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Tigermy
03:41
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Paperfly, tigermy
The butterbox is closing now
Slide aside the blackprint type
For some money I play the harp
On the isle a hill I find
Up I climb and decide
Paperfly, tigermy
Bright white through the valley shines
All the cords that used to bind
Paperflies down to the ground
Vanished now with a scissors sound
Or was it a tiger bite?
Dark of taints and sour rain
Melt in vapor the tinker train
Folding mind like origami
Unrecognized even by me
Paperfly tigermy
Which dress are you wearing now?
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It's a cold night
Cold night
A gown for a bride
Hangs down
Maria, you haunt me
I hear how you call me
This cold night awaits me
Completes me, you can't blame me
Maria, your eyes are
So glassy yet hazy
Maria, your bones are
being strung on piano wires
Maria, excuse me
But understand, you can't leave me
I gave you new skin
I wrapped you in silk
I encased you in me
I did comb your wig
This cold night leaves
Cold waxen traces
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3. |
The Diamond Sea
03:35
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Let's move out of the Earth now
Because it's very wounded
Shall we find a new home
Out there a few light years further back
They wrote about a place
Where all the diamonds melt
Our rocket softly touched down
This home feels bizarre
Mirror mountains flashing through
The haze soaring from the land
Our eyes now adapt
Blind gemstones they are
Sparkling diamond sea
Imagine sailing
Among the icebergs
Floating in you
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4. |
Sixteen Little Stabs
00:36
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One little, two little,
Three little stabs.
Four little, five little,
Six little stabs.
Seven little, eight little,
Nine little stabs,
Ten little, eleven little,
Twelve little stabs.
Thirteen little, fourteen little,
Fifteen little stabs.
Sixteen little stabs are in me.
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5. |
Miss Tate
05:39
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I don't get why you killed me
I don't get this mess
Sixteen stabs were way too many to handle for both of us
I don't get why you killed me
I don't care
I don't care that you killed me
I'm not there
A few words ran through the air
I spat them out in despair
None of them reached their aim
For you licked my blood of your hands
There's no time for Miss Tate
There's no time left
Toying with the shiny knife as if to cut the baby out
But it's too late for Miss Tate
There is no time to play
No one else here, hold her well now it's time to slay
So quiet you could almost hear
The sound of ice rattling
In cocktail shakers in the houses
Way down the canyon
Your suffocating voice
Your delirious thoughts
Of how can it not be right
When it's done with love
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Your Face
04:19
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I was thinking about your face
Rolling up the river
I was worried what you thought
And I'm sorry if I can't remember
But there's no time for crying
Only time for trying now
I remember your name
'Cause you sang it to me often
I was lying down beside
The river where we met
And now you face is hiding something
Something is burning
And I'm gonna wait for you
I've got to send this tape to you
And I'm gonna wait for you
'Cause I know something about you
Something about the things you do
Something about your voice
That reams in the good stars
It reams in the good stars
There's a road that follows everywhere you go
I stole your golden chaser
But I never meant to steal
Its not in my nature
But if you try again I'll fall
And if you want to save it all
Then all you have to do is give
Give me that look again
Give me that look
'Cause I'm gonna wait for you
I've got to send this tape to you
And I'm gonna wait for you
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