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Insomniac Teeth
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Cloaked in warm obsession,
buried beneath the carpets.
They are merely strangers.
In clouds they are inviting.
I was in the shadows.
Kindergarten kingdom.
You were with the flowers.
Drift beneath the tearducts.
We were only passing.
Dust turns into reason.
Embracing puzzle pieces.
Who is the conductor?
I was in the shadows.
Kindergarten kingdom.
You were with the flowers.
Drift beneath the tearducts.
I went to that station.
Gingerbread catastrophes are my imagination.
Everything was shaking.
Everything was breaking.
Afternoons of introspection.
Inspector in my reflection.
Everything was shaking.
Everything was breaking.
The floor is my ceiling.
Melted icecream cones for the healing.
Everything was shaking.
Everything was breaking.
And in pictures it was smiling.
Its gums were sweet like candy.
Everything was shaking.
Everything was breaking.
The features spun as circles.
Great big waves of native spirals.
Everything was shaking.
Everything was breaking.
And I was back.
And I was changed.
Space people in my head.
Everyone else was dead.
Space people in my bed.
Everything else was red.
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December First
01:10
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Popcorn Kingdom
07:47
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Scented salamander scapegoats,
Oh, I forgot my plans.
Crawled along the walls
and always watched my step.
To be so tiny
would have been fitting.
Last night I found a spot in the woods and I called it home. It was a vast cave with walls made of foam.
I built a fire by the seaside and I warmed my bones. I worshipped the Gods of the sea and I threw in stones. I woke up later with salt on my tongue. My soul was wounded and my heart, it was stung.
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Sugar Booger
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In the lake where the things wait,
it's dark, you can't see their glowing eyes.
The puppets uncovered their juices.
The flies have no fathers.
And the fairies have lost their wings.
Sinning grinners winning pageants.
While the tricksters lick the throne.
Humans weaving webs of woe forever.
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Waterfalls
04:20
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Scuttling under crawl spaces,
it's oozing from wet reservoirs.
No one makes a sound and rippled pennies shine.
In jungles I'd draw her pictures of prehistoric birds
that prey on lack of hope and crushed dreams.
But it's getting late and my teeth ache something terrible. I need to go back to that place. I need to see funny things.
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Biking Up That Hill
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Tried to shut off my head for a while,like the machine that it is and let the underlings rise to the surface to create words and sounds. Maybe it's good. Maybe it's not. It's like tying my shoes or taking a walk or talking and saying whatever's on my mind. But there are always walls and structures and I need to bring them down or paint over them and vandalize the forms that bind. First you need the tools inside before you can use the tools with your hands. I'll keep on tryin. It's like tying my shoes or taking a walk or talking and saying whatever's on my mind. Fuck it. Don't worry about what I'm trying to say. It doesn't concern you.
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Tremelo Queen
03:40
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Haunted by the phantoms in my head.
Who feed when I try to rest.
What good's the gift if no one knows it's there?
Elfling, you've grown through words. Your phrases are clear and quite absurd. Would you just take a moment to reflect on the past and feel its roots emerge? You're surely better than the buttons on your sweater.
Youth open minded rasberry yogurt. Hunger makes you an animal.
Elfling you've grown through words. Your phrases are clear and quite absurd. Would you just take a moment to reflect on the past and feel its roots emerge?
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These machines STOPPED!
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Stare at all the people going places. The endless rows of tired faces. Telephones, emergencies, coffee cups and jangling keys.
Shudder to think stained rings of summer would leap through windows off the side of the road.
The shadows will guide us to our destinations after we rest.
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Can this morning never end?
No one moves in these curtains made of legs.
This quiet is grand.
Countless options.
Wasted outcomes.
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Breakfast Police
01:26
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My weathered hands held your plate.
Breakfast Police!
Juice drips from its teeth!
Breakfast police!
Open the box!(What's inside?) Peek-a-boo!
Breakfast Police!
We are everywhere. You cannot hide.
We are everywhere. You cannot hide.
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24 Hour Romance
03:12
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Gargoyles call you brother.
Bleached by the light of winter.
Last minute masks for everyone.
Let's pretend we're others.
A catfish fried me up,
while I was in the womb.
People crumbs are tasty.
Oh nevermind, oh nevermind,
oh nevermind, oh nevermind.
Last minute masks for everyone.
Let's pretend we're others.
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Grey Hare
03:39
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I went to the bridge in the gray fog of night.
With my thoughts as company in the absence of light.
You should have known of the pieces that were missing.
But you didn't.
And then I jumped.
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Do you remember the lights?
Their pretty faces at dawn.
And then they were gone.
I called out to you.
But you didn't listen.
Abandoned the days.
The last rays of sunshine melted the paint.
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Painted Faces Queens, New York
Painted Faces is the solo recording project of artist/musician David Drucker born in Miami,
Florida but based in Queens, New York since 2011. Sometimes there are other members playing live and on tour.
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