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You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
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Saturday, 18 June 2011

Sub Lit.

Sub Lit

I want another bride
i cut myself a little knife
i cut one ear to give to you
i cut my eyes until their blue

see my vantage point
how i love to travel
when your not smiling
when your not smiling
play hide and seek, with me

im all for this ride
i cut in two your sight
i cut another rut
i cut no means to be blind

see my vantage point
how i love to travel
when your not smiling
when your not smiling
play hide and seek, with me

I want another bride
i cut myself a little knife
i cut one ear to give to you
i cut my eyes until their blue

see my vantage point
how i love to travel
when your not smiling
when your not smiling
play hide and seek, with me

with me
with me
with me
with me


Whats the secret in you
there's reason running round the garden of tooth ache
where's the needle its where im meant to go
this one
shes come to plant again
haven't thought of her since yesterday
heres a fan sticking my fingers to make news today
fine affair
fine affair
an artist kids can paint the walls
if the paint is thrown clumsily
tattoo gasoline on my body
i dont care if your not packaged properly
apples bruise weighed down inside of me
ive died twice already
late
late
see the slogans skin
see the slogans skin
see the slogans skin
you sell me
i eat you


Well isnt it a pity to be painting in the city
when you got daughters wearing clothes so pretty
acting clever sticking eggs back togethor
jumping through hoops in legs made of leather
well isnt it a pity
to be staring at a kitty
youve just beaten
and you dont feel shitty
tieing tents down with pegs full of unsent letters
behind the fence sweating where i left her
isnt it a pity


a little less
make me happy
down torn
im coming out of the storm
you dont need to hide from me
paint my body
then let me in
down torn
we could have a happy home
we dont need to die
lets swim
down torn
down torn
im falling in the hole
your falling in the hole
im sinking in the floor
your sinking in the floor
down torn



The sun is up and i feel high
how could i not sleep
you taught me to speak
whyd we have to fight
liver spots
liver spots
are my memories buried

I would like to choose
one more day to lose
i take off your clothes
then we feed again
free as birds
smoking the stomach
of our bodies
married
like merry berrys
off then on its all we have
on then off its all we have
no note its all a no
no note its all a no
calling out in softer love
off then on its all we have
on then off its all we have

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