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Red Rails
02:23
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Count the lit-up spaces, the wheel falls in a hole,
Suffering and sweetness, and bathing in control (haha!)
Attack an empty platter, silver in the sky,
Take it down to breakfast, and look you in the eye.
Comets lost their value, wind out of their sails,
I was in a river, with red rails,
And I'm sailing up for profit, I'm sailing up for air, and I got there.
Your legs in tangled virtue, they're rabid for a steal,
But all my imitations, won't take away my meals.
So don't ask me if I'd hurt you, the question sticks to me,
Cuz the pleasure in my weakness could drain the sea.
Comets lost their value, lagging tired tails,
I was in a river, with red rails,
And I'm swimming up for profit, I'm swimming up for air, and I got there.
(I got there)
You can write the words, but the search won't save you, no…
Write the words, the search won't save you, no, no, no…
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New Rock
02:06
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Got a new stone, it's a little thing, and I found it, in a chicken wing,
Oh hell.
And a morbid dissatisfaction, won't make genuine attraction,
Oh well…
Well I,
Took mine, a little bit too far, in the stars and the bars,
Took down what was understood, was a kidney stone, or a cellar bone,
Be afraid, be ready, be afraid, be ready!
Now now when you listen, to the falling clouds,
Little rain never seemed so very proud
And don't you find it silly, don't it make you shrug?
Little rocks, they don't look like little bugs
Speak to me through a little hole, that's my desire,
And we're gonna, go go conspire!
New rock, missed a call, slipped past me in the heat of it all,
Stay famished, eating poison…
You knock, at the door, I hear the ringing and I know what for,
Show me away!
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Hey Hey
02:57
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Hey hey for the money, and all the pretty things,
Lucifer never looked so good, setting down his wings.
Your legs are a ladder, they climb what they can see,
And they're coming in on the mountain of a happy memory
I know you slept in heaven, I can see it in your face, yeah…
If it left a trace on you, it depends on you, depends on you.
Hey now if you're alright, tell me what's for sure,
Probably an approximation of something you adore.
But these words are a pretext, just you wait and see,
Baby I got no misery, it's just not for me,
While you read int he lamplight, pessimists piss in the rain,
Looks like there's nobody to blame…
But I like you for this job…
But I like you for this job…
So now if you're alright, tell me what you see,
Is it nest is it Nazareth, is it misery,
Cuz these words are a pretext, for what you got in store,
Baby I got no misery, it's just not what I'm for,
Cuz I know you slept in heaven, I can see it in your face, yeah,
If it left a trace on you it depends on you, depends on you,
These words are a pretext, and your eyes are little walls,
Don't sleep in heaven baby,
Cuz everybody crawls…
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4. |
Took For
02:26
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Took for longing but it isn't here today,
If I'd had the sense to greet you I would,
Come forever but you know I couldn't stay,
in the hours that defeat you so let's,
Keep a secret buried deep inside our brain,
Without nicety,
Excavated under water under sand,
Don't you get it?
Don't you understand?
You're deferring to an answer that you like,
I say "What a fucking bore",
Carrydemption down to every cellar door,
It's hardly against my will,
I walk around with an hourglass to fill,
With the sands of liberty…
…Is a desert if you're out there waiting still,
Are you still waiting for me?
Cuz I took forever…
Why didn't I see, it looked alright?
Why didn't I see, it felt alright?
Why didn't I fall around now, all the way back to your centre tile?
Why didn't I fall around now, why didn't you just fall around?
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Benoit Christie Ottawa, Ontario
I write songs, or try to write songs, or write fake songs, or sometimes write real songs, and sometimes i love the songs i make and sometimes they are just ok and that is ok
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