1. |
bethlehem is burning
04:40
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fuming trails of fire, down the lane,
pailing bodies in bags and boxes, we shall burn them there,
the air is not as it was before,
it carries the death, like 3 hundred years ago,
same pain, rage and killing spree, started on stolen lands,
look what has been, tear apart,
What is this that you have given to human kind?
is this revenge for killing your son, once.
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2. |
long term attatchment
05:46
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perhaps i needed to tell that i wanted,
the touch of some one, beyond my own,
perhaps i have to tell you that i want to kiss you,
just because, society tolds non.
perhaps, i have to say sorry,
if everything at this point, was just in my thoughts,
perhaps i have to say goodbye, if there some time behind me,
at last i have to try to say, thanks after all.
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3. |
rotten finds putrid
03:26
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fabric choices, sorted in the wall,
waiting in silence, for an owner to come by,
What ride are they using?Do they follow the law of the clock?
What are they looking for? is it hard to come by?
stitch this scraps, make me into a beautiful gown
here a needle, use thread or wool,
if more lace is needed, there's a room full,
spoiled in silence, mouth of silk,
gaping wound and gagging now drink your tea.
stitch this scraps, make me into a beautiful gown
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4. |
weeping willow
04:24
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puedo ver que viene ya se acerca,
puedo ver, que el follage ya cambio,
se muy bien tus proezas,
y… que te descontrolas igual que yo.
who is the one holding my hand at the end of this long hallway,
who is the one giving water to this mouth, and giving orders?
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5. |
worth
03:16
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Mi corazón es una baratija de tres pesos,
Y lo puedes usar a tu Merced.
Quemarlo, usarlo cual cenicero,
Arrojarlo a la pared,
Mi corazón es una baratija de tres pesos,
Y lo puedes usar a tu merced.
Puedes pisarlo, usarlo como mueble,
Puedes tirarlo, mi corazón es;
El cigarro que alguna vez fumaste,
La colilla que arrojaste sin siquiera terminar.
Mi corazón es una baratija de tres pesos,
Mi corazón está a tu merced.
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6. |
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many lover, lovers are many you should not count,
remember the book wants youto have just one,
many kisses you have swiped left and right,
though your dress did not brought any lovers, you left them cum inside.
keep on reading, pages of self love and self doubt,
the words of the kind, baptis god, within genocide.
what are you reading? i dare to ask
she stared at me for once;
you eager sucker, you blind;
shouted with her whole body and her little mouth.
keep on reading, pages of self love and self doubt,
the words of the kind, baptis god, within genocide
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7. |
daeg
03:58
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the dawn wears you like a suit,
the darkness is behind you,
daylight has come, will, show you the way,
remember pain puts you there.
it began with your pain,
now is a completely other strand,
it began with your pain,
now is a completely other strength.
it began, don't collapse, into your thoughts, for a future,
uncertain, don't behave,recklessly,
that's what lead you to spleen,
undertake, understand, this is joy.
the dawn wears you like a suit, (it began with your pain,)
the darkness is behind you, (now is a completely other strand,)
daylight has come, will, show you the way, (it began with your pain,)
remember pain puts you there. (now is a completely other strength.)
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8. |
grudges blessing
05:17
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the sunshine brightness, the stale burning sun,
a sunless father, and a female person at a breaking point,
poisonous fruit the one he ate,
now with all falling in over just one place,
while he stays the same,
not affected, not moved the same,
the big one crawls in tight spaces,
seeking the touch and other faces,
that other one occupies the time,
words in paper,
the time has changed,
the time has passed.
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9. |
aromantique
03:53
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sin humor para el amor,
que frajil palabra,
más amargo el sabor,
de una boca, que estuvo y como muchas otras más sucumbió.
enciclopedia genital,
ágil con la boca,
y sin afan puede musitar,
al cielo llaman cuarto oscuro,
un lavabo, un urinal y entre penumbras buscan un perjurio.
que hay que encontrar?
en un molino donde arena se muele,
donde ningún rostro es a fin,
si todos siguen en búsqueda de un serafín.
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10. |
plain yet tasteless
04:09
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sunset skin, dirt eye candless,
i do dwell but in the shadows,
i'll arrange the noise,
and the gallows,
bad weeds grow tall,
but i'm a trailing mallow.
i long experiences, out of mind,
a trembling abstraction,
where i reside,
i spoke symbols into existence,
I walk through thorns, showing no resistance.
a glass of old water rotten finds putrid,
i smell like a dead body of some kind,
is that me in the distance,
perhaps my time shall neve come it might,
a dry willow in the canyon, in the rock bout to fall down.
what i write and read to the sky,
this source of words,
holds me captive, i have become a slave of my own,
erotic objects are nameblae and quiet abstacrt,
reflecting pleasure and pain as well.
my throat sore of swallowing,
tries to back my, sore, stubborn and dry holes,
into a suicide path,
for i am the one beholding nothing but an axe,
ready to cut the trunk, let the head roll out.
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11. |
ghosted
04:56
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i apologized before we started,
have i eaten you before we agreed upon it?
ghost responses wont find a way,
half way, we left unpaved
who's hiding out behind the thorns and the branches?
little child afraid and frightened of the darkness,
i know the way they run and forget,
it's just another song, another shape,
but black or white piece of chess,
i know so little yet i stand so still,
another naked body that my eyes would pin,
i'm wondering, in which way would I pay for this thief?
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12. |
poz
09:20
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we have become an statistic, i have seen it from afar,
not a virgin anymore, we living it from the inside,
im drinking more tea, my teeth have start to fall down,
i stare blankly into the distance, the void has come back,
just another number, no matter what cost a, b, or c,
jus a bag of bones meat and skin,
wake awake the slumber and a fire i'll start,
my mind knows nothing but stutter,
and then my mouth soughts, to reply.
i am a parrot a dog and clown, im that crazy faggot you might have known.
never been owned, not even once,
never been owned, not even once.
the older i get the more i love me,
the older i get the more i like me.
le pertenezco a nadie y a la tierra,
le pertenezco a nadie y a la tierra.
i am a parrot a dog and clown, im that crazy faggot you might have known.
the older i get the more i like me.
i am a parrot a dog and clown, im that crazy faggot you might have known.
le pertenezco a nadie y a la tierra,
le pertenezco a nadie y a la tierra.
never been owned not even once,
and that is the way I should just die.
loneliness is for me.
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13. |
lagrimas bside
03:01
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14. |
arsonist bside
03:03
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15. |
bloody sunset bside
05:19
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16. |
birch bside
04:04
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17. |
tender i bside
03:39
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18. |
duckbilling bside
06:31
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KDMQ Durango, Mexico
auntie Kevin
non-binary
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Mexicanx, del norte del país; Durangeñx.
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