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I was born choking on my mother,
a fully grown brand new baby brother.
Brought to you by toy train right to our house,
here to burn all of your automobiles,
and to abandon you in their nest
and to let them sting poison all in your head.
Sweet Baby Blue,
You were born to,
Black and Blue,
And your skin too
My father said he held the prescience of my death,
from the moment he first held me
and those doctors
and all the tubes down my throat
and up my nose
I was born one cold November night,
and I'd be back there in due time.
And to this day my breathing works just alright
but I still choke on her sometimes.
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The First Fallen Flakes
05:15
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Alta View, do you remember me?
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Snow Colored Leaves
07:15
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Snow Colored Leaves
My niece
She took all my words from me
All of my incoherent ramblings
I wrote a book for the month of November
These pages are much shorter than I remember
but they were lost before December
Snow Colored leaves
I am disease
No better outcome waiting for me
It's been spelled out into my history
I came here by bus
To a town that never was
to ask you why you stopped talking to me
We had the whole world to see
Snow Colored Leaves
I'm beat
All the love bleached right out of me
It will be back eventually
Like the time you stole my phone
Years later I'd find out it was purposeful
Just so I'd have to find you and we could talk once more
Snow Colored Leaves
It's in my head
All of my incoherent rambling
It's in my head
Now I see all the snow melting
and that you and I had nowhere to go
and that is why we don't talk no more
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Hanover
03:05
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when we were just kids
Every Thanksgiving
You and I would relive Emergence Day
Boots crunching snow, curtains closed
Bright shining in my face
Light beams pull apart the ground
We're going off route, lets get lost in caves
I miss being able to waste a couple of weeks each year to spend it with you
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The Quail
04:58
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My father would smoke his pipe out the window next to the couch where I'd sleep and he's turn to me and say,
"Sorry were you sleeping?"
No shit I was sleeping, it's the morning but I find the cold air refreshing.
I'm getting sick of all this hospital food.
There was a time I would have loved all this food,
Back when my father was dying
but this role is overdone and I'm sick of all this dying
LDS, and Saint Luke's
Saint Marks and Alta View
Intermountain too, I'm getting sick of you
But it's okay father, I don't mind the cold.
I will think of this when I'm old and I'll think of you when I'm old.
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Kodiak Rug
06:33
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Cars were made of steel back in the day
so they could my grandfather's weight when he would step up on their hoods and he would piss on their windows
carving paths through the snow
Like he would with my father
He would stay up all night on easter
Hollowing out candy
Glueing Foil and happy
and he would leave a card
In the basket, On the car
Written finely in cursive,
That the phantom had struck once more
And that is the only nice story I've ever heard about him
My father's father is an asshole, A phantom in man's cloths
A reaper of good souls, my father's father is an asshole
the only time I ever met him, he called me a coward
A child crying from an old mans tricks, the illusions of a crusty old prick
I hope he's happy with the life he's chose, every one he's ever loved will hate him till he goes
A once scary legend is now no more
And that is why, I know that cars were made of steel back in the day
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Gift Of God
05:51
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My face pressed to the glass, frost kiss my lips, my mouth tastes like ash. I burnt my tongue on the cherry of a cigarette. I spilled my drink all over my chest. We crawled in through the window and we drove drunk all the way home.
But we survived fortunately.
No, I do not want to drink their blood. Friend, I cannot give you the help that you need. Now I would like to go home. There is disease dripping down your throat. From the nightmares you put up your nose and its cold. Can we roll up the window? We dont always need to smoke
Do you remember when your name meant gift of god?
And no I do not want to drink their blood
Do you remember when we were just kids?
do you?
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Blizzard
02:16
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Have you seen a body?
Of one you love?
But I've seen love
and I've seen the sun.
And I've seen love
And I've the sun
And these nights will shrink!
And the sun will find me!
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I felt you in my mouth before I woke
You know me Adilene, but I don't know you.
What goes on behind those eyes? Hell, of it I'm sure
It is cold tonight but I would rather sleep alone
In me your teeth you kept on the couch where I once slept
I felt you in my mouth before I woke
You know me Adilene, or at least you did
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Up on the hill,
Bountiful City,
My grandparents city.
Out the window I see, Christmas Light
Waiting for me, out in the sea of black
Tending to be brighter than those
Old smoke stacks As I sit
Impatiently in the back, A bright shining star
You can't hold back
Do you see the mountains off in the distance?
I bet it's much colder up there
One flashing red light
Waiting for me out in the sea of black
Tending to be, brighter than that Alpine's back
As I live, we're all falling through the cracks
A tall warning light that my life has so lacked
Marcus, how many did you count?
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I Was Late To The Party
04:01
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We came here just for lunch
And I've spent a fortune on being dumb
And Grand Junction sure is fun but how long can we keep this up?
I stepped up out of the car, east dessert snow echo in my eyes
I poison the ground, you accidentally saw inside
Burning pit that your life is, It's gotta come from something.
And I am not good for what I did, that much I can admit
And playing people sure fun, But I just couldn't keep it up
And fucking people sure is fun but I just couldn't keep it up
Just a role in your menagerie, aesthetic only like lingerie
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I remember being in my house
We were watching tv
Like old friends from the movies
You had told me about that night in Chicago
And I had told you about the man in black and white
I ran to the store
My pants not buckled quite right I talk to the cashier
Pride fueling my life, I saunter on home
But this wasn't the first time I lost my virginity
And the same went for you
But at least we could do this consensually
At least we could do this all together
And I walked you to the train station
And I watched as you flew away
When I walked home I felt cold
The sky grey and dull
I called my friends hoping they'd be proud of me
But I felt nothing
I told my brother hoping he'd give me the word I'd need but I cried instead
The world was supposed to be ending but we survived fortunately
What kind of man can't cum?
Well I guess that's just the type of person that I am
I felt empty
But I guess I didn't really lose anything
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The Aves, Season Finale
09:03
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Cockroach on my cup, from the place makes me want to throw up
Cold air, 4 am, Snowy night, On a ship so bright.
Scummin it up, four on a bed for two and I'm waking up next to you
Coffee in the morning, we'd do this all the time but it's just nice spending time with you
The morning winter breeze is forever with you
Friend, I do miss you.
You are still breathing, I just haven't been seeing a whole lot of you.
Do you remember shit talking our friends and encouraging each other?
Do you remember when we both fucked up? And we said enough is enough?
Do you remember in your basement I opened up to you?
and in your car I opened to you
How do you know him?
The last real thing you said to me, as a friend and not in passing.
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Landown
08:06
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You can't feel time moving if you're not in it
You can't see time moving if you're not
I'm happy that I get to see it all
You have a great ability to be at all
Do you remember when I hit you on the head?
Again and again
Brother, it's alright.
I wasn't in my mind
But I've never felt so bad
And I know I take it back
You are my champion
You aren't still holding your sword that sword between your arm and elbow
You aren't still carrying that paper towel holder
A short lived tradition can hardly be called tradition at all
But it will always be with me
Apparently I'm riding on Marilyn
And I can see you off in the distance
But you cannot see me
You have more important things to do
But there's nothing more important than you
And I do not blame you
Life is still beautiful
And if there is no life after, when will we get to walk landown again?
And if there is life after, will we meet there?
And if life just starts once more, will we remember that it'll soon be over?
When will we find the time?
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Fresh Blooming Bud
04:34
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