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Mushroom grandi dans la nuit de demain,
Il ne sera plus douce
Animation de saison de nos désirs
Ouverture des portes avant la cavalière
Se multiplie dans la manière de les microbes de son livre notamment par scissiparité celui qui se sépare de lui a des ailes
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Mend tes voies sur terre
Heureux d'obliger
Voici les pioches agréables de la rebroussement inoffensif
L'or bien méritée
Mushroom grandi dans la nuit de demain,
Il ne sera plus douce
Animation de saison de nos désirs
Ouverture des portes avant la cavalière
Enfant tisse un désespoir de perles
Puise son inspiration dans les cases qu'il a reçu pour sa communion
Incite le problème de la naissance sous la forme d'une équation soignée dans la clé de C
Barricades sa fenêtre avec ses cils
Joue avec la prière de sa petite sœur qui est plus argenté que le sien
Endure les mauvais traitements
De deux à trois
De deux à trois
De deux à trois
De deux à trois
Se multiplie dans la manière de les microbes de son livre notamment par scissiparité celui qui se sépare de lui a des ailes
Il pense à la belle caryocinèse
Pendant la messe

A call a universe away
Dark highways full of energy
She tried to get away, get away.
We needed to break away, break away.

An open sore within the walls,
A signal beamed from skull to skull.
She tried to get away, get away.
We needed to break away, break away.

We gathered up the Fifteen strong,
Ripped from Rebecca's ancient song.
She tried to get away, get away.
We needed to break away, break away.

The genesis of solar war,
They've stepped beyond the Option Door.
She tried to get away, get away.
The French Fifteen are on their way.

Parallel France

She shined inside
All of the time.
She never made a sound.

Red velvet cries,
Disaster-sized,
A serpent scale-like gown.

The big reveal,
Magnetic fields,
A light behind the stairs.

It's not quite love,
Ice from above,
A door that wasn't there.

Turning The Card

You could be my killer eyes
And make me feel like vandalizing,
Cut the vacant socialites
And you could ride back home with me
And shallow in the summer breeze.

And I would leave the monastery
Seven years of solitary
Wasn't even half as scary
As being all alone with me
In all my punch-drunk misery

But actually it makes no sense
To moan about in future tense
Just spin your silken spider web
And keep me locked up in your bed
'Cause I would kill the president
If you don't trust the government
I've never said a word I've never meant,
My Scarlet Black.

I could meet you at the station
We could take a long vacation
Start a brand new constellation
You could teach art history
And we could end our misery.

And after all the air is clear
And all the ships have left the pier
Then we could spend our final years
Just sitting, watching planes go by
And patiently begin to die.

But honestly it makes no sense
To moan about in future tense
Just spin your silken spider web
And keep me locked up in your bed
'Cause I would kill the president
If you don't trust the government
I've never said a word I've never meant,

My Scarlet Black
Won't call me back.
I'm gonna have
A heart attack.
I need her back

My Scarlet Black
Won't call me back.
I'm gonna have
A heart attack.
I need her back,
I need her back.

My Scarlet Black

She walks away from this.
She'll never pay for this.

Her gardens left to hang,
Like soldiers' heads in shame.

Queen Of The Moon

We never even started.
You didn't even want to, Paper.
It's just an empty box now.

And I know you didn't mean it,
You never meant it at all.
And I know it doesn't matter,
But, Paper, listen right now:

Everything that is done is done
And I hope you know that I never, I never wanted
Anything than to be alone
But I wasted time just to see it, to see it stunted.
Every word in the universe is a
Chance to say that I didn't, I didn't want it.

Everything that is done is done
And I hope you know that I never, I never wanted
Anything than to be alone
But I wasted time just to see it, to see it stunted.
Every word in the universe is a
Chance to say that I didn't, I didn't want it.

You really shouldn't have come here.
You really should have died.
You really shouldn't have come here.
You really should have died.
You really should have died.
You really should have died.
You really should have died.
You really should have died.
You

Paper Lemon

Her medicine behind my back,
She's got a temporary fever and a heart attack.
She held your breath (she held your breath)
And wouldn't let it through,
And that's why nobody ever wants to talk to you.

And that's how you turned from pink to blue.
I guess I didn't know what else to do.

She's a sentimental architect.
She's got a fairly normal face, but she's a nervous wreck.
She closed her eyes (she closed her eyes),
And closed her bedroom too,
And that's why nobody ever wants to sleep with you.

She said, "Oh my god, I've lost my mind."
She said, "Oh my god, what a big surprise."
She did your hair (she did your hair),
And your religion too,
And that's why nobody ever wants to be with you.

And that's why you're turning into you.
I guess you didn't know what else to do.

Reddened pins
Anxious sleep of the fathers of families
Table of sugared values
The angling of arguments is for sale
Police of the sexes
Paper flight bloody handkerchief
Academic occupations the ewe is rambling in the five-star hotels
Marriage-bed of mirrors
Republican stars
My tongue animal of rich bourgeois layabouts
Sighs of happy mothers

[This song contains words from the poem, "Regulations" by André Breton and Philippe Soupault, from the book 'The Magnetic Fields.']

Flora & Fauna

When lights came on, we knew it ended.
Excuses in our heads long-winded.
We chanted on as if pretending.

She writes the songs,
And plays them for you.
You sing along
As if you're told to.
'Cause she pulls the strings,
She's everything.

We left the venue heavy-hearted,
Can't finish now what never started.

She writes the songs,
And plays them for you.
You sing along
As if you're told to.
'Cause she pulls the strings,
She's everything.

Bowlful Of Cherries

She was wearing red,
She grabbed her keys and took the car instead,
That's what she said.

We always thought
She'd either be at home or in the parking lot,
But now she's not.

Standing at the sink,
Eyes are weak,
Trying not to think
That we could've do more than "Baby, don't be sad,"
That now we have to ask ourselves, "Did we go bad?"
"How did we go bad?"

They kept it short,
We'll have to comb the water as a last resort,
The police report.

The creeping dread,
The only thing that's left is to assume you're dead,
But you can't be dead, I just saw you in red.

Standing at the sink, (Don't worry babe)
Eyes are weak, (I'm right beside you)
Trying not to think 
That we could've do more than "Baby, don't be sad,"
That now we have to ask ourselves, "Did we go bad?"
"How did we go bad?"
"How did we go bad?"
"How did we go bad?"

How Did We Go Bad?

Words are too sharp.
Take apart this heart.

Our conscience is failing
The elements are quaking in the dark.
They're watching the birth of Maristarr.

You are fear alone,
Turn death into a stone.

Our consciousness is fading,
The animals are shaking in the yard.
We're watching the birth of Maristarr.

Wave shark world star,
Sink deep into a sea of tar.

A Sea Of Tar

Open up, push the flesh aside,
Mouth is open wide and warm.
Cigarette melting in your hand,
Though it's not your brand, it's warm.
Idle thoughts turn to stomach knots,
Turn to apricots in June.

You've finally arrived,
Step inside, you're all right.
It's everything you love,
Tiger Blood Drama Club.

What have you got instead of a heart? 
You are not what you thought.

Into The Hive

A cover of "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley

It's Fine

Happy Valentine's Day

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