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Lyrics:
Lucy's got the blood yeah it's ravenous and she don't care
Lucy's seeing lines and she's got the fucking flowers in her hair
She lays the lines out on a map she is a new cartographer
She sees them on the ceiling, pipes all twisting out and she don't care

Lucy never sleeps when it's convenient just when she has work
She wakes up tired, dreaming heavy, wears a button up shirt
And she see lines on her face when she looks in the mirror
Oh she's waiting for the moment she can just disappear

And she breathes sleepless
And she talks breathless
And for tomorrow's breakfast she will be half awake
She sees the lines, she eats toast, she is okay

Lucy girl you have become such a frequent actor can't you see
You got the blood, notice the lines, you think about them constantly
And you don't bring them up when you're in good company
No you could never bring them up with everyone else

Lucy's Seeing Lines

I got the red light in my eyes
I got the green light in my mind
I got the red light in my eyes
I got the green light in my mind

With the green light in my mind
I felt so fucking free
But with the red light in my eyes
I just can't set the scene
And there's a chirp I hear in my head
like a bird song in reverse
And it's all satanic speaking in tongues
Oh and it don't mean a thing

What can I do?
I listen here for days
Oh and I don't look
So you can't touch me!

I got the red light in my eyes
I got the green light in my mind
I got the red light in my eyes
I got the green light in my mind

Now the red light's in my mind
I self castrate and redefine
Like have I run out of time?
Or is this the green the shining moment?
This is such a fleshy situation
No I just don't like it like!
Eyes and knives and eyes and knives
context I will reject the excess

So what did I do?
I let myself run dry
I wanted to be a plane!
I wanted only to fly

I got the red light in my dream
Lucid and disappointing to me
I'm just like a ghost so let me
Float around omnisciently
This thing it just don't work right
Aw these limbs they just don't work right work right
No touching me no peeking at me
I got the red light red light!

Aw what can you do?

I got the red light!

Red Light

I guess that genre is right idk

Lyrics:

Oh my god what was the number in my dream last night
Was it a 7 or a 6 I think it'd organize my mind
This type of symbolism isn't hard to define
But it's all foggy in the shadow of a dim blue light

Oh my god what was the face in my dreams last night
Was it a stranger or a spirit an old friends or was it mine
These types of visions they come to me all of the time
But it's all foggy in the shadow of a dim blue light

And I go to sleep each night with my brain humming
And I can feel the tune move right behind my eyelids
Through the night and in the morning I just try to remember what it went like

They were 7, 7 signs in my dream last night
Messages written in blood mixed with turpentine
They dissolve drip and fill the corners of my mind
And then they leave and in the blue light everything is fine

Blue Light

This is a weird one
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Extricate indicate operate entropy into me into me

Everybody's here and they all share one thing in common

Solitary mournful and celebrating
Joined together, mournful and celebrating

Out of step out of line out of my eyes
Dead in my eyes, you're dead to me

I command my pallored skin to move

Joined Together, Mournful and Celebrating

I ask you to hear me
To listen to my heart beat
I ask you to receive me
Please receive me
I ask you to hold me
To see if I'm still here

This is the holy, this is the dead weight, this is the body, body is dead weight, body is holy

Holy / Dead Weight

Noise Pop:

This is not talking, this is not talking to me
You are just reflecting, reflecting yourself off everyone you see
This is like some classic, classic projection don't you hear yourself lately
This is not talking, this is not talking to me

So spooky, so understated

This is not talking, this is not talking it is singing
I can hear me but my voice is giving out I can hear me
The stupid sentimental, quiet and stupid sentimental
This is not talking but you could never call it crooning

This is Not Talking

Stephanie Says (VU cover)

I've been running out of time
because of strychnine baby, pure strychnine
No that's not true hey don't be cruel
cuz I'm on the losing side
and I can't speak cuz I have no pride

Do you want to see yourself
plastered on big buildings like no one else?
I could never live that life
My delusions are a different kind
Trapped inside my stupid mind

And the sidewalk could swallow me because it's so vast so spacious
And the agoraphobic thing is fine because my life is vast and spacious

Wine is red and poison's blue
So what the fuck am I to do?
These are two extremes to choose
I swing from them like a corpse
hanging off the waning moon

Sidewalk etc.

Some claim I need harmony
Still others say that it's close to me
I don't know what I'm supposed to see what I'm looking for

Strychnine Pt. 2

I used to think I'd find eyes like that to stare right into mine
I am spinning backwards, pirouettes on the hard concrete
And when I glance back at the mirror I'm falling off my feet
Falling out of the mirror, tongue like lightning tongue like lightning
Eyes are lighting up, those are the kinda eyes I used to want to find
Now you see them in the mirror
Falling out of the mirror, I am swept up off my feet
Como se dice como se dice this is much too indiscreet
You are unscrupulous I mean you're such a shady figure
You are ridiculous the way you make me laugh
I don't believe so I look into your eyes again
I can't believe that I found someone like you

Lynn Perry

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