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The Gilded Age

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
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and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

Be appreciative of the people in your life.

Wish You Were Here (For Steph Redmond)

Around We Go

I Know This Turn
You stop asking for signs. You start recognizing the rhythm.
The spiral isn’t confusing anymore. It’s yours.

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The Braid

I Know This Turn

✨ as you wish

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

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The Gilded Age

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