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I love your writing. Also your voice is great. Loving this alot.

hey there’s that headstrong worm of a thought back in my head
home sweet home as it were and all of that

says psstt what if he is outside your door
sweating to say he doesn’t know anymore
why he ever doubted the feelings from before

he says, hey,  do you think we can try this again
i know i smashed your heart-guts but you’re my best friend 
and i say boy it was nothing but a silly thing
we awkwardly hug and the world doesn’t feel like spinning

worm, get out of my head, you’re a damn disease
elating me with pathetic cliche fantasies

says psst crows and pigeons will rise like doves
the unlikely underdogs mascot your love
gray and black feathers smatter the clouds above

and an entourage of the resurrected
trail behind us like we were expected
including coelacanths and george w. b.
hostess pies and the power puff girls on tv

worm, swear to god you don’t understand
how likely it is he’s with her again
or if not her then someone like us

says psstt wait soon he’ll be at your door
you won’t need me in your head anymore
you’ll laugh that you ever doubted me before

he says, hey, do you think we can try this again
i know i smashed your heart-guts but you’re my best friend 
and i say boy it was nothing but a silly thing
we awkwardly hug and the world won’t feel like spinning

fucking worm.  motherfucking worm.
i know you don’t mean any harm, but…

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remember that book i read on your bed in early january
stopped over and over to catch you up on the story 
was the one that had the aliens that lived in the fourth dimension
i read you the part bout how nobody cried when anyone died

because they’re still alive someplace else in time
so nobody cries when anyone dies

i try to draw you sometimes, it never comes out right
this isn’t what you look like
not a bit, and i couldn’t be happier about it
this isn’t what you look like

because i llke that you’re implacable, smoke through a net
you’re not made to be something for someone to get

so yeah i bitch about the losses and the happiness in ignorance
but the truth is, was my reality and i was happy to be there
but how i cope feels guilty, holding you in memory
remembering why nobody cries when anyone dies
seems wrong to grip you even in this light
so i’m glad that this isn’t what you look like
this isn’t what you look like

we’re still alive someplace in time
and nobody cries when anyone dies


this isn't what you look like

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LYRICS:
my father made a deal with the devil
he promised to give me away
if the devil made him rich and handsome
he thought it was a small price to pay
so the devil he come to get me
but my tears were way too salty
so he said
"cut off her hands
cut em clear off"
and ill be beck next turesday
oh my poor mother she cried buckets
and then she mopped the kitchen floor
she bagged my daddy to call it all off
she begged him
he said
"when you deal with the devil
the deal is done"
my mother said babe we're leaving
pay your bag
bush don't say a word
while your pa's out late drinking
well make like winter birds
we can take a plane, we can take a train, we can take a car
far from here
we better make haste
there's no time to waste
before the devil gets here
 
the first time i met him
he was wearing a blue suit
my mother recalled me
as i laced up my boot
he gave me a jar of butterflies
and oh how my heart fluttered by
it flew past the graves of
the lady hearts he's slain
but oh how i can't imagine
things so profane
i don't need your knickknacks
i don't need none of that
just me all the warmth
that your soul can afford
so he gave me a ring and he made me his thing
 
we can take a plane, we can take a train, we can take a car
far from here
we better make haste
there's no time to waste
before the devil gets here
 
if God and the devil are the same
than who is your daddy now?

Poor Deal

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"All aboard to Tarrytown!"
(Croton-Harmon farther down)
Then those charming, chiming sounds.
The usual delays...
These lines have seen better days!

"Have your tickets ready, please!"
I could barely stretch my knees -
The squall retired to breeze -
A slowly diving scaup -
And then a sudden stop.

And so are hearts assailed,
A train has been derailed,
With four more lives curtailed.
Just hear me out...

I recall that farewell strain,
So resplendent in the rain;
So valiant in vain.
And though the creek's been paved,
I hear it out in the waves

From my half-moon in the trees
(Mise en scene as Deco frieze),
I see it all with ease:
The horrors of this town
(The trumpet-man who drowned).

And to this day remains 
That ol' familiar pain.
Sometimes I can't explain -
Just hear me...

[Spuyten Duyvil,
I know I will
Live it again] (x2)

It was February 5th
When, adjoined by kin and kith,
He rose to meet the myth
I hardly even knew...
But what's a boy to do?

Are we truly all alone?
Will they reap what we have sown?
Or catch what we have thrown?
Though devils lie in spite,
Just hear me...

[CHORUS]

And with our manitou intact,
We singled up and doubled back,
For maps can never know the land,
And I will never understand.
Shantih
Shantih
Shanti

[CHORUS]

Spuyten Duyvil

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