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Heluva Fantasy
03:33
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You fell into
A spell I knew
That soon I’d have to say
That speech the one I always say
But first I’d wait
Internally rehearse
Till it’s too late
But then you said to tell you
Everything I think inside my head
I said
My microcosmic family hypernostolgic memory
His hypermasculinity and litany of lies
I scratch my skull I click my keys
I chew my cheeks I hug my knees
I feel my stomach cushioning my thighs
My folded flesh reminds me I’m alive
Blocked arteries to guard my heart
Self sabotaging modern art
I’m told I make some sad sleep sounds
Been dreaming bout those smoke stack clouds
I had a helluva fantasy the queen called me your majesty
The lord said we were meant to die it made a perfect tragedy
And holy rooftop so sacred in our smoke
We prayed to pavement tied to solid oak
Said man I see my parents getting old
My mom keeps getting smaller now my dad’s got aching bones
And my brother ran down south he had to get far from this house
I hope the sun will sooth his soul and slow his mouth
Ohhhh Ohhh Ohh Oh
I’ll spill the truth
But still avoid including you
Cus i’m a mess
I’ve tried so hard to make you second guess
But you’re too good
You do exactly as you think you should
And me hard to believe
It’s meant to be I’ll have to silently retreat
I'll leave
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Went to Eddie’s got some peppers
Started writing home a letter
Home is strange I never know
Which home to call a home you know
Like mama’s home
and dad’s alone
In Baltimore I’m on my own
But Brooklyn’s where my life began
I guess it’s where my heart’ll stand
Inside my room insencical
I drew a suit of pentacles
So vague I lay here listening
To sinisteric whispering
Ohhh (watch your back)
Ohhh (a planned attack)
Ohhh (a maniac)
Ohhh (the zodiac)
Suppose I’ll psychoanalyze
myself for 8 more minutes
Then I'll drink all of the apple juice
Until my mind says quit it
I’ll then think of something I should write
Distract myself enough
For when I wanna jot it down
It all becomes too tough
I hate poetic passive tones
I’m passive all too often
My ass’ll find itself one day
Within a passive coffin
Ohh (close your eyes)
Ohh (visualize)
Ohh (a sea of skies)
Ohh (sweet lullabies)
It all comes back to this again
No way I would avoid it
Tomorrow I’ll have lost the thought
Or better yet destroyed it
Paranormal Investigator Matthew Baxter:
I was held down by these living sort of ribbons that came across me and tightened up around me and bound me down, and then of course the aliens filed into the room and levitated me and took me out of the room and uh it was a very bizarre experience, and I thought I’m being abducted, why? you know, why am I being abducted? What are they doing? Um, turns out I was just having sleep paralysis.
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SUPER BLUE
03:54
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Buckle up the moon is new
It’s super, blue, and bloody
And nobody knows what to do
It truly isn’t funny
It started on a Sunday
and it made me cut my hair
It’s here until next Tuesday
And it really isn’t fair
I'm tied up in a triangle
We're working on another
Cus one is never just enough
For us or any lover
Did I love or wish I was her
Thinking of her all the same
Of a moment in the valley
So convinced of cosmic flames
Ohhh the moon is low she's looking down at us
The world is just a whirling cloud of dust
The sky looks like a story book
The sun is turning off
The monument is rusting round
It's growing green with moss
Remember running bases in this
same spot years ago
The rain came down and christened us
Could drink that afterglow
So are you coming over later?
Everyone’s away
Oh I know you’re not the one
Never said you should stay
Just touch me like you love me
and then leave me cus you don’t
You act as though you'll know me
Oh we both know that you won’t
The moon is low she's looking down at us
The world is just a whirling cloud of dust
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4. |
Easy Bake Coven
03:44
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All us witches sitting in our coven
It’s an easy bake one full of friends I love and
They make me happy
They care so fiercely
Sorry I’m sappy
I love them dearly
All our riches stuck inside a cabin
Nestled in the woods all wrapped around in satin
Nobody near so nothing gets stolen
No one to fear remember we’re golden
These stoop sale queens spaghetti dreams
All shows are free what should we see?
Let’s get away too stoned to stay
Forgot what I had left to say
All us sisters staying in the country
Grilling on the hill laying under a pine tree
Wished in the fountain
Dipped in a split rock
Climbed up a mountain
Napped in the hemlock
We’ll bake a batch it’s all from scratch
Found her old stash to mix and mash
Rolled out the dough / molded a dozen
Inside our easy bake coven
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5. |
Magical / Powerful
03:22
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Woke me up at night
Pink and yellow sky
In the soft moon light
Hey there little guy
Swimming under Mars
In our underwear
Rolling in your car
And you let me steer
I wrote a lot
While waiting in that parking lot
It was so hot
I always get too lost in thought
Like eighteen hour ride
To a cityscape
Pass the countryside
Towards the plans we made
The chaiwala's son
Scrolling through his screen
Having secret fun
Areola Dreams
I spent a lot
Of time inside that old tea shop
It was so hot
Those spices always hit the spot
I have felt like a child
I have felt like a fraud
In the midnight lake water I wept
And really felt within us all was gahddd
Or something magical
Always Powerful
And Flawed
Bug spray season's here
Mystic memories
Smell it in the air
Raining history
On the roof we lie
Used to think we're old
But the plants all died
And the tea grew mold
I thought a lot
While sitting in the old bus stop
Cus when it’s hot
My mind it falls it trips it drops
I have felt like a child
I have felt like a fraud
Laying flat on our bellies up high
I still believed within us all was gahhhd
Something magical
Always powerful
And flawed
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6. |
Catcawl Anthem
01:11
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I’m a little lady
or at least that’s what I’m called
By the men who wait around all day
just waiting to go bald
I know that I’m a pretty girl
cus they always call me that
‘Less someone sees me flip em off
then I’m called gross and fat
Oh I’m a hot tamale
or a big old piece a pie
But if i ever look away
I’m worthless and should die
Oh I’m a little princess
on a good day I’m a queen
Till I refuse to smile back
Then I’m just cold and mean
Yeah I’m a gift from heaven
And they ask me how god made me
Might as well be satan
when they realize they don’t phase me
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Cellophane
02:06
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They cut down my climbing tree
They revamped the rink
They shut down our corner store
And all in just a blink
I used to be a regular
They used to know my name
No one tries to know me now
When everyone’s the same
Plastic on the surface
Cellophane all underneath
Their plans are lacking purpose
But they claim they come in peace
I guess that’s how it’s always been
I guess that’s how it goes
They say this place is meant to change
I guess it goes to show
That nothing ever lasts too long
And nothing can be saved
The same things we depend upon
Are sure to misbehave
The road has never looked so long
I’ll go before it’s paved
And make sure that this sad ol' song
Will never be engraved
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8. |
Wish I Were a Sprout
03:50
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I try to help you quit smoking
While my friends try to help me quit you
And I know that you say you’re just joking around
But I can’t help detecting the truth
Got this voice in my head saying run lady run
To your room where your thoughts’ll run free
An autonomous goddess spread under the sun
On a blanket left next to the sea
Another voice tells me I need to go now
To that space in your bed where I sleep
When I’m laid out beside you and wondering how
Many memories you’re likely to keep
You know I’m wary of protection
Like why you always keep me safe
I’m sorry if this is projection
Think I’m alright I just need space
Wish I were a sprout
No one to care about
Just me, my friend the tree
Nothing to do but be
I’ve been falling through dreams that I can’t understand
That I don’t even seem to believe
And part of me’s feeling like holding your hand
While the other half feels like a tease
When I was a kid I would lay in the bath
Hold my breath until i could see stars
And they’d twinkle around me and pave out a path
That would lead us eventually to Mars
I never did land where that skyway lead to
Cus I always would come up for air
And I don’t know why that’s got me thinking of you
But by now I’m forgetting to care
I know you’re fearful of rejection
I’m scared of scaring you away
But when you question my objection
It doesn’t make me wanna stay
Wish I were a tree
No one to please but me
Just me my friend the sea
Nothing to do but be
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9. |
Sad Ghost
03:25
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Sad ghost sleep beside me
Sleep beside me it’s alright
Sad ghost do you ever
Do you ever feel alive?
Sad ghost you can tell me
You can tell it will be fine
Sad ghost you can say what’s on your mind
I’ll go first
Lately I’ve been mourning
The loss of a feeling
The loss of a song and its meaning
Honey you’re home and I’m leaving
It’s a good old long due grieving
Sad ghost are you listening
Are you listening to my words?
Sad ghost do you just want
Do you just want to be heard?
Sad ghost you can stay here
You can sleepover one night
Just promise that by morning
You’ll take flight
In the light
Lately I’ve been mourning
The loss of a feeling
The loss of a song and its meaning
Honey you’re home and I’m leaving
It’s a good old long due grieving
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Sophie Rose Anger Brooklyn, New York
solo production of twinkly sadgirl tunes
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