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Hand
03:12
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Finders keepers,
Losers weepers,
Get an answer deep inside.
Let it all go,
I bet the world know,
Where it is you run to hide.
It's convincing,
Through the wincing,
I grit my teeth and force a smile.
I'm not angry, but I've gone gangrene.
I've gotta go away for a while.
A crescendo in your hand,
Something you can't understand.
Kitty trapped in glue,
Nothing left to do.
It's all up to you,
Split the light in two.
Body frozen,
Body melting,
I can't really be precise.
Everything gray,
Throw it my way,
Or come round,
Take a slice.
Tell me one thing,
You're not listening,
Let's not cover this with sweet.
It ain't my brain that's gone crazy,
That's why I gotta go away.
A crescendo in your hand,
Something you can't understand.
Kitty trapped in glue,
Nothing left to do.
It's all up to you,
Split the light in two.
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2. |
Dumbo
04:03
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I don't know it's dark.
I've never seen light.
I look ridiculous,
Lumpy and thick.
I flutter by,
Graceful and tasteful.
Slow and steady,
Low and petty.
Some say I'm beautiful,
A lady of the night.
Some say I'm lone,
A ghastly sight.
Round with wrinkles,
Holes in my head,
Wandering all night long,
No need for a bed.
I'd probably be lost if I knew there was places to go,
But I don't know.
I don't know.
I'd probably know I glow if I knew there was faces that glow,
But I don't know.
I don't know.
No, I don't know.
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3. |
Green
03:14
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A heavy rain,
A faulty drain,
A piece of road that's never open, eroded in the '80s,
Maple trees,
Family,
A melody that's getting faded, dated, bittersweet...
Your teachers think I'm sounding cynical,
But they're not in the know.
A kick will never do the trick,
He might be high on dope.
So if you want to keep forgetting, slipping on the soap,
On the day you've gotta get him,
Go for the kneecaps, eyes, and throat.
Calamity,
What can it be?
A menace in a candy casing, and it never gets to sleep,
That pedigree,
One known to me,
Lead gentlemen in fondant faces,
and they're pacing through those trees...
Your teachers think I'm sounding cynical,
But they're not in the know.
A kick will never do the trick,
He might be high on coke.
So if you want to keep forgiving, slipping on the soap,
On the day you've gotta get him,
Go for the kneecaps, eyes, and throat.
I was praying for a savior, fearful of a time
Unpredictable behavior would cross the line,
So if you're like a gimp aboard a sinking ship,
Lifeboats on the coast,
Regretting having let it turn to this,
Kneecaps, eyes, and throat.
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4. |
Dreams
03:39
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Hair is there
Everywhere
Yes you care
Yes you stare
Shave it clean
It's obscene
Make it glean
Hair's aware
You're in its snare
And you don't dare
To shave it bare
So wax it soft
Or use floss
Be the boss
Cut it off
When dreams fail to come true,
I can do anything I want without you.
When dreams come true,
I'm in a mess, with or without you.
Palm trees stripped bare of their green leaves,
Unaware of their new sheen,
Sun high in the sky.
Ice cream, strawberries, and gasoline,
Adversaries and prom queens,
Staying up all night.
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5. |
Train
03:37
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There was a train that used to take you through these parts.
This was the central station, now it's just a park.
The field you play in, that was were a spark from the
wire set the valley on fire.
Burned for days, took some lives.
In the day of the train this place was mostly farms.
And a few estates, they were the ones with cars.
Those were simple days when kids made dolls from yarn,
And they worked, choking back the tears,
Living lives full of pain and fear.
A whistle breaks the silence and you're sick in your bed at night
cuz you know there's no tracks for miles.
Always had a softer side but babe, that don't make it right
to hide away your powers
Singing those sad songs in the shower
There was a day I used to care about being smart
Always saving face, I had to play the part
Then I ran away, started making art
Who am I, why am I here?
What is life without pain and fear?
There was a bridge we used to cross when we were kids
Out where the river curves
Always seemed so out of place, slippery on a sunny day
An existential dearth
Birth and life, death, rebirth
What lies buried in that earth?
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Parasite
03:44
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I haven't any more to say,
surely there's a way to get paid even if they're dead.
I have to leave on holiday, shortly.
Whey they pay then leave their payments on my desk.
Just slide the assets to your side,
Slide 'til there's nothin' left.
If you pick it up and say "It's mine,"
In time they're bound to forget.
Divine by a paradigm
No sign of regret
The height of a parasite
You slimy fucking rat
I have to stay on holiday,
surely they're a way to get paid and never come back.
I have to stay and spend your pay
on my fantasy, you can keep what you collect.
It's a little bit harder
when you're so small that you don't see light,
It's a little bit harder
when you don't know what a heart looks like,
If you were a little bit smarter,
you'd know where you go when the host dies,
If you go a little bit farther,
it's gonna go bone dry.
Divine by a paradigm
No sign of regret
The height of a parasite
You slimy fucking rat
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7. |
Cold to the Touch
03:34
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I wouldn't bet on yesterday
Ok, put in $5
What a funny thing to say
Engraved it in my mind
From a belly of decay
With a secondary shine
Could have had you put away
Who's got the time
I refuse to die on your demand
Though it might be nice to feel young again
It's true you haven't had enough
Covered in fuzz, cold to the touch
I lost my head from yesterday
Ok, I'm feeling fine
Had some funny things to say
Some ravens in my mind
Had to clear out the decay
See what I could find
Never ever gonna say
I'm terrified
I refuse to die on your demand
Though it might be nice to feel young again
For you in heaven times are rough
Covered in fuzz, cold to the touch
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8. |
Sinister Satellite
03:56
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Who would have known you as a lonely man
Who had the confidence to kill?
And with your ethos buried in the sand
This is a battle of the will.
Silly.
Explosives on a roller coaster
Metal bedspring in a toaster
Friends are close but foes are even closer
But I evade you still.
Now that I keep you far away
You've become a sinister satellite.
Frozen and floating out in space
And you've got your crosshair between my eyes.
Who would have known there was an upper hand
To be had in having skill?
And when I thought it was a game of chance
You were grabbing at the wheel.
Steering.
Explosives on a roller coaster
Metal bedspring in a toaster
Friends are close but foes are even closer
But I evade you still.
Now that I keep you far away
You've become a sinister satellite.
Frozen and floating out in space
And you've got your crosshair between my eyes.
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9. |
Ivory
03:42
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As far as the sky can reach,
As dark as the ocean deep,
All that I can see,
Is this ivory inside of me.
This agony in ivory.
I'm walking in the weeds.
I'm wandering in my sleep.
Tied and bound to thee,
To this ivory inside of me,
This agony in ivory.
Help me blast through these last of defences,
Find the grass that's green,
Help me pass all these massive crevasses,
Let me roll through the sombor sheen,
Of this ivory inside of me,
This agony in ivory,
I'm tied and bound to thee,
To this ivory inside of me,
this agony in ivory.
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10. |
Warbler
03:36
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Had a look behind my face, dear.
Seek and ye shall find.
I'm feeling out of place here.
That torture really fucked my mind.
When the end seems so very far away,
Remember there is light.
And when the answer seems so very hard to say,
You know you might be right.
I had to write a song to sing to keep from sliding to the other side.
I was a warbler without wings, sun shining, tangled in the power lines.
Spent some time in outer space, dear.
Seek and ye shall find.
And though I find this place dear,
It's so unkind.
When the end seems so very far away,
Remember there is light.
And when the answer seems so very hard to say,
You know you might be right.
I had to write a song to sing to keep from sliding to the other side.
I was a warbler without wings, sun shining, tangled in the power lines.
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Dodola Belgrade, Serbia
DODOLA is the singer-songwriter art-pop project of Katie Woznicki, an American born, Belgrade based multimedia artist.
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