tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46935188419913560352024-03-14T05:10:17.530-07:00All Drowned OutKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-36826954989592112362014-12-15T13:22:00.004-08:002014-12-15T13:22:30.825-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/in-wyoming-or-in-the-sun<div class="p1">
it’s nice that you do the things you do for me </div>
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it’s nice that you listen to what I say </div>
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when tomorrow breaks I’ll be true to you </div>
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when it’s broken I’m gonna stay </div>
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I had the dream again I failed the test </div>
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the one where I lose all my teeth </div>
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all my fears they are so circular </div>
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if it’s bad it’ll happen to me </div>
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it’ll happen to me </div>
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when we’re done with school will we build a home? </div>
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in Wyoming or in the sun </div>
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made of windows so we can see the light </div>
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it’s been so long I thought it gone </div>
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if you’ll have me can I stay the night? </div>
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if you’d have me I’d be fine </div>
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I’ve lost my words to condemn this life </div>
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in you I’ve found something that is mine </div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-66038070164984858122014-12-01T12:25:00.001-08:002014-12-01T12:25:29.168-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy<div class="p1">
<b>pretty woman walking down the street</b></div>
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<b>pretty woman the kind I'd like to meet </b></div>
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oh pretty woman, pretty woman </div>
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you were born when I learned to drive </div>
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now you're naked and I've taught you to writhe </div>
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pretty woman, no you're just a girl </div>
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little baby, I like your short skirt </div>
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pretty woman </div>
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oh pretty woman oh pretty thing </div>
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your legs are lightning splitting side the tide</div>
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please don't spite me, I just wanna get you high, pretty woman </div>
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pretty woman </div>
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<b>I don't believe you, you aren't the truth </b></div>
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<b>nothing could look as good as you</b></div>
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do you like it, when I say 17? </div>
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your bed's like fire so i couldn't help but sleep</div>
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pick me up, outside my parent's house </div>
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don't come inside, my street is quiet now </div>
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you'll touch my knee because we're nowhere here </div>
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I'll close my eyes just to make it clear </div>
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there's no one home because the light is gone </div>
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Im empty here, a place to be unknown </div>
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I'm wide awake, you'll have to sleep alone </div>
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such hollow faith (but) I'm too young to grow </div>
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pretty woman, breathless and drowned</div>
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for a moment, but now more lost than found (stay on f) </div>
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pretty woman, let me comb your hair </div>
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stand before me, in nothin but your underwear </div>
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take a picture, one where you touch yourself </div>
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I'll know you're mine not for anyone else </div>
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oh pretty woman, pretty woman, pretty girl </div>
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pretty woman, pretty woman </div>
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<b>you look lovely as can be</b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-tab-span"> </span>Are you lonely just like me</b></div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-54808689787186983772014-12-01T12:23:00.002-08:002014-12-01T12:23:20.626-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/soiled<div class="p1">
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<i>he speaks like words are a foreign tongue </i></div>
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<i>as if he made up his mind too young </i></div>
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<i>and when he’s dancing he’s also gone </i></div>
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<i>to fetch what’s missing in the song </i></div>
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<i>oh anxious dreamer what did I say </i></div>
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<i>to keep your sullen eyes at bay?</i></div>
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<i>your buoy set above the storm </i></div>
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<i>what tempest rose to leave you torn? </i></div>
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<i>and had I the heart to say, </i></div>
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<i>as wishes wander I’ll start to pray, </i></div>
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<i>for the thing that’s raging in your bones </i></div>
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<i>a collapsing cage for your small town throne </i></div>
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<i>here’s ridicule with her soiled robes </i></div>
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<i>lively burden at a sold out show </i></div>
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<i>where you stand on stage and recite the lines </i></div>
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<i>nothing’s changing but everything’s fine </i></div>
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<i>like idle hands which begin to fray </i></div>
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<i>you’re always leaving in the same way </i></div>
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<i>how high above me can you stand?</i></div>
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<i>before you reach the promise land </i></div>
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<i>we were there when they let it fall</i></div>
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<i>over the speakers at the shopping mall </i></div>
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<i>brought it down so you could go</i></div>
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<i>the only place you’ve ever known </i></div>
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<i>where we try and make it right </i></div>
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<i>but we vacation here just for the night </i></div>
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<i>maybe baby you’ll make it work</i></div>
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<i>we don’t trap what makes us home </i></div>
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<i>just a garbage can we caught on loan</i></div>
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<i>at a lonely museum in a shopping mall</i></div>
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<i>we were there when they let it fall</i></div>
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<i>brought it down so you could go</i></div>
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<i>the only place you’ve ever known </i></div>
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<i>where we try and make it right </i></div>
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<i>but we vacation here just for the night </i></div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-70734840494079514002014-12-01T12:22:00.001-08:002014-12-01T12:22:19.402-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/monday-04-29-pm<div class="p1">
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A Woman Is A Woman</div>
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And A Man Is A Man</div>
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But We Both Have Hands </div>
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To Hold And To Choke</div>
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What Will Not Love Us Back</div>
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Well That Was The Plan </div>
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A Woman Is A Woman</div>
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But She Was Once Made From Him</div>
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A Little Bone He Could Do Without</div>
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Carved With The Precision Of A Voodoo Limb </div>
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With A Nose And Eyes And Breasts</div>
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To Love And To Do Without.</div>
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To Do Without</div>
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A Woman Is A Woman</div>
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And A Man Is A Man</div>
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And They Dream Of Similar Things </div>
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Of Houses And Cigarettes,</div>
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Of Sex And Blank-Faced Babies</div>
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Of Cars And Wedding Rings</div>
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A Man Is A Man</div>
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Who Dreads The Morning Crust</div>
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In The Corners Of Her Eyes</div>
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Who Greets The Morning Carelessly </div>
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And Starts To Rearrange </div>
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All Her Things He’d Come To Despise </div>
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And Her Hollow Breath Caressing "Good Morning"</div>
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Like A Bellow From Her Thighs </div>
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A Woman Is A Woman</div>
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And A Man Is A Man</div>
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Who Knows He’s Never Wrong </div>
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And A Woman Is A Woman</div>
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Who Knows She’s Without Hope</div>
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Woe For A Place That She Might Long </div>
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And If There Were A Savior </div>
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Some Humbled In Between </div>
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Then I Might Get Away </div>
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From The Places I Have Rotted </div>
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By Trying To Stay Clean </div>
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Unsex Me I Might Pray </div>
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I’m Just Waiting For The Day,</div>
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For Heartache Is My Terror </div>
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And Lonesome Is My Plan </div>
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Where We Will Share This Cigarette </div>
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And Struggle To Be Brave</div>
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Knowing A Man Is A Man</div>
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Is A Man </div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-78041036099778518202014-12-01T12:19:00.002-08:002014-12-01T12:19:54.683-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/tuesday-07-06-pm<div class="p1">
<b>I often feel grief Like an eighth and final continent An island set to tropical time.</b></div>
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<b>It is a place held away from self, With short and brittle correspondence Of letters in jars on another man’s dime </b></div>
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<b> they speak another language here and unfamiliar farce of words soft like (my) beds it’s a bitter dance of syllables spoken slow and steady like a dirge is read </b></div>
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<b>My Idling archipelago Rambles like a train of mismatched Thoughts, Only ever in halves for wholes this place has only lost </b></div>
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<b>I feel it like a dragging and a pulling farther and farther down and when I lie awake at night sometimes I think that I’ll never come round </b></div>
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<b>and when it’s grief surrounding me it’s oh so faint like god twiddling his thumbs the witching hour supposedly has come too late for any damage to be done </b></div>
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<b>and though I have loved you as a thief I’ll tell you love like this is only sold and you cannot fend off the grief it’s drained me of my grace and made me full </b></div>
Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-13760388871067832012014-12-01T12:18:00.001-08:002014-12-01T12:18:01.101-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/ambien<div class="p1">
somewhere between dim witted and sleeping </div>
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I have lain awake for days </div>
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to counter missing hours</div>
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so vacant and often crazed </div>
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the whole seemed to distance at first</div>
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I aligned myself with the sun </div>
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the path altered by consequence like bullets change a gun </div>
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so half life, spirit blithe, valued like a hunting knife</div>
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so I get gone, the feelings wrong, here’s my letter to the world for whom I only long</div>
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I see you read by the light of stained glass</div>
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weighed down by words a cry for help </div>
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which man brought you to your knees </div>
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and you laughed so hard he wouldn’t let you out </div>
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he who reigns among us will keep us idle thoughts at bay </div>
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let this serve as a reminder, do not kid yourself and never pray </div>
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here’s my letter to the world to which I don’t belong </div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-87683199117594261152014-12-01T12:17:00.001-08:002014-12-01T12:17:17.710-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/take-me-back<div class="p1">
statue of my adherence won’t you love me like you will</div>
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monument the things inside me that I’ll never kill</div>
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take me with you to bed like you might do a sleeping pill </div>
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use me for my words and then dispose of me until</div>
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but take me back </div>
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object of my grace rearranging where I go </div>
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rid me of my barriers for what you’ll tell I’ll show</div>
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be careful with my vices, I’m pretty sure they’re all I know</div>
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harbinger of sameness I’m waiting for a change in tone </div>
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piece me back together so you can render me innate </div>
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and with that declaration for personhood I’ll wait </div>
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you’ll grieve me into being, right on time i’m never late</div>
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and I’ll take all this back before you’re forced to grab the bait </div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-43888582979540839812014-12-01T12:14:00.002-08:002014-12-01T12:14:49.626-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/please-stay-here<div class="p1">
I can only feel it like a chemical imbalance in my head, in my head </div>
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I can only touch it if it’s sad or if it’s lustrous dragging me to sleep with eyes like lead </div>
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and when I dream I think that I’m with you, and when I sleep I am love’s lucky fool </div>
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and here I am repeating what I’ve said before </div>
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he is just a ghost and nothing more</div>
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I have no excuses but my lack of talent tries me to obey, what you say </div>
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and if I flinch surrounding you it’s not because I want to go away, I’d rather stay</div>
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when I dream id rather be awake </div>
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to hear the awful noises morning’s make </div>
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and if I am repeating what I’ve done before </div>
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I hope this time it stick before you’re out the door </div>
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if I close my eyes too much it’s just the weight that tethers me to fear yes to fear </div>
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I’ve been lonely way too much to hope that you might be staying here, please stay here </div>
Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-36584032063523140592014-12-01T12:13:00.001-08:002014-12-01T12:13:34.491-08:00https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/saturday-12-56-pm<div class="p1">
she knows not what she asks of me </div>
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when I get down on bended knee </div>
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to please the thing I cannot change </div>
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ive pleaded god to rearrange </div>
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the want for all that I despise </div>
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petty relief to counter lies </div>
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and here’s my head to know what’s right </div>
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and here’s my heart all full of spite </div>
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how can I save this life? (repeat 4) </div>
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she’s peering now with wanton eyes </div>
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a crowded room full of her spies </div>
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from the bar she draws a wave </div>
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casts me to bed where I’ll behave</div>
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to linger without action makes</div>
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for slow disguise to disguise to mask mistakes </div>
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I’d stop to cry if I were wise </div>
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if this was me you’d recognize </div>
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how can I save this life? (x4) </div>
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believers have forgotten me </div>
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patron saint of apathy</div>
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the demon that I’ve come to host </div>
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is my best friend, my holy ghost </div>
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how I could have come to be </div>
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so absent when I meant to be free </div>
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If I could sleep I’d dream of her</div>
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all black and white is what we were </div>
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how can I save this life (x4) </div>
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Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-91301368094357997152014-06-15T11:25:00.002-07:002014-06-15T11:40:04.258-07:00there is a chance we might find a place<br />
somewhere in between like and crazy about<br />
where new friends are old rivals<br />
thousands of miles apart<br />
and homesick each for the otherKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-78299740355254856662013-10-02T01:43:00.002-07:002013-10-02T01:43:57.907-07:00I want to write a story, so tragically obsessed with the loss of his teeth that he makes them into denchers and kills himselfKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-25511877324692132372013-04-24T14:35:00.002-07:002013-04-24T14:35:55.341-07:00I miss you already<br />
i miss your knocks on my door and the way you speak<br />
i'm stoned<br />
and all i wish is that you were here with me Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-38617191179554393452013-04-02T13:53:00.002-07:002013-04-02T13:53:13.445-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and we all lived together </div>
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in a wee little house,</div>
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touched by God. </div>
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and we were all happy </div>
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but more than any other thing</div>
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we were </div>
<br />Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-42926371613216432922013-03-24T21:21:00.001-07:002013-03-24T21:21:15.605-07:00all the people I love are either dead or dying<br />
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<br />Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-76686288119703559572013-03-15T13:22:00.001-07:002013-03-15T13:22:12.859-07:00rebuke the idol/idle today I have a car, <div>
the car is my idol</div>
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for I am not idle. </div>
Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-90216689733616435592013-03-14T10:31:00.000-07:002013-03-14T10:31:27.346-07:00a woman is a woman<br />
and a man is a man<br />
but we both have hands to hold and to choke<br />
and wring what will not love us back.<br />
<br />
a woman is a woman<br />
but she was once made from man<br />
a little bone he could do without<br />
carved with the precision of a voodoo doll<br />
with a nose and eyes and breasts<br />
to love and to do without.<br />
<br />
a woman is a woman<br />
and a man is a man<br />
and they dream of houses and cigarettes,<br />
of sex and blank-faced babies.<br />
<br />
a man is a man<br />
who dreads the morning crust<br />
in the corners of her eyes<br />
and the hollow breath caressing "good morning"<br />
like she's never said it before.<br />
<br />
a woman is a woman<br />
and a man is a man<br />
and a woman is a woman<br />
who knows she is without hope<br />
and a man is a man. <br />
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<br />Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-66775153852362861372013-03-12T15:21:00.003-07:002013-03-12T15:21:53.032-07:00al gore
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How do you feel </div>
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I for one </div>
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For two </div>
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For three </div>
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Would like to harm you so gross </div>
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Make love to morose </div>
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And privy my thoughts to a ghost. </div>
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I purged the blood from my throat </div>
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And prayed not to choke </div>
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But the thought rang out like a toast</div>
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High and mighty my dear, </div>
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Assert to my fear </div>
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And vile so vile my truth</div>
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They think I’m sad</div>
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Oh wouldn’t that be so uncouth? </div>
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My head is the maker,</div>
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lungs surely the breaker,</div>
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of what I can
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if I let it prolong, </div>
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then all of you voices be free </div>
<!--EndFragment-->Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-79395716369884644162013-03-04T22:28:00.001-08:002013-03-04T22:28:26.539-08:00but maybe notKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-12113742819935379412013-03-04T14:17:00.001-08:002013-03-04T14:17:58.164-08:00fuck youKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-83547544683968187622013-02-28T10:52:00.001-08:002013-02-28T10:52:03.440-08:00helloI love you<br />
won't you tell me your nameKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-21212787676819343872013-02-26T22:17:00.002-08:002013-02-26T22:17:36.274-08:00i keep dreaming of drowning<br />
and drowning with a single thought all those whom I know as ghostsKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-34887623726653737452013-02-21T16:44:00.002-08:002013-02-21T16:44:29.690-08:00lolit's like losing ur virginity <br />
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<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YpgjAMahdko" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Kathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-1580576944355708192013-02-21T16:41:00.001-08:002013-02-21T16:42:51.056-08:00to the lady dressed in white things spring,<br />
not hope--hope is no thing I know<br />
beds spring, when voices rise<br />
you to the door now to half light the hall<br />
doors spring<br />
and hold in place the small crack<br />
you've framed<br />
to muffle the giggles<br />
lifting the bed.<br />
sounds spill,<br />
like achey cups in jittery hands.<br />
you with your cocaine eyes<br />
and sweaty pause<br />
and me,<br />
drunk on valentine wine, sizing up the hallway<br />
alone in ambition.<br />
but there's no fixing it,<br />
the thing itself.<br />
the thing that makes me safe,<br />
fort made of rabbits' feet and graying pillows,<br />
thing that makes me less only,<br />
but ever more lonely.<br />
Thing springing<br />
and hoping to god I'll hear.<br />
Sober sounds for drowning earsKathleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10637768802996536773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4693518841991356035.post-85403135060952593632013-02-19T11:21:00.002-08:002013-02-19T11:21:21.050-08:00momento mori, bitches <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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