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See
00:59
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i wish i could see
i wish i could see right in front of me
please ms love
please come and rescue me
my frown is crowned upside down
my hole is all around
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2. |
Old Joy
01:17
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old joy
butterflies and misconceptions
how would you like the fields
i remember the sameness
i can’t believe the girl is like this
how will i count
how will i cut you when pushing comes about
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Sissy Talk
02:59
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it’s a diss assocation
a sick feeling in my chest naval cavity
like a tooth ache in my brain
one where the drugs rule the world
and my grandfather told my clock to run
afterwards i counted sheep
before i knew how to count
how bright was i? that I needed a lantern to see the light.
I have a headache just peeling myself down like this.
it’s a real CRACK in the wrist in the brain in the soul i’m sorry.
you gave your life up for this.
this is what the modern life is — drug.
a blank telescope real nope scope dope lope
a line straight as Adam
a belt connecting Eve to Autumn
Baby’s crashing and calling Cain and Abel to their respective callings
ending up with a brother like Abraham.
God never told me no.
Soon your drug self will see your sober self and laugh
and kill.—
Glory in the newfound passive/uncounscious fame. Computer
Love and life
I have a camera down by the River
Emmary voice
shaking my head side to side on the pillow i’ll puke.
my dad wants you to.
I can’t see one head from the next this is nothin like i expect
here i am again
me again
I see the hair growing back on my chest, around my nipple, the hair’s growing back. I shaved it because i was a sissy. but it passed. my scars are still on my arm though
it’s a strange something, it’s pulling me somewhere, doing something to someone. soon the books won’t write themselves anymore. the books are meaningless anymore. backseat driver. fragments from drugs.
the beauty of drugs is that it makes you special, famous. the tragedy is that it isn’t real.
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4. |
Please
01:47
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whilst in the meadow she came to a spring
she whispered to it softly and took a big drink
tulips came off their stem and we knew it was them
the girl cried quickly, her stream ran short
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