1. |
Animal Kingdom
02:06
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Settle down. Don’t say my name,
Give me those eyes, and walk back home.
Don’t take risks. Don’t play games.
Don’t play—
When you get shy, you gotta go.
Touched my dress, snatched my wrist.
You better take your heavy coat.
Your heavy coat.
Ride on appetite.
Itch when you think of me.
You’ve got a soft spot,
A sweet tooth, and big eyes for me.
Eat out my hand.
Rise at my command.
She can’t hunt you like I do.
So feed, big hands.
My poor dear, it’s got so cold,
And so late and still the road.
Oh, where’d you put your heavy coat?
Your heavy—
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2. |
Yarn
03:44
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My head is a hell, and hell is a hall.
I go back to the well, but the well is a wall.
I was poured into steel with my arms open wide.
It was damage to heal the damage aside.
So what is envy now? What is home to house?
I can’t stand you now. I can’t stand you now.
I want to push you right off.
There’s a flood on my hands with nowhere to fall
My head is a wreck, and the page is a pall.
What you doing in my house?
What you doing in my house?
What you doing in my house?
What you doing in my house?
I want to push you right off.
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3. |
Laud
05:10
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They try to bury it.
They try to bury it.
They try to bury it.
Naked teeth
Hooked on me.
Milk’s a drink.
Raise a roar.
Run the sink.
Peach shove mouth.
Shoe hit head.
Tea sop hair.
Toe crack door.
I’m so bad.
It’s February.
Hearts are scary.
Hearts—
I was a boy.
I wouldn’t wait.
You sat on my heart while you whined.
You won’t back down ’til a fight.
I said it before, all of the time.
Sorry I didn’t laud you in time.
I loved you then.
I think you’re right.
One is a lie.
One is a lie.
One is a lie.
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4. |
Nurse and Nun
05:02
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I’m nurse and nun.
Undertaker of men.
All men cry upon my table.
I’d give you the balm but you’re unable.
I’m the worst nurse,
’Cause it ain’t in me.
I tie them down. I feel no pity.
And they cry until they’re empty.
I’m nurse and nun.
Undertaker of men.
All men cry upon my table.
I’d give you the cross but you’re unable.
He was a bad man. They had to lift his energy off me. It was dark like a cloud, like a wisp of black smoke. They had to lift it off me like it was a net of black hair. And I arose.
My name is Prunella. I’m at the height of my trajectory. I saw his face and I’m not scared. They said show it to her, she’s ready. I said show it to me, I’m not scared. I heal the sick. I raise the dead. I am Prunella. If you’re hurt, I’ll take my revenge.
The day isn’t cold enough for this to sting. They laid me out on the table. What’s this light? What’s this rustling? It’s time. I rise. I take my revenge.
Maybe I was twelve. Maybe fourteen. Maybe I was eighty-two or eighty-three. I carry it through this life. I bear every bit of that weight and I will not let them shatter me.
My name is Prunella. My name is Prunella. And I’ll have my revenge.
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5. |
July's People
04:34
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I caught you, July.
I caught you, July,
In my things like a child.
What you thought you would find?
I never wanted you,
Hart for hind.
I never figured out
Your kind.
Should. I stole your should.
Oh good. Oh God, you’re good.
I know I don’t know you, July.
I don’t know the faces you know.
January wasn’t all.
I did not know that.
Oh July, how could you lie?
I know I steal, but when it’s right.
Oh July, I don’t say boy,
So where’s your heart?
I know I don’t know you, July.
I don’t know the faces you know.
January wasn’t all.
I did not know that.
Like I ever wanted you.
Like I ever wanted you.
Should. I stole your should.
Oh good. Oh God, you’re good.
I know I don’t know you, July.
I don’t know the faces you know.
January wasn’t all.
I did not know that.
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6. |
Cradle
00:40
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Back in my cradle,
Fetch me the ladle,
Fetch me the serving spoon.
I look so dead back in bed.
Feed me or I’ll be gone soon.
Sung by voices,
Run by horses,
Tracks go round in a tomb.
I’ll never forget
How we first met
And died in the afternoon.
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7. |
Bless Your Money
03:04
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You’re doing fine. Sins all align.
The third fork’s three tines.
Bless your money.
Why all the cries? Your taxes are tithes.
You’d welcome four reichs.
Bless your money.
Cross songs in their heads.
Shot shells in their beds.
They cock it all the time.
It makes them feel white.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you’re a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
You’re just heartless, id all the way,
Eat out the maid, eat out the maid.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Bless your money, bless your money.
Hate’s your harvest. Death to the state
That made you that way. It makes you that way.
Cross songs in your head.
Shot shells in your bed.
You cock it all the time.
It makes you white.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
I bet you’re a don.
I bet you when they douse the lights,
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
You raise the right.
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8. |
Brother
05:46
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It’s not fair. You’re not here.
What a way to disappear.
Take me out for a drive.
I’m so weak. No, I’m just fine.
I’m just high. It’s over now.
Did I wake you, brother?
From the heat of a wasted summer?
Can two weepers find each other?
I will wake you, brother.
I gave up my control,
And scratched my face
For your ego.
You’ve been up for a while.
You don’t sleep and you don’t smile.
You don’t try. I think I know why.
Did I wake you, brother?
From the heat of a wasted summer?
Can two weepers find each other?
I will wake you, brother.
So hold the line until I find God.
Just hold the line until I find God.
The brain’s a liar.
The brain’s a liar, I know.
The heart’s a liar.
The hand’s a wire to God.
So hold the line until I find God.
Just hold the line until I find God.
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9. |
Built
03:33
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Oh, you’re so sure you’re big, well—
Could you fit my—?
Would you fit my—?
Oh, you’re so sure you’re built well.
Turn out the lights.
Turn out the lights.
Build. Build. Build.
The nation’s on the line.
The whites are out of time.
And it “hurts their hearts.”
Oh, you’re so sure you’re big, well—
What gets you high
Is love for a hate sign.
“She’s a real kinda built tall.”
I’ll still touch the sky
And dig out on daylight.
Build. Build. Build.
You want it built.
Your God’s a wall.
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10. |
Hand Videos
02:58
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I like things that are intricate
And made of metal
And need to be fixed.
I like cars.
I like watching you drive.
And how you press the pen when you write.
No faces, just hands.
Just for a moment,
I could pretend to be you.
And feel all the things you do.
I wonder if then
I’d know how you felt about me—
If you scratch at your thumb when I’m around—
If you tap your ring on the sink, or when I’m not there,
You touch my things.
Everything you do, I’d imagine was me.
Like I’m a wire or a screw,
Or a knob or a battery.
Like I’m a cup or knock.
Like every part of your life is
Part of my body.
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11. |
Kiddo
02:50
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To listen to you talk
Is the price of green tea.
To feed your self-worth
The price of red bean.
To taste something I’ve never had
I’d give anything.
We talk when you’re ready.
Me, I don’t know. I’m just nothing.
I know all about you.
I know all about you.
I take the abuse.
I’d give anything.
I’d give anything.
I’d give anything.
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12. |
Mirrors for Narcissists
03:39
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Passport denial. Send postcards and letters.
Sheriff Arpaio. It makes no difference.
They cut around my legs.
Stop. To watch me hang.
All night, I was in thrall.
House, Senate, and Capitol
Do I begin my war when they’re still
Caught up in everyday shame? Fools
Haven’t no other ways
But their god is in my way.
Stop. Hey, you won.
You made me cry.
When do you destroy the government?
When do you destroy the government?
Surround the place. I’ll be awhile.
Corral the mace. I’ll be awhile.
Cut around their heads.
Stop. Watch them beg.
When do you destroy the government?
When do you destroy the government?
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Djunah Chicago, Illinois
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