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New Heaven
06:51
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I have a deadly plan / to tell my friends just who I am / and Nanny's dyin' / rainbows and love this weekend / my partner wants to move to the new heaven / let me split my headphones / like firmament and earth / God's cruel joke / if Mother calls me cryin' / I guess Gaia wasn't listening' / my partner wants to move to the new heaven / and the light of God is tired now / pretend you understand / you're just a used car salesman / holy-rollin' / I'm not peculiar I'm just nothin' / my friends are thirsty for salvation / I took the keys man I shouldn't have been drivin' / I was on your heart and you called me around seven / nothin' you ask ever sounds like a question / would you bless the funeral reception / my partner wants to move to the new heaven / and the light of God is tired now / restive like a man / they could pierce my side and give a damn / they are the greatness that I am / they're the milk and honey in a dry land / meditation / communication / parables of love and acceptance / all of my friends don't want to listen / and Nanny's dyin' / this was supposed to be my weekend / I was born with the truth I been seekin' / try to wake me but man I ain't sleepin' / does my smile present me as somethin' / my partner wants to move to the new heaven / and the light of God is tired now
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Charles Bukowski
04:06
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ride the skyway with me / quote less Charles Bukowski / new friends could be what they seem / flyin' cars to Gwen and June's / you have plenty things to lose / plenty pictures hangin' in your room / all the ones who swore they'd protect you / flyin' cars to Gwen and June's / ride the skyway with me / thrift a new pair of jeans / stretch yourself stretch out across my seat / flyin' cars to Gwen and June's / stoic in the sky / I'll help you try / you ain't born to die / I'll help you try / cars can fly / in the future they don't drink whiskey / they love you and protect your biggest dream / new friends could be what they seem / flyin' cars to Gwen and June's
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Plastic Jesus
05:51
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I want to slam through the ceiling / rescue all of your feelings / promise you a second coming / deliver you from the magnificent nothing / and you are glorious / and I will prepare us / a nurturous palace / you gifted me your plastic Jesus / my sight it is decaying / is it an apple or tomato at least I'm cooking / you know it's more than your pocket I'm saving / what would your dad say about all this fine dining / Hell hath a kitchen and Dante is serving / and he feeds off your brain for higher learning / he'll just complain you're too rare and disgusting / but he's perverted the book that he keeps writing / and you are glorious / and I will prepare us / a nurturous palace / you gifted me your plastic Jesus / strip your walls / leave the hole in the roof / let the next see it as proof / see the zip-ties cut loose / holding hands with the man in the moon / all of the plans you've been making / will somehow anoint you with something / help you forgive human beings / deliver you from the magnificent nothing / and you are glorious
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