There's a million ways out of the city I don't know one.

The Sound Of Animals Fighting - Act III: Modulate Back to the Tonic

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I've been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen

There's a million ways out of the city
I don't know one
His way was to pursue birds, with food in their mouths
Suitable for humans, snatching from them.
Then the birds would follow and snatch it back
And they would all go chasing each other gaily for miles
Parting at last with mutual expressions of goodwill
"Save him, save him", they cried
Looking with horror at the cruel sea far below

We're hanging from our ankles
We're hanging from this spot
We're hanging from our ankles
... From this spot
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end
Form...

I've been trapped here for one hundred years
Blood, women and drink have been my only vessels on this vessel
Isn't there a way out, now?
Brave friend horizon, bring me back to fourteen

Indeed, a million golden arrows were pointing it out to children
All directed by their friendly sign, who wanted them to destroy their way
Before leaving them for the night.
In an unexplored patch as they rose and they spread,
Black shadows began to dawn on them.
The roar of the seas took prey, this is quite different now
And above all, we'd lost the certainty that you would live
When at last it had been steady again, he found himself alone in the darkness.

We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot
(I am through with it all)
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end
Form...

We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
We're hanging from this spot
(I am through with it all)
We're hanging from our ankles
(Is this exactly what you wished for?)
I am through with it all
My hand brings you back up on to dreary land,
To form our end
Form...

And in the twilight of this hour when fools are mistaken for men this shadow suits me well my regrets are faced in the end

Little Joys - With strangers

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I bet you're wondering how I knew
That this would come to an end
He stole your heart from you
So you tossed me out to the wind

I keep pretending not to care
Oh the winter scent in her hair
Compels my hands to do
The things my heart wouldn't dare
I'll keep holding on to you
See no use perfecting lives with strangers
If only you, if only now

And in the twilight of this hour
When fools are mistaken for men
This shadow suits me well
My regrets are faced in the end

I'll keep holding on to you
See no use perfecting lives with strangers
If only you, if only now

Guess who's coming to dinner.

Why? - Gnashville

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sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can't tell you what his hands look like. 

guess who's coming to dinner.

gnashville. never in the night.

never in the night when the knot grows tighter than fingers can untie
and all the last half dammed rivers have gone dry
does the cock crow thrice until someone is denied
or the morning comes
you wonder will you ever get your shit together
what is that a leather sofa and a feather in an old fur hat
fake tat lost in a box of cracker jacks
practicing your plane wreck face in a first class lav

(that's what the ghost of someone's dad might say)

when they come calling, i won't go calm
there is no palm or divine mitt
with which to hold one's pit
or seperate the human race from its enviroment
no scattered ashes loosely gather asking where the fire went
we're left with half truth psalms
in an indecypherable scrawl in some vague extinct language
ancient ink dull, almost vanished on some old brittle scroll

(that's what the ghost of someone's dad might say) 

This will destroy you, Sylvia Plath

This will destroy you - Reprise / Sylvia Plath - Mad Girl's love song

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

your beard is growing wild my dear I love your face rosy cheeks and pale skin makes me feel this way like a little girl inside I want to hug you day and night, night.

Sea of Bees - Skinnybone

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Riding the bikes down Elm Street
meeting just for coffee
and to sit and just speak
and to feel the colour of your soul
right next to me, me

your beard is growing wild my dear
I love your face
rosy cheeks and pale skin
makes me feel this way
like a little girl inside
I want to hug you day and night, night

let your eyes grow big
and your heart beat full
share with me your now and past oh my dear
sit with me and hold our hands so so tight
why not let go and see what I see
don't be shy and lift your hands up high

your beard is growing wild my dear 
I love your face 
rosy cheeks and pale skin
makes me feel this way
like a little girl inside
I want to hug you day and night, night

let your eyes grow big
and your heart beat full
share with me your now and past oh my dear
sit with me and hold our hands so so tight
why not let go and see what I see
don't be shy and lift your hands up high

I don't need you
But I want to
I don't need you right now 
But I want to
I don't need you I don't need you
But I want to

I guess you're in love
I guess you're in love

I don't need you right now 
but I want to 
I don't need you right now 
but I want to
I don't need you I don't need you
but I want to

I guess you're in love 

they whisper "oh! apotheosis. oh holy bulb of light." he learns that it is shadow, not just darkness that gives form to night.

The Pax Cecilia - The Tomb Song

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Some requiem must be composed,
for spirits still weighted to this world.

A man makes love to sorrow...
When the sacred jaws of restlessness, 
bring him only burden.
When his truths are moths in mist, 

They whisper: "Oh Apotheosis! Oh holy bulb of light!"
He learns that it is his shadow, 
not just darkness that gives form to the night.

But we will put some definition to freedom, to the divine, our throats, our strings all wild in vibration, and with that sound we will bring the air to flames.

I can't even pretend that you are my friend What has happened to you and I? And don't say that I have changed. 'Cause man, of course I have.

Of Montreal - Cato as a pun

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Cato, play with my head
I won't know the difference
If we're living in the novelist
Or statistician

Cato, mess with my concepts
My inner vision
Like a strobing light
Please confuse my every decision

I can't even pretend that you are my friend
What has happened to you and I?
And don't say that I have changed
'Cause man, of course I have

Are you far too depressed
Now even to answer the phone?
I guess you just want to
Shave your head, have a drink and be left alone

Is that too much to ask?