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I'm standing here in line
Waiting for you to break me heart
I'm standing by the frozen goods
Waiting for the end to start
I swear to God I'm gonna clean my room
So won't you meet me in the afternoon
I wish that we had met before
So you could hold my body at the liquor store
'Cause I like you best though
I like your dress clothes
You're so complicated
But I like the mess though
And I like your t-shirt
The way it goes deeper
In the perspectival ether
But I don't know if I love you either
We could be cute together being poor
Like two Franciscans sleeping on the floor
I wonder if we're able to be sane
Or if I'd be Abel and you'd be Cain
And I could take you to a shopping mall
We'll buy a 40oz give our moms a call
And we could be together anytime
Our bodies entangled like a pantomime
I like you best though
I like your dress clothes
You're so complicated
But I like the mess though
And I love your body
When it touches my body
I just wanna hold you
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I received in the mail
A package with my name upon its face just like a veil
And there, within the brown paper
Were objects I'd been missing from a life before
When the body was a lie
And I didn't seem to mind
Subsisting in the nothing of it all
And the package took the form
Of the body so conformed
To the shape that I was in when I was in it
I confess, once or twice
I thought about the feeling on my body, it was nice
Cover me, keep me warm
The hole is in the center just where I prefer
But the skin is gone
A new frame has it on
And I'm standing barren,
waiting for its return
It's a wayward skin for a wayward kin
And I wonder if I'll ever get it back
I think you know exactly what I need
I think you know exactly what I mean
And I think you don't need to figure it out
'Cause I think you know exactly what I'm talking about
Yeah, I still want my black Ramones t-shirt back
I still want my black Ramones t-shirt back
And I know it's unlikely, but I thought that I would ask if I could still have my black Ramones t-shirt back
in one piece
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In Mind (Live at WRGW)
03:26
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I woke up and I had a dream
I had a meeting with the Nazarene
He said to me I should be moving on
I didn’t do it but I liked the thought
Then I saw him there enshrined
So I did what I could
And I kept it in mind
I met somebody with a pseudonym
I still recall the color of their limbs
They said to never learn to say goodbye
Just count to thirty and then close your eyes
So I took it all in stride
They said if they came back
To do the same in kind
You keep your butter on the butter shelf
It’s probably better for your mental health
I keep my body at the liquor store
With all the liquor that I can’t afford
And I hold myself in line
It's a linguistic confusion
A lá Wittgenstein
I sing about the things that Elvis won’t
Like going crazy and my student loans
I’m really hoping for a big success
To give me an excuse to regress
Into an infantile psychosis
If it’ll get somebody to hold me after this
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A/O Boston, Massachusetts
A/O is a group that breathes, listens, and speaks from a multiplicity of bodies, voices and subjectivities. They function within music, film, and visual art, engaging with philosophy as "poetic composition," and seeking to critique and replace a traditional philosophical discourse with one based in sound, image, and poetics. ... more
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