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kiss of life
03:43
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late the other night i had planned to tell you
what i meant to do
no one ever lies anymore, you felt you
almost missed the days when they used to
when we were little, we all had the blues
it’s just what you do, it’s true, in school
you looked like somebody famous
and that gold ring had no one to claim it but you
once you said to me that you thought you’d never
fall in love again
then you tapped your knee, sighed, and checked the weather
or were you still and silent? I forget
while we were waiting, I said you’d regret
that need to pretend, and when you said
there is no need to be angry
a choir of angels stood up and sang me a tune
doo doo doo…
friday candles race, sweating little white pearls
which will burn out first?
sadly, in my case, you could fill the whole world
with what i don’t remember or observe
deep in the weekend i work up the nerve
to call it absurd that no one earns
their place on earth, it’s a gift
but some rich men dance while you are as stiff as a broom
doo doo doo…
do you think I haven’t said it at all?`
was it a kiss or the kiss of life, can’t recall
my name or who to blame for it
do you think it’s you who writes on the wall?
it either fits, or it’s fitful and that is all
I’d give you if you came for it
kick the snack machine, that’s just masochism
here we are again
pay to fix your teeth, just live with your vision
Tuesdays free for children under ten
nobody says much and nobody’s friends
is that how it ends? depends, but when
I’m inside out on the table
Oh kiss of life! I thought it was shameful and rude!
doo doo doo...
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don't you need me?
03:33
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you shouldn't leave now
cause don't you need me?
don't you need me?
oh please, my seed
closer than i dreamed to me
i haven't been right
but you have been wrong
don't you need me?
oh we are unweaving
farther from the tree indeed
look and delight for me
not the way it used to be
i will let you happily go
just don't be a stranger
don't be a stranger
don't be a stranger, don't
after it all
won't you need me?
won't you need me?
oh the speed of the weeding
harder than it seems to be
look and delight for me
not the way it used to be
i will let you happily go
just don't be a stranger
don't be a stranger
don't be a stranger, don't
when i was young, strange now as it is
i was a sovereign prince of everything i'd see
but you were the first
to ever need me
don't you need me
oh please
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the arsonist's lullaby
04:18
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it burned to the ground
i liked it better, i found, afterwards
there is no house
there is no trace of it
no need to get out if you can't get in
take the hint
strike the flint
a bird's eye rolling back
in the heat of it
the crack and spit
the wind that kicks up ash
i've had my fun
i like to think that i won in the end
and to be blunt, sir
there is no heart of it
you can't get under what does not exist
make a fist
phlebotomists
can't find your small blue veins
and your aunt's convinced
that communists
are probably to blame
the satellite says someone lives here
in this missing tooth, interrupted thought
i can say that there's a bridge here
but it doesn't help me get from here to not my fault
the real world doesn't rhyme
but i like to return to the crime anyway
it is my wife
i am in love with it
it is the light that i cannot resist
strike a match
burn the fat
there is nobody there
i don't live like that
i never have
in castles in the air, the air
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4. |
the snake
03:17
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the fangs of the snake
that bit you when you were small
are dried and displayed
in a case in the hall
the younger you are, the more you think you know
the hardest of hearts, the dirtiest of snow
what age did you learn
that jane's taylor was jane?
a weird kind of burnt-sugar sweet
kind of shame
the sound of the bark of some extinct breed of dog
the hardest of hearts, the haziest of fog
great and powerful, i was seven days a king
sweet and sour full bowls of soup
in a ring upon the table
how did you start, oh little lie of mine?
the hardest of hearts, the laziest of time
the snake that you killed
had no venom at all
its skin shone, its skill
was to curl in a ball
but oh, who could mind a little fantasy?
the brightest of lights, the holiest of deeds
the brightest of lights, the holiest of deeds
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Lee Zangari Boston, Massachusetts
folk music from some flounder
"one of the most unique and brilliant sounds to emerge from greater new england. a truly gifted artist." – south shore magazine
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