Letra de D-Minor
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A borrowed fern w/ a cigarette burn & a pawn shop ring in her hand
at the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce before the marriage began
in a celery boat singing triangle notes to a horn from the military band,
at the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce before the marriage began
in a celery boat singing triangle notes to a horn from the military band,
the spectreworks c/o Pepper & Dircks’ Bargain Ghost and Haunted Man
We awkwardly shielded the curious eyes of innocent pines from the forest floor
From the frying pan of a celibate man to the fires of the premature
who could ask for nothing more?
we’re a unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge (x2)
we’re a campaign badge, the short-lived match
of an unshrunk patch and the bellows’ edge
on the iron lungs of our language
A by-now acquired fern with a cigarette burn
in a basket with a (rectangle) note on the bedroom floor:
They repaired my fence, those bastards,
I can’t go back home no more save a roundabout way
unto each day is sufficient misfortune thereof
with which to spend in proportion to your modest pay
while shopping around for a word like ‘love.’
--With obedient trust as a babe in the womb,
impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb
with a Deadwood map and a dynamite hat
I’ll come back to Idaho soon,
harmless as a Danish cartoon
This is not the first time God Has died (2x)
This is no the first time [capitalized, 3-lettered sound] has died
This is not the first time, This is not the first time
We awkwardly shielded the curious eyes of innocent pines from the forest floor
From the frying pan of a celibate man to the fires of the premature
who could ask for nothing more?
we’re a unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge (x2)
we’re a campaign badge, the short-lived match
of an unshrunk patch and the bellows’ edge
on the iron lungs of our language
A by-now acquired fern with a cigarette burn
in a basket with a (rectangle) note on the bedroom floor:
They repaired my fence, those bastards,
I can’t go back home no more save a roundabout way
unto each day is sufficient misfortune thereof
with which to spend in proportion to your modest pay
while shopping around for a word like ‘love.’
--With obedient trust as a babe in the womb,
impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb
with a Deadwood map and a dynamite hat
I’ll come back to Idaho soon,
harmless as a Danish cartoon
This is not the first time God Has died (2x)
This is no the first time [capitalized, 3-lettered sound] has died
This is not the first time, This is not the first time
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