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sleeping with a ghost
06:27
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there is a hole in my eye
through which I cannot see
where the sun never shines
on that which is concealed
but in all the rain we shared
a river runs from head to heart
I trace the patterns in your hair
the map of you is where I start
and who was laying in my bed
who were you or did you know
perhaps these words have touched your tongue
you swallowed all these questions down
was I sleeping with a ghost
making love to only shadows
was I sleeping with a ghost
making love to only shadows
there is a crack in the world
river deep mountain high
what you said what I heard
it's all true, it's all lies
still on my finger I can see
like a scar across my skin
where the metal used to be
it marks the place that you have been
in every photograph a face
so familiar so unknown
hiding somewhere in the frame
down inside beneath the bone
was I sleeping with a ghost
making love to only shadows
was I sleeping with a ghost
making love to only shadows
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2. |
your clothes
03:42
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sometimes i want to burn
everything i own
oven mitts and photographs
the cordless telephone
if i see them if i touch them
all the moments you were there
are waiting here behind my eyes
in this vacant stare
when you were gone
i would smell your clothes
feel the fabric on my face
breathe you in my nose
now you've taken them away
the closet is a hole
that leads to only empty space
somewhere in my soul
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
sometimes i want to burn
everything i own
oven mitts and photographs
the cordless telephone
if i see them if i touch them
all the moments you were there
are waiting here behind my eyes
in this vacant stare
when you were gone
i would smell your clothes
feel the fabric on my face
breathe you in my nose
now you've taken them away
the closet is a hole
that leads to only empty space
somewhere in my soul
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
miss your clothes
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3. |
strangers
04:51
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when the days are all burning
and the sunlight creases
when the rain is trapped
all the downstream strangers shed their hiding
and wander with the wastepaper tumbleweed
and the hill bellied women
with their snow white legs
with their skirts all stained
and the midget parade
they follow right behind
with abandon me eyes
as they harp about some hollywood holocaust
strangers
strangers to me
strangers
stranger in me
and the he/she/it/they stagger
from the street corner cavern
trying hard not to stumble
doing the double shadow shuffle
over curbstone cliffs
into a gutter deep abyss
where they hit the hard concrete
and promptly go to sleep
strangers
strangers to me
strangers
stranger in me
and i know we are strangers too
head to toe hat to shoe
lie to me i'll lie to you
tongue is bitten by the tooth
teeth will crack upon the truth
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thousand miles away
08:14
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we're up in the air
the sun is on it's side
i have the taste of a dream in my mouth
from a language i don't understand
and somewhere in the north of japan
children burn their uniforms in secret
they whisper to me
while someone is cracking in two
they have the sound of a man in their ears
from a place that they'll never see
and here on the edge of america
i am just as glass is stretched through fire
and you can smell the smoke
you can feel the heat
a thousand miles away
a thousand miles away
small hands
touching the water
dark eyes
bending the light
were turning away
the dreaming is set aside
i have words that are stuck in my throat
words that i'll never speak
and somewhere at the back of the sky
shadows fall like ashes through her fingers
and you can smell the smoke
you can feel the heat
a thousand miles away
a thousand miles away
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5. |
your clothe (bass intro)
03:40
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same as above
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tone drop Los Angeles, California
tone drop is textural electronics, electro-acoustic composition, and song forms by g.e. stinson.
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