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Bomb Cyclone
03:26
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Waiting in a blizzard looking for your love
Wading in a pond that fits like a glove
Feet on the ground absorbing all the sound
But everyone tells me to look above
And I don’t need the sky
And I don’t need to get that high
And I don’t need to go that far
Just know that I am a star
Laying in a marsh like lickety-split
Living like a lover licking a lovely lover’s tit
Lazing on the grass on a Sunday mourn
Lusting after mass to morass forlorn
And I feel the wind on my cheek
And I feel no reason to speak
And I don’t need to go that far
Just know that I am a star
Like a rolling stone
I am tough to the bone
Lighter than a breath of air
Lay me down, lay me bare
I don’t scare, I only care
For the wind in my hair
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2. |
Tie-Down
03:40
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She’s a lover
She don’t waste no time
Don’t mess around
She’s in her prime
Every day and every night
She lock it down
Don’t put up a fight
I couldn’t run
I could not hide
She was fun
What a ride
When I’m there
I can’t leave
Two of a pair
Something’s up her sleeve
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3. |
Everyone
03:18
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In the big city,
there is you and there is me.
All you need is love.
Occupy a woman's body.
Muse about illuminati.
Fight against global poverty.
Everything should be free
as long as you think like me.
How long will we watch
and will we cry?
Talking heads speaking lies,
oh, I sigh!
The youngest one of her family,
hair blonde like the sun,
faded like each blue eye.
You are young only for a short while.
You are long gone.
Who am I?
I am just a guy.
I don't even know how to cry.
But I care. Yes, I care a lot.
I want what's just and fair,
but excuse me, I am smoking pot.
Never mind.
I don't know.
The red river flows
in my mind all the time.
When will my body shine?
I was wrong. I was so wrong.
You are young forever.
Do not wilt.
Trade your shame and guilt for love.
Do not be so clever.
It's okay to let go and listen.
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Expat lying on the floor (baby wanted me)
Expat lying on the floor (baby wanted me)
Expat dying on the floor (baby haunted me)
Expat dead on the floor (baby, don't you mess with me)
Black sweater touches her hair
Seersucker pants with a flair
Leather boots dressed to kill
Silky white supple skin
Into the nite, I'm fading in
I'm eating out
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5. |
Lalv
03:00
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lulu lalu wick-a-wah
daisy
uwu froufrou bimbo bop
glazey
ooh la la mon petit chou
maisey
i am lazy for your love
tee-hee yilyi skedaddle baeb
with me
oh no glass blow taddle tale
on me
hey hey yay yay bedazzle face
in me
i am lazy for your love
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6. |
Pink N' Red
02:15
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pink and red
close to death
shoe-in for a bleeding moon
lavender
i search for her
i let her go much too soon
I stroke death in the promised land.
Taste my breath and squeeze my hand.
Drown me sweetly, my blushing love,
On my back with heaven above.
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7. |
Groovy & Medieval
02:13
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Groovy & Medieval
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8. |
June Gloom
01:53
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mounds & vernal pools
lovers lost in lusty drools
moss & thunder cracks
laughing loud in lagooned wax
lay me down like ophelia
ancestralized necrophilia
death by glossolalia
moon bathing & faith art
you and me we fall apart
not now or never
latex over leather
tinsel and wastewater
she is me and i am her
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Crab Maiden
02:24
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come here baeb, touch my heart
here there's no end or start
Fatti maschii, parole feminine
here winners lose and losers win
gave me a black-eyed susan
sloshed in mids, i live pleasantly
orange breeze, go full sleaze
be my secret crush in herring run
making out hot, humid fun
dowse all with moss and gummy ponds
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10. |
Pink & Red
02:26
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pink and red
close to death
shoe-in for a bleeding moon
lavender
i search for her
i let her go much too soon
I stroke death in the promised land.
Taste my breath and squeeze my hand.
Drown me sweetly, my blushing love,
On my back with heaven above.
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11. |
Swansea
01:21
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12. |
Canary Mine
00:18
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13. |
Wet T-Shirt Contest
03:39
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ur the only one
trapped in a wet city
eyes for me, lips for you
you steal me
tonite we walk the street
sweating in harmony
ur eyes burn with heat
lips below, sticky sweet
bustin thru, films of lusts unknown
i crave to be caught dead in my tracks
heart pounding, silently dying, weak for your touch
begging to be swept away
to be small, held in ur arms
wet, wet t-shirt contest
late summer, drenched from a garden hose
alone, u tease me discretely behind the concrete
ur both candy and meat
im melting not from the sun but ur inner moon
im afraid to ask u anything about what could be
so instead i weakly sulk in harmony
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Eyelashes! Baltimore, Maryland
Baltimore songstress Eyelashes! cut her teeth performing as Baggypantsrich in the 2010s under the microgenre of glam folk: sad melodies, a backbeat, and glam rock attitude. After a move to NOLA, she took on the name Eyelashes! Initially an experimental venture, glam found its way back in the mix after relocating to LA. Now back in Charm City, she continues to craft her unique brand of DIY rock. ... more
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