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Hierophant
04:03
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Cat catches bird cuz she has to
Dog eats the trash cuz she wants to
Wind bends the wheat when she’s blowin’
Dirt grows the seeds that you’re sowin’
Horse runs because she is built to
The master whips cuz he’s cruel
Cat cries because she is in heat
Dog eats the trash cuz there’s no meat
And I will listen when you speak about the person you could be
Some dark soul gave you his grey eyes
And kissed his darkness on your mouth—
Take aim at all the ones you love
Your words—you shoot them like a gun
And I will listen when you speak about the person you could be
You think you stand on solid ground
As we float on our continents
Stars burn to make the elements
As you become what you despise
And I will listen when you speak about the person you could be
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Well you think that you know her, doesn’t mean that you do
Just because you can feel it, doesn’t mean that it’s real
You drank from that bottle, could it mean love isn’t true?
A king and a bed and some trouble — why can’t we pretend
I’ve got a mirror held up to your face
Why don’t we obscure it with a bit of disgrace
I’ve got my this potion, it’s bitter and sweet
It turns coal to diamonds, will it make you love me—
She got blonde from a box top, she can bake you a cake
She’s charming and sweet to the lepers
What more could you ask for, what more could you ask for
I’ll throw you to tigers—
Sometimes there’s a sword that sleeps between us—
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Phineas Gaged
02:33
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He laughs and a little bit of light comes in
And it shoots straight out of his eye.
His friends, they hardly recognized him
And after a while they wouldn’t even try.
By all accounts he was deceased
But when he stood up his odds increased—
Memory’s intact, but everything’s changed—
You think things were bad before—
Now you’re Phineas Gaged
You think you’re handy with that spike of yours
But you know it leads to whiskey and whores—
I see it coming for my face
What a fine spring day to be erased—
And written again
This time not caring
Written again
This time angry and mean
Written again
This time swearing
Not sweet anymore
Not innocent
Enraged
Phineas Gaged
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Cactus Man
02:52
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Your love grows in hot houses
You tease pads of needles to blossom
You’re teasing me, too—
Orchids (too Victorian for you)
Mangoes and peppers (boring)
What do you grow here?
The cactus are so thickly spined
Under glass I thought you were mine
Flower voyeur—
What fear makes the flower thrilling?
You leave me these desert fruits—
an empty bed,
skin stinging
& flecked with red.
Flower voyeur—
What do you fear?
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In the Garden
02:56
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In the garden is where you’ll find her
How to get there isn’t easy
Past the box hedge and the roses
Through the thicket where it’s thickest
There’s a fence post by the lilac
It will guide you past the beehives
Full of honey, full of darkness
But don’t stop here—she is somewhere
She says, I’m really behind on all my living
In the meadow there is a car wreck
It is ancient, it’s still on fire
I’ll bet you’re wonderin’ where this is leading
In the chrome you see the driver
She says, I’m really behind on all my living
Then she turns into a cricket
That the child keeps in a glass jar
She won’t sing until you free it
In the garden is where you’ll find her
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Mister Madame Bovary
02:22
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The patient fevers in his unmade bed
Suffers from his running & broken hearted—
His boy-blue eyes turn to weather—
How’s living with the doctor gonna make it better?
A teaspoon of sugar helps the medicine go down—
He suffers from see-through negligee
Suffers from Cadillacs and sailor’s ways
Suffers from blue in the heat of plenty
Suffers from the love of Jesus going away
The doctor recommends a theoretical purge
A quantum-paradoxic-anatomic measure
He languishes in bright-red negligee
His boy-blue heart turns to whether
You don’t need a doctor, you need a nurse!
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little hexes Portland, Oregon
:: Specialty Spells ::
:: love potions *
* car wrecks
jägermeister kiss
* :: cake mixes * *
sirens :: * * ::
* ugly face
:: * :: flower voyeur :: * ::
::: hierophants*::
hot chocolate-tasking tongue~~~
you don't need a doctor,
^^^you need a nurse *
*+++ persephone! * :: *
beehives
box hedges * :: *
wimple-fires^^^
> cactus man <
.. * ::: *
:: * bluebirds
:: suffers from blue in the heat of plenty
... more
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