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SUPER USELESS
03:23
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Been having dreams about you
painlessly pulling my teeth.
Can't divide the line, it's true,
what is and is not my mind?
The air feels thick in my mouth,
white spit on the front of my shirt,
pill stuck in my windpipe.
Bulldozer in the cemetery,
I want to know what it feels like.
Save my spot,
I bought a plot.
I want it,
I own it.
Maintain personal space,
fall back in the same place,
life plays out.
Experiences don't resolve,
phase in and out of constants,
and constantly lose it.
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BIG WORLD
03:20
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I don't wanna be the world,
I just wanna be that girl.
We walk on like planes,
but we don't feel the same.
And it gets dark, covered in mud;
crush and release the berry's blood.
Like the worlds in my head,
it is beautiful and red.
I don't wanna be in the world,
so I walk drunk on the curb.
I'm still attached to some people,
I want it to be malleable.
It gets dark, covered in mud;
crush and release the berry's blood.
Like the worlds in my head,
it is beautiful and red.
It gets dark, covered in mud;
crush and release the berry's blood.
Feels like I live in a giant dome,
I am beautiful and stoned.
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3. |
IS ONCE
02:25
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And everything that is once was
underwater,
I hardly see the sun.
I am your only oldest daughter,
I guess.
And it was a shock when my thoughts turned into fuzz.
Ideas become like stems in the bud.
And my lungs begin constricting your lungs.
I guess it was too much.
And everything that is once was
a different thing,
if I know anything I am, at least I try to think.
If I think anything I think it all looks the same,
If I think anything I think anything I think will change.
I put my hands inside my pockets for the cash for the train,
but anytime I end up anywhere, it all feels the same.
I don't know where I want to be but I know this ain't the place,
so I walk outside and the heat smacks me in the front of my face,
my mind is screaming and I run myself all over the place.
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4. |
TOY PIANO
02:02
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And it was...and uh...the...top three floors of this building were..completely engulfed in flames. And the fire was...the color of....uh...
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5. |
I WANT MORE
03:30
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I want more than you have,
I want more than you give.
I have no patience with the time that I get.
I want more than you have,
I want more than you give.
I watch the world go 'round,
moving like it's lifeless.
And you were right,
I watched the whole thing unfold in time.
It becomes a shapeless gradation from
dull pain to bright light.
And you were right,
sat through the whole thing, it was alright.
It left me underwhelmed, or overwhelmed.
I can't decide.
I want more than you have,
I want more than you give.
Life's a chore, you're a check,
I want more than you give.
I want more than you have,
I want more than you give.
Liquor store down the street,
I need more than they have.
And you were right,
I watched the whole thing unfold in time.
It becomes a shapeless gradation from
dull pain to bright light.
And you were right,
sat through the whole thing, it was alright.
It left me underwhelmed, or overwhelmed.
I can't decide.
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SENTIMENTAL
02:40
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I wanna go places that I have never been,
and wake up in the morning, leaving lately.
I have no room for the sentimental garbage I keep.
It just weighs and drags me by my shoulders, leaving lately,
leaving later than I have ever left.
Want God to come take me.
God gets here so late, lately.
Not till I'm out of body and bed,
in my head maze.
In my daze.
I wanna be weightless, like I have never been,
and brush off my shoulders like a burden.
I have no ears for the intrusive garbage you speak.
It just weighs and drags me by my conscience,
screaming, "hate me."
Screaming louder than it has ever screamed:
"I have no room for the sentimental garbage I keep."
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7. |
MELT
03:03
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Will you become me?
I'm tired of being.
Will you take my weight, and let it dissipate
in a flash of electricity?
Or I could dissolve it, like sugar in my pocket.
Reach my hand in and then recoil it.
I wish I was like syrup under your flame.
Melt me into a different state.
You take my words, you fuck me up.
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SMALL CHARACTER
01:59
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Happy fever,
deal reefer,
that poison feeling,
always repeating.
I lost my breakfast,
you watch my head spin,
I got my pants pissed,
I bashed my brains in.
A large life spilling,
looks like a long one
a need for being,
I need to have fun.
A small character in my own narrative
searching for a window, where is...there it is
I have found a symbol,
swimming in a wormhole,
driving in a circle,
faces turning purple.
Self, like salt, dissolving,
synthetic vision screaming,
put my feet inside the fire melting.
Hands come disconnected,
breathing in the breath of
sea and sand dissolving into a hole in my chest
I am a small character in my own narrative.
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9. |
VIOLENCE
03:27
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It's what I got
and not what I wanted.
I get so hot,
I can't believe it feels like I'm just getting started.
I believe in violence,
I believe in revenge,
I believe in violence,
I believe in smashing your head in the sidewalk.
I believe in revenge,
I believe in sidewalks,
I know what I have to do to
make sure I live.
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10. |
PROJECTOR EYES
00:43
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And I could project my thoughts.
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11. |
CREATE AND READ MAPS
03:52
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I've been watching the town
repeat itself into the ether.
And I get up around
noon to fry the eggs in the butter.
I guess that we all have our doubts,
mine feel stuck in a blender.
Always walking that route,
a circular reduction of clutter.
And sometimes life's not that hard,
my dog's been taking shits in the same yard.
Wish I knew that trick
where you piss on anything and you own it.
And I've been thinking about
that big fish stuck in the gutter.
And you know how the fuck I felt
when I watched you throw it back in the water...
is wet,
submerge my head.
The well...
is deep.
I drown
everything.
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leor miller's fear of her own desire New Haven, Connecticut
i was lost and then i found myself and now i'm lost again.
new album "eternal bliss now!" out now
on Candlepin Records.
currently in new haven, ct
she/her
millerleor@gmail.com for inquiries
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