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Sister June
02:33
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Place a worm on my tongue and watch it
Bury itself in my flesh.
Maybe I'll start telling the truth –
Dirt and mud pouring out of me.
If I ever kissed you all you would taste would be dirt.
Be the bird that stirs early and rids me
Of this thing.
This poisonous tube that forces me
To be honest.
If I ever kissed you - - - -
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2. |
Shut up and be a Person
03:03
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Whoa. How completely unremarkable.
What was a crash in my head was more like a bump, a slight touch - was I ever even moving?
I forget who you are.
Sometimes I forget myself.
I forget who you are.
Sometimes I forget myself.
Shut up! and be a person.
The negative self-evaluations ever flowing.
I never want to leave the house; sometimes I just want to go.
SHUT UP! and be a person.
The negative self-evaluations over-flowing.
I am what I think I am.
I can't be anything else.
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3. |
Ugly as Hell
02:30
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It comes again to another breakdown.
This God is all I wanted
Discarded by my numbness
Piss blood to prove I'm something
But nothing comes, I'm bloodless
It comes again to another breakdown, baby.
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4. |
Blue
02:25
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There are no clouds in the sky tonight.
I can see nothing.
I can see absolutely nothing
Except stars - but those fade too.
Eventually they fade too.
Eventually they fade too.
My hands are cold.
I lied to you.
My hands are cold.
I lied to you.
My head is cold.
My skin is blue.
And yours is too.
Yours is too.
And yours is too.
And yours is too.
And yours is too.
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5. |
On Our Best Behavior
05:10
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Asleep on the lawn for so long
Wind through the trees making terrible songs
I rip myself off of the ground
I hear blackbirds making the most awful sounds
Vultures are making meals of sparrows
And at me you are slinging your arrows
All things change
And we stay
On our best behavior
Thought we gave
More than blame
But we left the grave's dirt
I'm a target of relative ease
The tips of the feathers are creating a breeze
The point lodged squarely in my skull
Your words are so sharp but our nights are so dull
All things change
And we stay
On our best behavior
Thought we gave
More than blame
But we left the grave's dirt
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6. |
自殺
01:53
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An armless torso flailing
Its phantom limbs
Can't tie the noose it longs for
But tries again
I'm still, my shadow swinging
My voice began
A blemish marks my singing
But we all love you
愛している 自殺
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7. |
Snake Handler
03:21
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You told me snake handlers believed
That the venom they were given
in their hands when bitten was blessed -
Was holy wisdom coursing through their veins.
I wanted to believe that
Because that was something I could understand.
And I can't tell if you made it up or not.
I don't believe that is real -
Don't believe that's real.
So when you tell me,
"I love you. I believe in you. You can do it. I believe in you."
How am I supposed to feel?
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8. |
Don't Do Me Any Favors
04:00
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The most I can hope for is that you punch me so hard that I die
I don't want to be awake for what happens next
Is it so wrong to wish for the end?
Whisper screams through streams of marrow
Kiss your eyes and bite your bare bones
Your hands at my throat and mine at my side
Was it strange for you that I did not resist
What will they think of me when this all goes the way you want it to?
What will they think of me when this all goes your way?
Whisper screams through streams of marrow
Kiss your eyes and bite your bare bones
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9. |
Marrow
03:16
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My bones begin to break
They've grown in slow decay
Alone I know to take
My marrow is aching
Throw stones and hope they wake
The bones I've honed to blades
The moans intoned are fake
My marrow is aching
My love is real but it's not that strong
Wild dogs could in fact keep me
Away from you
Away from you
My fingers led the way
They linger at your waist
We'll sing and shed and taste
What's swollen and throbbing
i mean how am I supposed to reach you without legs?
With blood gushing from my throat?
Gushing from my throat?!
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10. |
And... So?
03:48
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Please
We breathe and bleed in silence
We speak of dreams and dream of sleep
And what we need will find us screaming
The obscene
Now
When we cry keep quiet
We'll try and try to sleep with silence
But while we hide in violets dreaming
We come clean
And so we stay
And so we slowly decay
Soft, in the moss we're waiting
At a loss we're praying blind
On a cross we say we're sated
But we lie
And so we stay
And so we slowly decay
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The Ugly Sister
The Ugly Sister is friendship in music form.
We are:
Ken Masloski (of inmink and The Gall fame)
Sean Harold (of The Mid Season and Glitch Mouth fame).
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The other half of the The Ugly Sister is Ken. Ken is the driving force behind inkmink, an electronic / ambient / hard to define project based wherever Ken currently is.
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