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Then I'd taken the kiss of seedcake back from his mouth
Going deep South, go down
Took six big wheels and rolled our bodies
Off of Howth Head and into the flesh

He said I was a flower of the mountain
But now I've powers o'er a woman's body

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world.
Stepping out...

To where the water and the earth caress
And the down of a peach says mmh, yes
Do I look for those millionaires
Like a Machiavellian girl would
When I could wear a sunset?

And how we'd wished to live in the sensual world
You don't need words, just one kiss, then another.

Stepping out of the page into the sensual world
Stepping out, off the page, into the sensual world.

And then our arrows of desire rewrite the speech, mmh yes
And then he whispered would I be safe
from mountain flowers?
And at first with the charm around him
He loosened it so if it slipped between my breasts
He'd rescue it
And his spark took life in my hand and
I said mmh, yes
But not yet
Mmh, yes.


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Kate Bush
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Girl

2 min read
From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls
Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes with a message for my heart
She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

And in the doorway
They stay and laugh
As violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away
We'll I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees
Falling down
As the winter takes one more cherry tree
Rushin' rivers thread so thin limitation
Dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue
And the drugstores too safe
In their coats
Anda in their do's
Yeah smother in our hearts
A pillow to my dots
One day maybe, one day
One day she'll be her own

And in the mist there she rides
And castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning
Wondering why
"Sit in the chair and be good now"
And become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And I'm callin' my baby
Callin' my baby
Callin' everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own


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Tori Amos
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29

3 min read
I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York

Just like a motherless son of a bitch
Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I took a train and came up from Carolina
I was looking for something to do
Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

I should've died a hundred thousand times
Teetering stoned off the side of buildings
Nobody loved me and nobody even tried
You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
He leered at my lady and then he touched her face
Thank God she had the money to bail me out
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie just like in the movies
Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
Take me where the morning don't come

I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid
Until one day he wandered off and died
One night I went in the yard and dug him up
And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs

I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car
It seemed like there was always a cop
Coming behind me and following close as they could
Eventually they'd just trail off
Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs
Cry me a river till the morning comes

Bar room boogie just like in the movies
Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
Take me where the morning don't come

I think I died a hundred thousand times
Mixing liquor with mystery pills
Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
Face down out on the riverside
Most of my friends are married and making them babies
To most of them I already died
And whatever it is about you I've always hated
Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
And I'm going going baby I'm gone

So cry me a river to the other side of the morning
To where the morning don't come

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Ryan Adams
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"I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start our own peculiar ways
With good and friendly homes
You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness
Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses
Knows her Chinese ballet
Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
When you show my purple gaze
A thing or two at night
Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that I woud vomit
But I'll do that on mondays I don't have a work way
I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate
I'm humbled in your pretty lense
I'll hold you don't you go

Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know...

Well I'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares?
A trapeze is a bird cage even if it's empty and definitely fits the room
And we would too [...]"

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(Animal Collective)
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Wake up, comb my hair
Making food disappear
Riding bikes, making out
Elephants running down

You and I ran away
Got lost in the eve
Saw the most colourful fireworks

Every time, everyone, everything's full of life
Everyday, everywhere, people are so alive

Get it on, get it on
Fuck it, let's go and live
Get it on, bring it on
Fuck it, break out and be

I see you're colourful
I see you in the trees
I see you're spiritful
You're in the breeze

I see it in your hands
Tree fingers through a bean
I see you in the sand
Roll down the stream



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(Jónsi)
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