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And tonight
When I looked up from my notebook
There was a scythe in my hand
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'Why this and not that?'
The only question you should ask
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Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up and which is down
Which travels and which is stationary
Which travels to stations and which travels aimlessly
And whether desire can perhaps best be described
As a train running, train running into a tunnel
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Now watch me step
Into the place where you can see me: Look at me
You think that I'm different, but I'm a stagehand
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I want to tell you something. I just want to say: Thank you. I love you
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More real than what we believe is realism
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It's like a teenager would say, like, 'I thought I was different but I'm just like the others.'
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And I felt I crossed paths with a version of me
A concept, you could say, but not she who stayed behind
She who quit everything, music, and identity
Just left a little blood behind and a fever for me to share
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I ran my hands over my body to hush them
I cut my finger nails and cut off their beaks
Is there anything on me that doesn't speak?
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I clutch my phone
With my sweaty palm
In my hand
I clutch my heart
In the coffin for my heart
In my hand
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This is every cigarette my mother ever smoked
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While hare and fox and doe and deer
Are all trying to find her
They're all trying to find her
Let her sketch out her rabbit hole
Her pleasure dome
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There must be some kind of art form
Where I can call my blood
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Like the groove in my finger long after
I take the wedding ring off
It wrote something there, on my finger
And my skin just gave in
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That night, I watched people fucking on my computer
Nobody can see me looking anyway
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I try to write love songs
But my words remain in my hands
And my hands fall to the floor
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Because we have no language to express that it was both
Ravishing, ravishing
Destructive, and most of all, most of all:
Absolutely necessary
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I turn off the lights and dress myself in silver and gold
I go out into the edge of the city
Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning
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Transient
Restless
I'm not there
Or not there yet
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O I need the fire, the rushing of the fire
Release me from the night
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You say I'm free now, that battle is over, and feminism's over and socialism's over
Yeah, I say I can consume what I want now
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Let her sketch out her rabbit hole
Her pleasure dome
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'What's this album about, Jenny?'
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What is soft dick rock? Using the elements of dick to create a softer, toned-down sound
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But in the year of love
I signed a deal with patriarchy