1. |
chalk Girl
03:56
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Is that a cat at the window?
Or a tiny, goblin shadow?
When do you get to play?
Has the rain washed you away?
Her name is Rebecca.
She writes this everyday on the sidewalk.
Pink swirls
Green diamonds
Blue doodles
Games
Secret paths
Chalk girl
Where will these drawings go?
Chalk girl
When will you grow up?
This house was made by you.
Sometimes you surprise me too.
Have you been taught fame?
You're not a docile ghost writer.
Count your brownie points.
Has the rain washed you away,
Rebecca?
Will you write your name today?
Pink swirls
Green diamonds
Blue doodles
Games
Secret paths
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2. |
Flower Lady
04:07
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The flower lady lived down below,
Between the coffee shop and greasy spoon.
Add some flowers to my morning cup o’ Joe!
They greet me with a soft Hello.
One season a machine came
To pluck the flowers
To remove the lady.
Their peaceful glimmers were replaced.
A silver monster bolted in their place.
The victor beamed proud.
I have stolen this precious space!
My heart sunk to my feet, betrayed.
Where did you take her?
Flower Lady
Why do you want to break her?
She’s not your lady!
I travel a new path to avoid the monster.
The station glows white, busy with people.
They walk against plastic and glass
in the only space left.
In the only space
In the only space left
Ads mutate, grow over my head.
But still, I remember her fondly.
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3. |
rbtGrl
02:59
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Built on plastic
Made by this boy
The TV matches my reactive voice
He has a crush on magnetic noise.
Plug me in
To connect to my mind
Click me a message
Light beams from my eyes
My stored response is
You are cute, boy!
He loves this machine.
I am pieced together
Yet my mind falls apart
Mechanical perfection of body
Love Beta 1.0 runs my heart.
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4. |
Revolutionary
05:10
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5. |
snailMan
02:52
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6. |
the Protector
03:23
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Frailty in a dragon robe
Feigns a cross-dresser as an old crone.
She lives in the towering, brittle hotel,
where the bag ladies go.
The protector needs nothing.
Keeping clean, she waits.
Her quiet stares are more than curiosity.
Don't talk about me.
Let's talk about you.
Her past is a mystery
Not an untruth.
Don't talk about me.
Let's talk about you.
Her past is a mystery
None of its true.
Her leather eyes tear pools.
She exhales a wolflike breath.
You have mighty big eyes!
Your teeth shine bright.
Will you be my grandmother?
I sense you'd like to be more.
Hush, little baby don’t say a word.
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7. |
Thought
00:56
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8. |
superHOT
03:23
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I’m sorry Mr. Maker this is nothing you can quell
I’m au naturale. I am losing the shell
Is it just me or is it 900 degrees?
This water sign is boiling and the pressure needs release
Everything is wet without a cloud in the sky
Its nothing you can order
Nothing you can buy
And I finally feel
And I finally feel
Alive and aware of what is really there
5 senses crackling you better be scared
they could make a million dollars if they
bottle what I’ve got
slow, silky, sultry, sexy, SUPERHOT
I’m sorry Mr. Maker paint and plastic gotta go
My circuitry’s organic
Look down below
Its definitely me, I’m melting thru concrete
I’m finally flesh and blood and feeling the heat.
This isn’t diamonds, lace, or fur
It ain’t no magic spell
Its nothing they can sell.
And I finally feel
And I finally feel
Alive and aware of what is really there
5 senses crackling they better be scared
they could make a million dollars if they
bottle what we’ve got
slow, silky, sultry, sexy, SUPERHOT
only you can feel…
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9. |
mrRockstar
03:12
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Don't fall in love
Don't fall in love
Don't fall in love
with Mister Rockstar.
You might think you found your one true love and best friend.
Sorry to say that you're in love with a glossy 8X10.
Soon you'll hear the reasons why he's gotta leave.
He's an artist, he's alone, he's young and must be free!
Mister Rockstar
Out with the boys
His meaningless vows
Prove empty noise.
Mister Rockstar
Adored by his fans
Do you love the star
Or the shallow man?
Strange how he justifies those nasty little quirks.
Pretends to be different than all those other jerks.
When you believe his artsy pose, it means you got the chance
To see his band practice is just a groupie lap dance.
But you can change him, you can save him, you know that he's yours.
You can say that to yourself while he's walking out the door.
Will you still feel the same after your love leaves you to choke
On leftovers of guilt, liquor and smoke.
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10. |
Afterthought
01:40
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11. |
Dolls Like Me
03:07
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Dolls are perfect.
They’re smooth and blemish-free.
Dolls are at peace.
They don’t have to breathe.
Can peace be understood?
Dolls don’t know resistance.
Can death bring peace?
They don’t have reason to think.
Dolls like me
When I don’t think
Dolls like me
When I don’t breathe
An automaton
Emotionless yet
An auto-response
pumps the heart
Am I born into this?
Who has done the programming?
Things define my existence.
I become my identity.
If I was a doll, would worry cease?
Comfort is my goal
But I feel trapped.
But I feel trapped.
But I feel trapped…
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