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Rootless
03:17
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I GOT A FIST FULL OF DIRT
WHEN I BENT DOWN TO PICK UP ROOTS
THERE'S NOTHING UNDERNEATH ME NOW
BUT SUBWAY CARS AND BEAT UP BOOTS
THE INTRAVENOUS DIET COKE
RUNS WITH SCISSORS THROUGH MY VEINS
THERE'S NOTHING UNDERNEATH MY SKIN
BUT TIN FOIL BONES AND PLASTIC BRAINS
AND I'M WEARING
FINGERLESS GLOVES AND THEY DON'T KEEP ME WARM
AND I'M BEARING
FRUIT ON THE VINE FRUITLESSLY
AND I WON'T SHOW
MY COLORLESS EYES AND MY FEATURELESS FORM
AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WATER A ROOTLESS TREE
I'M SO THIRSTY TO BE DRY
I'M OVERFLOWING IN THIS DROUGHT
THERE'S NOTHING IN MY FRAME OF MIND
SINCE I TOOK THE PICTURE OUT
AND I'M WEARING
FINGERLESS GLOVES AND THEY DON'T KEEP ME WARM
AND I'M BEARING
FRUIT ON THE VINE FRUITLESSLY
AND I WON'T SHOW
MY COLORLESS EYES AND MY FEATURELESS FORM
AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WATER A ROOTLESS TREE
AND I'M SHAKING
FROM ROOTING MYSELF TO THE SPOT FOR SO LONG
AND I'M BREAKING
EMERGENCY GLASS IN MY MIND
NOW I'M BOOTLESS
SOLE-LESS AND SOCK-LESS AND RECKLESS AND WRONG
AND I'M ROOTLESS, AND I THINK THAT I'D RATHER BE BLIND
I THINK THAT I'D RATHER BE BLIND
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Electric Blanket
03:30
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WHEN YOU ARE SLEEPING
YOU GIVE OFF WHITE HEAT
YOU'RE OFF THE ROADMAP
YOU'RE ON THE DOWNBEAT
YOU BLEW THE FUSES
FOR EVERY LIGHT ON THE BLOCK
AND YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
I WILL WRAP MYSELF IN YOU
AND WAIT FOR THE SHOCK
AND WHEN YOU'RE WAKING
THE BEDSPRINGS RUMBLE
YOUR FACE COULD MAKE AN
EMPIRE CRUMBLE
YOUR EYELIDS FLUTTER
AND SOMEWHERE IT CAUSES A STORM
AND YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
I'LL BE TIED UP IN BARE WIRE
TO KEEP MYSELF WARM
OH, MAYBE ONE OF THESE DAYS
IT'S GONNA BE TOO EASY TO LET YOU GO
THERE'LL BE TOO MUCH STATIC AND THE AIR'LL BE DRY
OH MAYBE ONE OF THESE DAYS
IT'S GONNA BE TOO HARD TO TELL
IF I'M OVER IT OR I'M OVERCHARGED
OR OUT OF MY MY MY MY MY
MY GUT KNOWS ONE WORD
AND THAT WORD'S "HUNGRY"
MY BRAIN IS NERVOUS
ELECTRICITY
THE BELL IS RINGING
AND IT'S ROUND TWELVE OF THE FIGHT
AND YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
YOU FEEL LIKE AN ELECTRIC BLANKET
JUST ONE JOLT OF YOU AND I
GO OUT LIKE A LIGHT
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Porch Light
03:30
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YOU DREW ME ONCE WITH SCRIBBLES IN MY BRAIN
WHEN I WAS NOTHING BUT A FACELESS STICK MAN TRYING TO PASS FOR SANE
HIDING IN DOORWAYS LIKE A CAT CAUGHT IN THE RAIN
SO I SING OH-OH
IT'S A LONG WALK BACK FROM THE PRECIPICE
LOOKING ANYWHERE BUT DOWN YOU'D BE SURPRISED THE THINGS YOU MISS
WHO'D EVER THOUGHT IT WOULD COME TO THIS
SO I SING OH-OH
STILL I KNOW YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR PORCH LIGHT ON
WHEN I'M WANDERING, AND I'M ALWAYS WANDERING
WHEREVER I GO I'LL NEVER BE GONE
'CAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR PORCH LIGHT ON
YOU AND I ARE PERCHED ON A NARROW WIRE
OUR FINGERS VIBRATE WITH VOCATION AND OUR WARDROBES ARE ON FIRE
AND I DON'T KNOW IF WE'RE EVER GONNA TIRE
STILL I KNOW YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR PORCH LIGHT ON
WHEN I'M WANDERING, AND I'M ALWAYS WANDERING
WHEREVER I GO I'LL NEVER BE GONE
'CAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR PORCH LIGHT ON
I KNOW YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR PORCH LIGHT
OH-OH
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Scalpel
03:41
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THERE WAS A MAN KILLED A GIRL WITH A KNIFE
THEY SAID SO LAST NIGHT ON TV
SHE LOOKED A LOT LIKE A LITTLE LIKE YOU
AND HE LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE NOTHING LIKE ME
IF I HAD A SCALPEL I'D GIVE IT TO YOU
YOU'D OPEN ME UP LIKE A NOTE
'CAUSE I FEEL HIS FINGERS INSIDE OF MY NECK
AS HE TRIES TO CLAW HIS WAY OUT OF MY THROAT
YOU CAN SPLIT SECONDS IN TWO WITH YOUR BLADE
YOU SHOCK BUT YOU NEVER SURPRISE
YOU DIP YOUR FINGERTIPS INTO MY BRAIN
AND TWIST UP THE NERVES IN THE BACK OF MY EYES
BUT DON'T PUT ME UNDER, DON'T GIVE ME A SHOT
WHEN YOU LAY ME DOWN ON YOUR TABLE
I WANT TO WATCH AS YOU PUT ON YOUR MASK
AND LOOK IN YOUR EYES JUST AS LONG AS I'M ABLE
WELL IT'S MAY BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT'S APRIL OR MARCH
AND IT'S ONLY GOING TO GET COLDER
SO MAKE SURE YOUR SCALPEL IS CLOSE IF YOU CATCH
A GLIMPSE OF A MAN LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER
YOU HAVE PRESCRIBED ME THE BITTEREST PILL
THAT I'VE EVER SWALLOWED IN MY LIFE
BUT IF WE TWO EVER MEET BY THE WAY
I PRAY THAT I MAY BE ONCE AGAIN UNDER YOUR KNIFE
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Galatea (Poor Man)
03:46
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HELLO IN THERE
THERE'S NO NEED TO HIDE
I SEE YOU INSIDE OF THE MARBLE
I HEAR YOUR VOICE
DEEP IN THE BLOCK
THE SURFACE IS COOL
BUT YOUR SKIN IS HOT
NOW I KNOW JUST WHAT I'LL DO
I'LL PICK UP MY CHISEL AND FIND MY WAY TO YOU
OH GALATEA WON'T YOU COME ALIVE
OH GALATEA WON'T YOU COME ALIVE
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
I SEE YOUR FACE
START TO EMERGE
AS I FORM THE SHAPE OF YOUR BODY
I WORK ALL NIGHT
TO PEEL BACK THE STONE
YOUR EYES COOL AND DISTANT
YOUR SKIN PALE AS BONE
NOW I LOVE WHAT I SEE
AND NOW GALATEA IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE
OH GALATEA WON'T YOU COME ALIVE
OH GALATEA WON'T YOU COME ALIVE
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
SOMETHING'S WRONG
WHY DON'T YOU MOVE
WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME
NOW I'LL DO WHAT I MUST
I'LL PICK UP MY CHISEL AND I'LL GRIND YOU INTO DUST
OH GALATEA WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
OH GALATEA WHERE HAVE YOU GONE
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
I AM A POOR MAN
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Dan Rider New York, New York
Dan Rider (n) : 1. New York-based folk singer & songwriter 2. Bluegrass guitarist and mandolinist 3. Gender-adjacent skirt enthusiast. 4. Secretly four cats on each others' shoulders disguised as a person. Shh don't tell.
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