|
1. |
|
|
|
|
I don't care how you got in here
With this jar full of fireflies
Just let me crush and smear
Their glowing asses
Across your mouth
And when I turn out this light
I only want to see your face
Coming closer
To kiss me
Until the smell of this
Makes us sick
|
|
2. |
|
|
|
|
Somewhere inside this broken
Plaything hides disease
And waits
Wrapped in a cold blur
While I
Make-believe she shows me things that
Breathe
You smile when I
Make that
Sound
And turn out the lights when I
Speak aloud
You say that you don't do well in
Crowds
Can't we forget our names
While we're allowed?
Her memory sleeps in a garden inside
A closet filled with
Flies
Feed to me your pills and letters
But I
Only hear you when you speak to me
Through white light
Breed with me under ice
|
|
3. |
|
|
|
|
I think of you
in the furthest places where
light and your breath
feel like something I know I lost
as a child
when I was there
cold-burning thieves drink the sun
and eat concrete
from our hands
umbrellas cover the world
and we sleep
in the rain
"Don't follow them into the place that melts away...
I cannot go with you...
I cannot go with you
This isn't home but it's where I really want to
Be..."
Detach me
Detach me
Detach me
From my
Head
Replace me
Replace me
Replace me
With someone else
I don't belong here now
I don't belong here now
I've crawled through
Myself and out
And I don't belong here
Now
|
|
4. |
|
|
|
|
5. |
|
|
|
|
I bathe my mind in the forgotten lives
Of haunted names
Because your secrets sleep deep
In your open mouth
Where Parasites dream
Ashamed and bulimic
Candied laughter crawls
Through the stains that you leave
And feed the ghosts in my sheets
Another family called
And sent here to hush me
I could never sing well in pairs
And I know it shouldn't touch me
To be tethered to musical chairs
And you were sent here to hush me
I could never sleep well in pairs
And I know it shouldn't touch me
To be tethered to musical chairs
|
|
6. |
|
|
|
|
I finally felt like I had found something
Outside of my own mind
With real lips
And real eyes
That spoke real words
And listened to mine
And I adored you
Like I adored nothing else
Because you made me feel
How I wanted to feel
Don't kiss me now
|
|
7. |
|
|
|
|
I promise to build you a machine
To stitch the sky back
Into
One piece
Before tonight
Please play with dead thoughts and memories
Because I'm tired of
Being safe
In my mind
So who am I
Who am I
So goodbye
Goodbye
Everyone
Goodbye
Goodbye
There are no keys left to
Stab my secrets with
In my mind
And if you
Find a grave
Made for objects
In a place where
No one takes them home
It's alright
Goodbye
Goodbye
Everyone
Goodbye
Goodbye
There are no keys left to
Stab my secrets with
In my mind
And if you
Find a grave
Made for objects
In a place where
No one takes them home
I will help you
Figure it out
And write a history
For dead animals
In pink scarves
|
|
8. |
|
|
|
|
A maimed home "Who lives there?"
I think no one Or maybe me My Dear
And weeds Some Say, "thank you"
A womb and and eye open, shut
My cancer craves debut
Whores gloved nurse orphans
Veiled in feathers
And when we laugh We laugh together
Tightrope binds hope Life steeped in waste
With every climb, I fall
My heart beats Erased
And if I'm drawn this way Then I'm drawn this way
Applause like sparks Choking in the dark
Her face Shown And disappeared
A pink no one Or maybe me
My Dear
And dreams Some
Stay past due
A womb and an eye open, shut
My cancer craves debut
|
|
9. |
|
|
|
|
Everyone is born inside of photo-booths here
With stolen names
And birthdays
That make no sense
They have to be told to
Feel what they feel
These manufactured missing children
Are really here
And they're innocent
They're innocent
And not innocent at all
A yellowed man in a wheelchair
Won't let me sleep
Laminated scrambled eggs
Are all that we'll eat
This is why I go
Inside myself
And I'm innocent
I'm innocent
And not innocent at all
There is nothing left to see here
There is nothing left to see
Nothing isn't ever wrong with me
|
|
10. |
|
|
|
|
11. |
|
|
|
|
A room With needs
Tight breathing walls and near
My life within and without
An animal breathes
In dust, In fear
A calculated loss of leaves and years
Halls of meat and light
And feral, teething saints
And coiling lovers
Chaste raped one
Removed white seeds
Phantom winter sounds
From here
Polaroid papercuts
Skin peeling Clear
An animal breeds
In dust In fear
A calculated loss of leaves and tears
|
|
12. |
|
|
|
|
The taste of rain
In an open wound
Why should I still want your skin
When mine is as soft as hers
Starving whores
Breastfeeding men
Swallowing their voices
This is where mimes come
To say goodbye
This is where mimes come
To die
Facedown in the snow
And broken ice
I removed my mind
So that I could always
Always
Be wrong
I'll always be wrong
I'll always be alone
|
|
13. |
|
|
|
|
I don't know why I do this every year
I should have learned by now that there is no one in this
World that I should be with
But I want someone
To kiss me
And hold me
And let me taste their skin
And tell me funny stories about the
Stupid things they did
But
I'm not smart enough
And I'm not handsome enough
And I'm not into resting
Enough
To keep anyone
Next to me
In the mornings I
Wake up first
To pretend that life
Won't
Get in the way
But I
Know that you are beautiful
And there is no reason
Why you should stay
Because I am so fucking stupid
And I am someone who is afraid
To be left
By myself
And I do expect you
And I don't blame you
And I do expect you
To be leaving me
On my own
Love doesn't exist in me
I don't trust
Anything but puppets
And my secret place
This is why I always speak so vaguely
And none of my songs ever make
Any sense
I'm not smart enough
And I'm not handsome enough
And I'm not interesting enough
To keep anyone next to me
|
|
14. |
|
|
|
|
I will find a book I penned between lives blank
Where all of these towns and choices end
Freight for annulled ships
Discreet lives claimed
A shared vacancy required
No recall of what harm brought bleaching time
When I buried these flies
These flies
Know that all of what arms sought reaching mine
Are forgotten by
Design
|
|
15. |
|
|
|
|
If anyone stops to feed them
They will know that we chose to go without
And I just don't care to choose
Taste footprints on filthy ceilings
In a house that we know that we can live without
Did I make this safe to do
Erase my lies so that heaven is all that you'll hear
While I waste my life
Eating my shadow
And this goes for all of you
And I do see all of you
Still in my life
|
|
16. |
|
|
|
|
A sleeping centipede presence
Chemically now
Appears atoned, bereft and alone allied
To deprive the lust of
A cannibal midwife
Penned ivory crossed ignites
Found in knots
Like tails on kites
An inheritance of loss from leeches to guide my heart
Time
Pairing glans pry and ache
Life seething there
A birth like births allowed
In you
Things that carry on
Amended clean with heat and bridal bands
Your tongue still sweet vacates, arrives
Monotone
But happier untied
|
|
17. |
|
|
|
|
A growing chorus of spores
Like shedding skin pried from the numb and
In them pain and clinical routines and scars
Hour hands slice open people then
Leave them bright, shy hopes for sequels and
Rows of leaders need our meat for their
Broken little drum
Force feed more than life could
My collection of dry eyes should
See through petaled nights of loss that share
A home inside of my heart
There unsetlled like every place I haunt
And you're building more
Force feed more than life could my collection of dry eyes should
See through petaled nights of loss that share
A home inside of my heart
Written in pencil like everything I want
And I'm erasing doors
|
Compilation album of select, remastered tracks taken from Feeding Fingers' first five studio albums. A celebration of ten years of Feeding Fingers.