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A song I wrote that is partially on soundcloud as a demo

Song lyrics Key of Cm

Intro— Light arpeggio jaguar guitar sound

“Circles longing

droning cowgirls

lifers chain-dragging”

Verse 2 or chorus

drag—dreams

through screens

scream loud

be proud

hemispheres

dream’s thin veneer

cellulose windowpane

strips -melt

lurid luscious largess

dictate your dreams (to me)

pile of troubles

arranged into rows,

tricks you didn’t know

you knew

flows

[bridge]

screen doors on spaceships

(never knew you, thought I knew you, never knew you)

Chorus

Salamander Girl

(mujahideen mujahideen)

borrowed spears

on borrowed time

Mujahideen, be my feral queen

dark circles ‘round your rims

curves flecked with cave-water

She threw me sticky ropes,

gummy

I slipped

(Snap that whip Jr.)

(Silty clay lipstick, ancient cave-water)

[Bridge ]

Verse 3

Pharoah

Lady

child-bearing hips

Chaotic, glittering Neck-lace, gossamer rhododendron run from my eyes

disguise

micro—wrench

weight of old fucks

Glitter-thrift

L’Dor v Dor.

(spoke baubles glisten, gristle grimace grit teeth)

Animal guts

low yellow cabs

Slip my strength, inertia, move organs

protect core muscles

tickle ribs, guts, liver

un-do societal damage

with strong hands

and deep tissues

Verse 4

Banned lists burning.burning

Dickless multiverses

joint.seams.are.visible

(floor joists floor joists)

[CHORUS]

(Every generation of children corrupted

every generation of children saved)

Verse 5

(“le dor va dor, le dor va dor,

ledor vador, ledor vador))

Fucking fuck

Imitation makes it real

(Flattery)

(BRDGE, MONOLOGUE)

no one on tv can do it right

no one on phones can do it right

only you,

buttface

angels make you seem shallow

but you’re still my seraph!

only real,

i feel that

pixels aren’t perfect.

Glorified closets; cannabuddies,

Colourful intoxicants in swirling jars

[CHORUS]

Salamander girl!

precious gems flow from her mouth

she spits into my ears

eagerly i drop them all

[crystalline.entity

describe.me.your.robot]

Verse 5

“thunk and plod, blitzkrieg

[tensions.mist.like.static.thunderclouds

in.my.head]

[Bridge MONOLGUE]

“clench.your.knees”

(muskysmellbabyhot)

(hard to) read your book

(hard to) catch your eye

(hard to) pitter patter

(always have to) lie

[seize + plunge] noballs.

look

when finishing a line

eyes flick up and catch mine

entwine

don’t drive (red car)

little kids speak like adults

and I walk down tracks

solving problems,

laying down bad seeds.”

Bridge

“Manishevitz,

sweet sex,

grammar lessons

Sex

grammar lessons.

inkstains

telecasters like scepters,

hair glued to sideburns

Scan my face topography,

Electron wave”

[Take a raw experience

pulp it

use a beautiful machine you crafted out of the air in your head

to illustrate it for your friends

don’t let lamers hold you down

cray cray feel feel fay fay.]

FADEOUT

(Self-reflexivity is passionless,

charmless and boring.
Affect charm

disarm

pixie dust)

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