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Status: In a Relationship
City: Boston
State: Massachusetts
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/29/2004

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Thursday, June 26, 2008 
FRIENDS WITH BOTH ARMS

Brace
When I swallow swords
You know everyone I do
You said so
And I don't hear
That the future's automatic
But you chase it with knives
And you lined it up right son, you did son
You did great

Play it safe
Because I have friends with both arms
But don't name this
Because it sounds fine the way it is
In C.A.
I broke stride
When 100 feet filled the yards
They looked ugly and they stood silent, silent

I don't hear
That the future's automatic
So I walked back
And counted each time my foot hit the ground.






I'LL SLEEP TO PROTECT YOU

We can do tricks at the top of the hour
We're making new plans
And we're breaking the first ones

Over the boat
And into the water
I'll never never never ever think of myself as your daughter

And I have had
Such a wonderful time
The farmer in the field with his foot on a land mine
What a surprise
You would probably bet
Up to my neck but I didn't get wet.

Car in the driveway, children are fed
I wish you we're home, you wish I was dead.
Car in the driveway, children are fed
I wish you we're home, you wish I was dead.

NATALIE'S NUMBERS

Oh, Natalie
The captured wife
Every number is a sign of life
So she's watching as I hit my stride
Violent and wide
Natalie's numbers are comforts I hide

She said that all of this would pass
That ways of living are a second math
All's quiet as she takes her aim
But the weapons have changed
And Natalie's numbers are all that remain

Those places that I know the best
Save the breath that whistles in my chest
And the edges of a new design
Spin in my mind
With Natalie's numbers
And letters I find

Say her name again and let it rest
It will be there when you need it next
So I throw my noises to the street
So Natalie sees
This wave of distraction
that's growing in me.

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

At first high speeds
A new mind came to me
Then I saw first light
The best guest to invite

All of my children were born with opinions
Leaving their mothers behind
All of my witnesses hung in the arches
For the same crime
The same crime

From two high trees
We hung in effigy
Jump in, sharp sword
Swing it, cut the cord

All of my children hold sticks to their faces
Braking them one at a time
All of my distances holding me open
For the same crime
The same crime

Famous, famous
Last words were kind to you
Famous, famous
Take the window, not the view

THE WINNER'S DAUGHTER

The winner's daughter
Asked to stay around
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth
And my find means nothing to me now
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth

She went out back
To make a late arrest
But before she left I would never need medicine

Mixing what breaks with what doesn't
Made the land a wreck.
But before she left I would never need medicine.

SURRA

You put him right dead center
With the candy-flavored leaves
Where the red ropes run high
Between the seams
Alright alright alright
Alright alright alright
The fortune 500 put him here tonight
So the rape machine
And the basement queens
Can sit around talkin
'bout the good things comin

You always picked him up
Even when he fucked you
You'd pick him up
Even as they wait in opposition
You could do it once
And do it right
With figure-eight focus
From a safe height
But don't hide it here
Don't hide it here
You know he'll never need it

And the passengers all look silly
Leaving their beds unmade
You are the holy son
Of a 50 foot parade.

ARCHERS

You can live off the smell of it
For your heart and mine
Don't move when they take aim
Get used to it

For it's hung and the archers see it first
When they peak out the cracks
For a fast start
For a fast start

Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me

So the first in command
Lost one on his father's side
Relieve him
Relieve him

But then I got locked up
In three different ways
But none of them won me
None of them won me

Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me back
Don't cheat me

You're dead for a joke
Tall men take their rest
They sleep on their own time

THE MEDICAL MIND

Your desperate children
Put in an animal grip
I can still see the marks that you made
When you steadied the ship
And I'd see them out of those clutches
If I could assist
Oh doctor, sweet doctor
The medical mind isn't one that exists

Watch me float slowly
But see it outside of the law
Wash me with the words
That can open the mannequin's jaw
You're dead from the minute you wonder
if you will be missed
Oh doctor, sweet doctor
The medical mind isn't one that exists

Two steps off those glowing signs
That say I'm losing and I'm cheap
And I'm amazed at nothing
And that's a reason to be alone

So nice to look at
Now that the rider's been tossed
You can see it with the same mind
That everyone told you you've lost
I need a couple reminders of the hero I was
You may not remember
But at least you could listen to someone who does.

INDICATOR, INDICATOR

Crowds of buzzing birds and me
To crumble at the feet of what I see
Thinking faster than your car
We fall to see how high we really are

And call me innocent
Cause I'm still without a name
We're handing out miracles
And we're diggin up the dead
We're handing out miracles
And we're diggin up the dead

And we're jumping over buildings now
We're Jumping over buildings now

Don't you dare look now
There's a teenager on the prowl
And I'd scream if I knew how
Don't you dare look now
There's a teenager on the prowl
And I'd scream if I knew how

And call me innocent
Cause I'm still without a name
We're handing out miracles
And we're diggin up the dead
We're handing out miracles
And we're diggin up the dead

With these razor sharp instruments
Raping every womb
We knock out the sun
And race to find a new one
And we're handing out miracles
And digging up the dead.
MASON PROPER

 
i surprised myself at how many of these i knew already. i fucking love your album.

 
Posted by MASON PROPER on Monday, June 30, 2008 - 11:36 PM
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