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Under the window summer has come to rest
we no longer worship the underworld
under the death of time, time goes by
Tennessee's rainy days 'till we were in New York
Woodstock was three years ago today
The northern star corrupts the light upon the gray
Tuxedo park kept my mess in you all day
(Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it)
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Sometimes I wait all night for your call
but you never call
I think, oh, too myself that you'll fall through
and never wanted to
You tried to play the rules at the game
that you made
I sit in the bathtub and never want to see your face.
You brought me down on low enough
till I was a game
Your claim to fame is sucking souls right from your lovers face.
Satan is waiting for your return to the holy land.
Your horns did make me so glad.
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Weep you no more sad fountains
look how the snowy mountains
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In Darkness Let Me Dwell
05:02
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In darkness let me dwell.
(my music, my music, hellish, hellish, jarring sounds.)
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Wake Up Judy B
06:59
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Wake up Judy B!
Pack all your things into this denim Jansport bag,
we've got a lot of things to see before this car runs out of gas—
it goes too fast, we go too fast—
don't tell me all we have's our past.
We've got those matching winter coats that we still wear.
I've got my webbed toes and you've got your auburn hair,
and all the stories that this time will let us share
if you're willing to.
Wake up on fire. To ash return.
Hold fast to [your] dreams for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird that will never fly.
Hold fast to [your] dreams for if dreams go,
life is a barren field [completely] frozen with the snow.
O soothest sleep! if so it please[s] thee, [then] close
in midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, or wait [for] the "Amen"—
thy poppy throws around my bed.
Save me [this] curious [consciousness] that still lords
turn deftly in the oiled wards and seal the Caskets of my Soul.
Caskets of my Soul.
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Xenu
06:59
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I will not always be here on guard,
the stars twinkle in the Milky Way
and the wind sighs for songs
across the empty fields of a planet
a Galaxy away.
One day a man said "Come with me
and tell the truth.
We'll analyze your brain in two.
We'll analyze your mind."
The room was quiet learning tales of the truth
and take your time watching the ruse
and fantasize. Xenu.
If you want lots of preclears.
If you want lots of the goods.
Let's not pursue what they're after.
Place bets on who they are after.
Eternal regrets washed by morning.
Roll up a dollar, go soaring.
If you want lots of preclears.
If you want lots of the goods.
You will not always be here.
But before you go whisper this
to your sons and their sons:
"the work was free, keep it so."
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Am I just another game?
Things look different now.
I went on that awful plane,
I came home alone now.
By the light of December
you seem different now.
Why do you hear me?
How can you hear me?
Why do you hear me?
How can you hear me?
Under the willow tree
rots poison minds.
I can't go on pleasing you.
Pleasure fades in time.
If we all could play along,
I'm not committing crimes.
By the light of December
you seem different now.
Zombie body. Zombie Body.
(Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it)
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