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Layla's laying like a lily
Lazy in her long veils
While the orchestra swells
technicolor dandelions for eyes
pixelated, syncopated in time
North Portland Is Poorly Lit
All the sensitive aesthetics busking for their cigarettes
Your bus stop enclosures, Your paperback perfume
all the kids after the show under the moon.
First were in the parking lot, then we're down the block it's hot but we don't take our hoodies off.
Limp wrist affixed to forehead theatrics, I'm an addict for dramatics
and my pomegranate tea.
The morphine hits like a symphony.
North Portland Is Poorly Lit
All the sensitive aesthetics busking for their cigarettes
Your bus stop enclosures, Your paperback perfume
all the kids after the show under the moon.
First were in the parking lot, then we're down the block it's hot but we don't take our hoodies off.
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Spooky Roller Disco
02:22
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I like you in a dress and I like you in your trousers
You're my kind of girl, yeah you always brings me flowers
Holes in your jeans I can see your knees underneath
She held a tangerine and asked me what it meant to me
Well, it meant everything
It's a long walk home from the Spooky Roller Disco
You're a sheet with the cut out eyes
I fall back on your eiderdown
I hear xylophones when you shake and rattle your bones
I hear xylophones when you shake it, when you're shaking
Dark sunglasses; she's looking horror show
Passing through the blinds, headlights cross the ceiling
She's made of plasticine, she's the new what's happening
She held a tangerine and asked me what it meant to me
Well, it meant everything
It's a long walk home from the Spooky Roller Disco
You're a sheet with the cut out eyes
I fall back on your eiderdown
I hear xylophones when you shake and rattle your bones
I hear xylophones when you shake it, when you're shaking
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Lots of clever things that I could've said,
Lot's of clever things that I kept to myself instead
Heavy head, full of thoughts, bits of poems tied in sailor's knots
There's a peach stone in the pocket of my raincoat
it reminds me of you
Discarded teabags, remnants of you
Just then I knew, somehow I knew that you'd be the one for me
Just then I knew, somehow I knew that you'd be the one.
mumble grumbler combin for crumbs with the junkies and bums
stumble, stagger, I'd pull out a dagger for you
Just then I knew, somehow I knew that you'd be the one for me
Just then I knew, somehow I knew that you'd be the one.
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