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1 Pete sets off the alarm as he walks in the doors Tells me his new heart must be talking to the machines He talks like Jimmy Stewart was from Boston All elbows While I am bruised ribs Vera sounds like an airplane concession cart With all the right liquor Her faded blue walker Drowns out her sighs Maybe it’s her knees I am not sure 2 Before our bodies blend And I am part appliance I want to love your sound If your navel were a **** I might turn your soft belly Into a music box So I could listen to your heart Through your ribcage After I bury my head there Put me to sleep with your Human sound I want to hear the rust in your hips With my head on your lap The sweet sound of our lively decay There is no better music It is simple Like my name You can still say it while being punched In the gut You breathless barbarian Just dance with me Until it is all that we have To know we’re still human Dance like flames Without the fear of swelling joints Dance like waves trying to break the boardwalk Dance for your future fake hips Just dance 3 We link arms as we walk Even through your jacket I can tell how soft you are I want to tell you about our footsteps How when we are old And we both have canes When walking down hallways with linoleum floors I know we will sound like the saddest horse So I tell you that I will still love you Even after our bodies are made into glue You know me well enough by now That this is just me being sweet I kiss you goodbye Listen to your car’s engine hum It is so quiet You might actually hear me sigh When the sound of you driving away Sounds like the horsepower of one sad horse On his last three legs Like One sad old lady Even if we’re just friends by then I won’t forget The sweet music of our decay
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
We Are the Sweetest Music
1 Pete sets off the alarm as he walks in the doors Tells me his new heart must be talking to the machines He talks like Jimmy Stewart was from Boston All elbows While I am bruised ribs Vera sounds like an airplane concession cart With all the right liquor Her faded blue walker Drowns out her sighs Maybe it’s her knees I am not sure 2 Before our bodies blend And I am part appliance I want to love your sound If your navel were a **** I might turn your soft belly Into a music box So I could listen to your heart Through your ribcage After I bury my head there Put me to sleep with your Human sound I want to hear the rust in your hips With my head on your lap The sweet sound of our lively decay There is no better music It is simple Like my name You can still say it while being punched In the gut You breathless barbarian Just dance with me Until it is all that we have To know we’re still human Dance like flames Without the fear of swelling joints Dance like waves trying to break the boardwalk Dance for your future fake hips Just dance 3 We link arms as we walk Even through your jacket I can tell how soft you are I want to tell you about our footsteps How when we are old And we both have canes When walking down hallways with linoleum floors I know we will sound like the saddest horse So I tell you that I will still love you Even after our bodies are made into glue You know me well enough by now That this is just me being sweet I kiss you goodbye Listen to your car’s engine hum It is so quiet You might actually hear me sigh When the sound of you driving away Sounds like the horsepower of one sad horse On his last three legs Like One sad old lady Even if we’re just friends by then I won’t forget The sweet music of our decay
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
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