Taste it on the ground
I will conceive of what’s buried way down
And show it with my hands
As if I just held you to bury the stench
Your house is alive when it’s night
It whispers to me “you’re the punishing type”
I’ve washed my arms, shaved my hair
And found those cruel words exist just in my head
I’m tired of taking comfort in no meaning
Put all of our bodies for sale
I’m tired of feeling what you keep revealing
I ask you to fill this human shell
I’m tired of taking comfort in no meaning
Send all that you’ve given to hell
I know that you’re tired of my weighted feeling
Watch them bloat ’til they can’t stand
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I love what i've Heard! The Vibe Y'Know. Everything by Jim smells like Flowers. Y'know? Just played these first two tracks to the: Chickens, Cows, dog, Ducks and the Hawks. They all loved it. jared kelly
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Intimate and unique. This album plays well with a bottle of Syrah crunched up in your finest pair of headphones with candles lit in a steamy bubble bath. sig
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