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dreams idea
00:14
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i dreamed you were in my dreams
do you really mind me?
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dreamd
02:06
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i dreamed you were in my dreams
do you really mind me?
i went back to sleep
i felt so dreamy
and i wrote poetry
dreamed that i made paintings
i dreamed you were all a dream
dreamed everybody hated me
“he laughs and he acts as though he’s pleased with himself
but it’s only to fool everyone else”
i dreamed we went to par-ee
i dreamed that you really loved me
i woke up and brushed my teeth
i woke up and went back to sleep
i buried my face in the ground
i saw you walking around
your dreamy small town
the suburbs swampy grey and brown
“he laughs and he acts as though he’s pleased with himself
but sometimes he can only fool himself”
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3. |
waves alone on a boat
00:21
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4. |
i'm not gonna die
01:57
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i’m not scared of the water
rocks in my pockets doesn’t really matter
i live inside a world of cotton-wool
i live inside of everybody’s street lamps
hi my name is franklin cosmos
and i am in love with Ronald
i break my own heart like apples
i drink my love’s blood like Snapple
we come home from our trip to France
he is wearing his new jacket and pants
and if i simply say “the seine”
it'll be most beautiful thing i ever said
so fuck writing music
if you see something it’s yours
i break my own heart
every time we part
i think "he can’t love me anymore"
when you aren’t here
i can’t wait to see Eliza dear
every night in France we drank wine
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5. |
i dont wanna do it
00:54
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i don’t wanna do it
i don’t wanna do it
it’s a waste of my time
i got other things on my mind
i don’t wanna stay here
i just wanna leave here
watching the day go by
what a waste of my time
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6. |
slow summer v2
01:33
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i have a lot of friends
i don’t have any friends
i never see them
slow summer
i can’t get out of bed
my paintings are all bad
when i feel upset
slow summer
why do i feel so undone?
boy are you tough
but boy am i tougher
i buried my heart where it can’t be uncovered
nothing to hate
live in the lake
sleepy mistake
slow summer
why do i feel so undone?
bold summer freeze everyone
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thrilled
01:49
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you’re like a beauty mark on my life
making art in the orange light
of the train station i once died in
suburbs are haunting and our love was secret
your lawn was daunting but i couldn’t keep it
close in my memory do you ever dream of me
we never listened to Supper cause you always loved her
i hated that blue couch
i hated your cold mouth
but if i told you what i need you’d hate me
i’m made of seashell when i don’t feel well
i’m made of fingernails i push mine through your hair
mystery lies in your breast
cause i just forgot your chest
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8. |
flurry v2 [martin]
01:51
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the moon is bright where we got stoned
and i hate you all over again
i threw out another painting today
i don’t think i’ll ever understand
i wouldn’t even have these thoughts
if it weren’t for a single love note
and Gwen my dream rolls on the lawn
naked with her shirt still on
hair in a flurry, 2 and a half valium
yesterday i put on fresh clothes and wept to mom
but i’m good luck today
today i am just fine
i just love my problems and turn beet red while i try
and serge & i fall asleep in the laundry room together
i pet his head and kiss his knees and tell him i’m sorry
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9. |
when
02:27
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i need your dust in my eyes to learn about you
you want me to figure it out myself
you make me crazy and then you make me eggs
we are the sun on their backs
you are my arms
you are my legs
you make me crazy
then you make me eggs
i am the flower in your hair
you are the poppy in my teeth
the second we turn the rest of the road
looks pitch black to everyone
it all comes down to me
and i don’t care about anybody
and in the pitch black
we live inside our radio
i’m asleep and it’s dark and i ate
and no one knows
it all comes down
to me
and i don’t care about anybody else
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10. |
dime
02:55
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some day i’ll tell my daughter eliza
just try to make the same mistakes that i’ve done
they’re pretty fun
but when the fun is over
you get hungover
that’s the moon is not a quarter it’s probably a dime
i mostly sit at home these days and make paintings by myself
when will somebody tell me to stop hating everyone else?
and the ceiling fan slows down and falls fast asleep and
i’m walking home to my lovers house across the street
and i can’t see a thing in the dark and i’m wondering
where’s the dog well he’s home with his hips sprawled out
on the bed and he somehow hits his head
and this is what i said
you’ve got a lot of life to start living
hey mister can i bum one of those things
it was the hottest day casual cocaine
darling theres a gun in the garland
rolling pins on sore legs french toast fried eggs
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tymon
00:32
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sitting in tymon’s attic i
am thinking about god
sitting in tymon’s attic i
realize its actually doug’s
tymon isn’t coming today
tymon isn’t at the cafe
tymon isn’t coming today
cause tymon moved away
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black paint
00:52
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13. |
i love my brother owen
01:47
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I love my brother Owen
though I do not know him
I only dream of you
sometimes Eliza too
it's raining in my head
I cry and eat my bread
my tears are what I spread
on convoluted meals
icicles hanging in caves
have very special names
I love my honey's lungs
I kiss him on the tongue
ronnie & frank holding hands at the bank
undoing what I've done
will not have been much fun
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15. |
slow summer v1
01:03
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16. |
who cares
01:32
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it’s easy to look happy when your heart is broke
put on your biggest clothes mama put on some bigger clothes
don’t scowl at me, it’s not my fault
i’m on your side i’ve been sad for years
‘cause there’s a heart in my heart
and brain on my brain
because my hands are my hands
and babe i’m insane
all my day dreams got rained out
are my lovers real i cannot tell
just pretend you’re fine to the girl in line
i don’t talk to my friends ‘cause i wanna be alone again
and everyone says “what” like it’s nothing
when your heart is in something
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17. |
wine in love
01:08
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smoking pot with dad around
daddy thinks I am profound
go back to the river
bad reaction to the future
when lovers die
that's why
you taste like coffee and you smell like pot
I can't tell the difference anymore thanks a lot
i'm not who you think I am
yes you are
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Frankie Cosmos New York, New York
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