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Will you stay past closing time? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you wait for Caroline? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you give a damn for her? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will she live like she deserves? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you bring her to meet your friends? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will she sing and shake and bend? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you give her love and food? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you suffocate her soon? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will you place your hands like so? — Like so, my love? Like so?
Will she lose her vision, though? — I’m afraid, that too will go.
Will you falter? Would you care? — Of course, my love. Of course.
Will she die buried in there? — I’m afraid, my love, Of course…
Of course, my love. Of course.
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Kublai Khan
04:41
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We see you have built a pleasure dome on a hill
We’ve come to document your accomplishments and good will
We bring you our literary sense and our finest gifts
We’ll enter your ice caves and tell the tales to our kids
Nothing will silence us
Nothing will blindfold us
Art cannot end us
Soon in the ground there appears a mighty rift
The void it exposes threatens to burn our gifts
With swift and deafening half-intermitted bursts
The chasm shoots forth what may kill us all, or worse…
The stones that will silence us
The darkness that blindfolds us
The fear that will end us
Kublai Khan, show yourself to me!
If I beat my chest, surely I will see
The opulence, the rivers that can speak—
The damsels with their dulcimers and blue beads
Surely, I can build dreams,
Plant vast, golden prairies, breathe new life into ancient history
Surely, I’ll fill blue streams,
Kublai Khan, if you just show yourself to me
Receding from your stately pleasure dome on the hill
Ten miles out to sea, the outlines of ice caves chill my blood
To just above freezing; oh, if only I could revive
The damsel’s song, delicate, ephemeral; it’s trapped our minds
We fear that it’s silenced us
We see that it’s blindfolded us
Our theft, our art—will end us
Take heed; believe us
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Checking a few times an hour to make sure there’s the right blend of tonic in your gin
Checking the meter to read if a sleeper is hiding inside of my skin
Boiling a few cups of water to make sure there are no little creatures inside
Charging your phone; if it reaches much lower than twenty percent, you’ll be tied
Tied (x3)
Hand over hand to your present
Hand over hand of your friend’s
Hands at ten and two through vast and soon-forgotten land
Then hand in your specs, young man.
Hope you don’t notice that I’ve become sickly and suffer from shoddy upkeep
I’ll just need a day to recover; I’ll come back much stronger; I only need sleep
I’ll watch from the window and feel the blood rushing to fix me, but trust me, I’ve tried
Raking red leaves; if they reach the stone wall, you’ll be all out of space! You’ll be tied
Tied (x5)
Hand over hand to your future
Hand over hand to your land
OH, excellent news! Hand over all your pity-pilfered pride,
Or hand in your gloves, tough guy
Hand over hand, you’ll proceed now
Hand over hand over hand
Hand! Over hand! Over hand! Over hand! (ad nauseam)
HAND OVER, MAN! OVERHAND! OVER!
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River, Run!
04:18
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I can see that you’ve been sleeping
Sorry, dear—I’ll get out of your hair—
But when you wake, please come and find me
I’ll be right here—I’m the worm in your ear
Among these boxes, the air is toxic
Sorry, dear—we’ll go where it’s clear—
While you are sleeping, please try to see me
Downstream from your room—I’ll be expecting you soon
The river is fraught with branches and rocks
It flows where we cannot see
Come! Build a raft with me!
I can feel your hesitation
Climb on, my dear—I promise I’ll steer—
But if you could, come try and join me—
The rudders and oars—and helm—are all yours
The river is wide and speckled with white
It crashes and spins and seethes
Come! Ride it blind with me!
I’ve heard it runs down beyond populous towns
To a delta of thick brackish marsh
Come, before the sunlight gets harsh!
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Way Down
04:57
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No one will find us here
We are extremely alone
Wreckage scattered all across the stones
No one will think to look
We can take off our clothes
Dip beneath the surface to the throes
Stay down
Stay down
Way down
No one will hear you gasp and gurgle
Your thrashing won’t make a lasting murmur
Your only audience is whatever lives underground
Stay down
Stay down
Way down
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Rest (She Will)
03:36
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Will you bear this pall with me? — I will, my friend. I will
Will we fall down to our knees? — I’m sure, my friend, we will.
Let’s sing the songs she loved — We will, my friend. We will
I want all those tears expunged — Let them cry, my friend. They need this.
Try and make the best of this — I will, my friend. I will
It’s really nothing time can’t fix — And heal, my friend, I will
Thomas! Give her one last kiss! — And feel, my friend. Just feel
Before the casket’s all but sealed — And seal, my friend, it will
Will she sleep beneath the earth — Perfectly still and free from harm
Among the roots beneath new birth? — She’ll rot, my friend, but she’ll be warm
Perhaps she’ll rest above the hearth — Or on a lonely windowsill—
I’d rather not take the choice to heart — So long as she’s allowed to lie still.
She will, my friend. She will
She will, my friend. She will
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Queen Cabbage New York, New York
Originating in late 2017 at SUNY Purchase, Queen Cabbage is a folky art rock band dedicated to synthesizing silliness, seriousness, life, death, the beautiful, and the grotesque into earnest, powerful, emotionally immediate music for eager feet to dance and stumble to, for thoughtful hearts to beat and break to, and—most importantly—for authority figures to disapprove of. Queens ~~ Welcome! ... more
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