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Porchlight Tragical

by Emily Rose

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1.
Cellophane 03:35
The night wears the sky like a leather coat Hooligans hide in her pockets Society swallows a sedative Afraid of their dreams Rhythm gives lovers a purpose While being reduced to a slave of the tongue Dying a little synchronically A futile attempt to stay young We are all bankrupt and on the bench Bathing in feces, denying the stench Buying the box, just for the cellophane Blue pages, bird cages, bowling pins By-products of discipline When love comes to tickle your forehead Thoughts melt like snow We're far from the fire But primal patterns hard wired Shedding the fur of our ancestors took us so long We are all bankrupt and on the bench Bathing in feces, denying the stench Buying the box, just for the cellophane
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I met a man who said he was too many years old Keeps a bullet in his pocket but the shell on his tongue Cause he lost his sailboat to the sea So I put my pleasure seeking pants in the hamper again And I took myself to the library took about an hour and a half to read a paragraph Cause I lost my sailboat To the Sea I can't tell the difference between lonely and alone I'm real good at making love but I'm bad at letting love make me a home Make me a home The word consumed the meaning till the meaning lost it's root and set a fire to each letter casting down a laundry shoot I'm not a bread making, joy faking, seedless fruit Maybe an average monkey in a human suit I'll fucking shoot all the clocks in this house I'll fucking smash all the mirrors on your property I'm just here for the party I'm not her to make you believe In something I can't even see I can't tell the difference between lonely and alone I'm real good at making love but I'm bad at letting love make me a home Make me a home
3.
Mousetrap 03:46
When you were born you were given a number And a big fat lie When you were up you were given a downer When you were down you were told not to cry Can't you see They made you sick So you would buy their medicine Believe me, they'll keep you sick Till they suck you dry When you came down with imagination You were gassed with the masses and handed a magazine Cause this is what a woman should look like A tiny tinkerbell jumping on a trampoline And this is how much a man should pay His heartbeat, to keep his enemies away And this is how much a man will never earn Enough to cover up the world's concerns You're living in a well decorated mousetrap Your living room is a prison cell In which the waves from your t.v. keep you alive the ant farm can't seem to kill themselves at least somebody here plans to survive Can't you see if you don't do anything, nobody will And then the world will simply stop turning Cause it's love that makes it spin Not a fucking dollar bill You're living in a well You're living in a well You're living in a well decorated mousetrap
4.
Bathtown 04:49
From her sixth floor apartment Sweet Virginia sews The perfect parachute From her husband's old clothes With her hairspray strong as elastic She blueprints carefully A second honeymoon Within her center of gravity She gave him three bashful girls And always packed his lunch When he came home with leftovers she came down with a chronic hunch Her babies made more babies Then forgot her like a dream Three more years in a bathtown just might wash Virginia's conscious clean Life has been no cakewalk For Walter roam Around He watched miracles from the bluest eyes in town He'll sleep along the river's edge till the police make him leave they'll burn the innocent to protect what they believe He gave up a life of gold mining To collect something worth more So he studied quantum physics till he found an unconcealed trapped door He drinks until he's forgotten he ever had a dream
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Seven Moons 03:49
For somebody whose afraid of heights You sure sleep close to the edge of your bed For how long have you sacrificed your heart for your head It only took me seven moons before I knew that I was the only wolf here howling You pissed me a trail that I went following to nowhere at all It takes the palm of your hand At the base of my neck It takes the snake skin you've been waning in It takes courage to proceed Past the fear you think you need to live Well I'm a long fuck away from you And I guess that's why I am the only wolf here howling you pissed me a trail that I went following to nowhere at all Tell me the tightrope is wider than your view On your way to the top Cause even the pine cones have better things to do Than decorate the trees until they drop The earth misses your feet sometimes
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Wishing Well 05:59
You speak like you're singing to the holes in my window screen And you're good at bringing me barefoot backyard daydreams But I lost my head in a wishing well long ago How will you wait for me to find myself through a blurry telescope? Are we both counting on the same star To burn real slow I paint the moon on my wall so it's always night I can't remember at all making love in the daylight I lost my head in a wishing well long ago How will you wait for me to find myself through a blurry telescope Are we both counting on the same star To burn real slow

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released September 17, 2011

All songs written by Emily Rose.
Produced and engineered by Oliver Thompson.
Mixed and mastered by Sean Vinci.

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Emily Rose Detroit, Michigan

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Mother of rabbits

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