Meet me at the candy shop lyrics

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meet me at the candy shop lyrics

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Out of my forehead. A bomb in the apartment, treacherous security, a blast in the commercial testing results, dangerous pollution floating on the avenue, Body renovation Macintosh. Mommy filled me up with sardonical precautions. Sent me off to drugs and progressive rock. My body is on the air, my face is pretty ugly, I see it everywhere. My mind is separated for better and for worse. When you cry in spite of all these currencies of suffering, so come down from the ceiling and cry.

Bazooka Mirror Night time is catching up like a broken buttercup. In my ethical assisted violence, days are running out of order. Yesterday you talked so sweet, over thirty little cups of cappuccino and a toast when we said goodbye. I miss the sense of isolation, every day of the week.

meet me at the candy shop lyrics

What are you doing in my room? Maybe we can have a conversation, like we did on TV when there was nothing else to see.

Tell me are you having fun, even though what said is done, when the camera was rolling backwards and the video director slept. Look what they have done to me.

Meat me in the disco Girl! Meet me in the disco. We can trim our branches and dangle from the gallows of cellophane bricks, laughing in the smog walk, looking at the traumatized ballistic Primadonna in the corner with a stick. The man is looking at me with a degenerated facial presence, shoulders wide, looking for a ride. He is sliding through the crowd with a cynical laughter. Automobiles and scattered heels. Hands upon the wheel Miss Daisy! Everybody looks so good! A moaning Casanova in the backseat of a choking convertible.

A rolling dice between two thighs, a naked couple riding a caramel. Look at my girl! We can trim our branches and dangle from the gallows of cellophane bricks, standing in the smog walk, looking at the traumatized ballistic Primadonna in the corner with a stick.

Silicon hips Goddamn those silicon hips smell bad. I watch them run, I watch them spin. Once upon a time, when the world was a dirty scene.

I had a redneck, spandex, vagabond eating disorder.

meet me at the candy shop lyrics

It was a perfect holiday. I was alone because I lost my only friend. Yes, out in the back it blew my brain.

meet me at the candy shop lyrics

But one day I trapped myself in common sense and barricaded my door with all these flashy trends, cause somehow over the rainbow life is so unfair. Will you take this ring? Sorry to inform you, I could never love you like you do. Pick me up, hang me like a sucker in a leash, I can tell you anything you wanna hear. Save me from the cash register brutality, coming from your Stairmasturbator vanity. You see, everything left is a cup of sanity and all the parasites in your domestic personality. On the tip of a gun.

Will I be different in this world if I threw away this superficial life? Cause, that is what you do to me! Yes, that is what you do to me! Casanova, do you love her? Now do you really think that you would find that bitter self-esteem to push between her legs and make her happy like you used to do? It was the summer when you ran away, for the traffic noise of screaming rubber ducks and grieving wives on channel 45, where no one talks about the weather anymore.

Now the world is not for you to blame. I was eating more than I could chew. Now those cavities are swelling. Hey, what can I say? I just hate those barber cues in May, cause when the summer dress is waving, it makes me all remember who I am. Still my porch is symmetrical, my teeth are white, my kids believe in God and my pool is full of chlorine. Out of the blue, the past comes sneaking out on you. Dogs are lurking in the alley, cause somebody caught you digging in the dirt.

In a rush you are burning down your house. You change your name a thousand times, but they will recognize your face and appearance, and your parents they will give you to the cops. Tell me, tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me.

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What will you do when the murder gets to you? Tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me. What will you do when the murderer gets to you? Did you do that? Did you put him in the trunk of the Chevy? Is he heavy to carry? Do you have equipment in the bag?

Yes, as a matter of fact I brought everything you need for: Rococo chopping, body wrapping, ankle strapping, body cracking, higher learning, lawyer burning, cold suspicion, inquisition, body heat acceleration, heart attack or simulation, papers for the preparation. Dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper, dig a little deeper.

Tell me, tell me now, tell me, tell me tell me. What will you do when the murderer gets the truth? I feel abused and disabled and my mind is never stable. It is what I do best. Sanity fair Snowflakes falling from the ground. Baby can I have another dance, another dance with you? Let's crawl all over one another likes crows on a carcass, like ants on a crumb starving only starving only for the taste of tongues. Love is selfish, love goes tic-toc-tic, loves knows jesus, apples and oranges.

Take me by the arm to the altar, take me by the collar to the cliff, take me by the waist to the water, take me by the hair to the ferris wheel, take me by the wrist to the river, take me by the braid down to my grave. Aubergine sheets on my bed now, oh no.

You with the nape that holds my gaze, you with the tongue that speaks my name, you with the arms that keep me at length, you with the heart that won't show its face. Absence makes my heart grow hollow, absence makes my heart grow hollow make me into an egg without yolk, you make me into an egg without yolk. Absence makes my heart grow hollow, absence makes my heart grow hollow, make me into an egg without yolk, you make me into an egg without yolk.

I was unborn when I was younger, I was unborn when I was younger but I was rebuilt when you spoke, I awoke when you spoke. You said, "There's always a reason for leaving, there's always a reason to stay; I know exactly why I'm leaving: I just can't stay.

I would be lying if I said you had nothing to do with me; you're to blame for my being this way, this way. If they begin to ravage your love don't cower or run for cover.

Don't feel bad, you've got to drown or smother them. Can't say whether I care or whether it matters. Maybe hearts are better bitter, battered, filthy, vulgar.

Maybe that's why the broken lonely ones hold on a little longer. But all I know, all I know is I want to see you I want to see you see all those countries. I'm looking for a new muse you have only made me tired. This is my loss of limb, my loss of love. It was so cold you could see both sets of ribs almost escaping your skin to fly south, south until the springtime.

They fly backwards and forwards. The streets can be eerie, streets can be dreary. My limbs, my love are lost on you. My limbs, my love belong to you.

I remember that night in the woods on the hidden balance beam made of a long wooden board with a barrel underneath. Both our hearts they were revealed. Our hearts they were revealed.

You were my friend. This is my loss of love my loss of limb this is my loss of love my loss of limb. But now I'm a ghost and you all know it. I asked the deer could the hunter she hear come a'creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin. This ribcage, it is a staircase, climb it to my iris you can live there, you know who I am. You know who I am. I am your apple.

When I awoke, we had landed. For days on end I've thought about it.

meet me at the candy shop lyrics

Had we crashed into the ocean. Had we perished in the sea. Had the mountain held us captive in his jacket, well God forbid, I would have been fine with that.

Cause it would have saved me it would have saved me it would have saved me from the look that you gave when you left. Your lips so full that I could cry. Your lips so full that I could cry out my sockets, cry out my sockets.

Your eyes so closed that I could hide in the closet, hide in the closet. My heart so poor that I could wait for your hands in my pockets. My heart so broke that I could beg for affection, beg for affection. I only have eyes for you; you are the apple, you are the apple.

The alligators are here they're just under the water, under the water. You devoured my heart, you devoured my heart like it was strawberry cake at a birthday celebration, but I still need your love. I still need your love, I need your love. I still need your teeth round my organs, I still need your teeth round my organs. I still need your love for you are the apple, you are the apple.

How I ache, I ache in the pit of me, I awake, awake with this fear in me. How it makes, makes a fool out of me; with its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heart for to plant in the soul for to feast.

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When I awoke, prayed to god it had been but a draw. Oh my, what more of a mess I will be if I've lost.

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Now I dream of the sky running towards me, liquid like an ocean. It seems I'm always lifting him to escape from rabid beasts and storms. Behind my eyelids he is light, he's the weight ofa quarter but in daylight he is broad and older. Oh lord, call me back, back to you. Seal my soul like an envelope, use your spit, lick it shut. Bring your knives, use your tools, perform open heart. The water is scalding, so cold that it burns.

But when I lay in your likeness, how you slay all my hurt, all my hurt. As gently as a mouse curled up in a ball, as gently as a mouse until tomorrow. I'm as blue as blood before the blood goes red. For a heart beats the best in a bed beside the one that it loves. Yes a heart beats the best when in a head death becomes irrelevant. Cause if you're dreaming about dying then you're not really living, darling. You've got to be starving for it, you've got to be starving for it, you've got to be starving, you've got to be starving for it.

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I had a dream you'd be on this rooftop. If you're not then that's okay but if you are, well I'm thinking that it's fate. Over the microphone, over the video projector I almost called your name but then I refrained cause I will catch you some other way if it's fate, if it's fate, if it's fate.

I know, I know. And oh, such is the torment of the giving of your organs: Oh no, we're singing: Lay me down, lay me low, let go your crown, disarm me. Claim me yeah yeah yeah. That we may ripely pine in the mammoth nothing of the night left to our own devices and we'll know, we'll know, we'll know just what we want.

We'll know, we'll know, we'll know what we want. Crystal structures, defects and blunders. Once turning all my mineral to stone, stone.

meet me at the candy shop lyrics

Taxi-taxidermist, taxidermist, sopping ripe intentionist, I am intent on paying attention again to my own cracked compass, steady-handed. A deliberate extinction of everything I know I was never meant to know, know about you. My love, my sweet love whom I am yet to unravel with: One day we shall be enraptured, sweet enrapture. Meeting myself before I meet you.