Harmony Korine on Letterman in 1995 do you have a girlfriend, he asked and he said, love is like getting kicked in the teeth by a horse I want to get kicked in the teeth by a horse two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth, or maybe it wasn't him. It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around you like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want,) came finally to the study of it's affections, and it felt like the last train leaving.
Harmony Korine on Letterman in 1995 do you have a girlfriend, he asked and he said, love is like getting kicked in the teeth by a horse I want to get kicked in the teeth by a horse two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth, or maybe it wasn't him. It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around you like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want,) came finally to the study of it's affections, and it felt like the last train leaving.
in a land of pens and lost socks, I jaunt a limping waltz through sand, low cliffs, and sun-split rocks, and ragged twists of battered trees dotted in the rolling scree Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
in a land of pens and lost socks, I jaunt a limping waltz through sand, low cliffs, and sun-split rocks, and ragged twists of battered trees dotted in the rolling scree Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all t Harmony Korine on Letterman in 1995 do you have a girlfriend, he asked and he said, love is like getting kicked in the teeth by a horse I want to get kicked in the teeth by a horse two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth, or maybe it wasn't him. It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around you like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it'he trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
and when the credits come fade to blue not black, it's a kids filmno one really died, theyll all come back and sing againsome hungover dawn, music in the carthe wet tongues of grass, park dogs and stray cats, it seems less hard and when the bullets fly, lay awake in bed, in a cold sweati can find a job, whatever i can get, and at last letgo of everything, dried rice and beans, i am still myself UHD milk (and that european apartment smell) and that i love you the sand in my mouth when i grit my teeth and that i need love perpetual(stubborn) hair upon my tongue it's never ending and every ending is never again to sit at barstools and cry for every distant relative song for a snow day (slow boat to china) verdigris with the voice of cameron wintrr my hands are hoarse and my words are all thumbs and left feetand i have a hardrive full of half finished records from 4 years ago you invested in perpetual motion simce the 70s one more kick and it'll keep going smooth sounds of a concussion the sharp taste of composite metal zip peppers ghost
and when the credits come fade to blue not black, it's a kids filmno one really died, theyll all come back and sing againsome hungover dawn, music in the carthe wet tongues of grass, park dogs and stray cats, it seems less hard and when the bullets fly, lay awake in bed, in a cold sweati can find a job, whatever i can get, and at last letgo of everything, dried rice and beans, i am still myself UHD milk (and that european apartment smell) and that i love you the sand in my mouth when i grit my teeth and that i need love perpetual(stubborn) hair upon my tongue it's never ending and every ending is never again to sit at barstools and cry for every distant relative song for a snow day (slow boat to china) verdigris with the voice of cameron wintrr my hands are hoarse and my words are all thumbs and left feetand i have a hardrive full of half finished records from 4 years ago you invested in perpetual motion simce the 70s one more kick and it'll keep going smooth sounds of a concussion the sharp taste of composite metal zip peppers ghost Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
i jump to yes and you yes and youyes and you yes and youyes and youcant fucking stand youyour voice a fly bouncing on a pane glass window oh and we all pander to youyes and you, yes and you, yes and yousalways the same face with different guisesyou eat my hours like theyre buttered bread but i said, i said that's what i did that was in 1982 before the first before you thank me that you exist but i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film conversations you hold with white knuckled gripyour tangents so longwinded leavr you out of breath always same face with different guisesyou eat hours like theyre buttered bread and keys you hold to the old houseyou are leader ceo of the neighbourhood watchall talk about voicesand this movement's really taking off that night with him and me and me and you you looking cross at straight anglesyour body bent and your eyes squint to see all things as you thought they were i turn wincing at your spinal tap he perpetual motion machine need ls one last spin the perpetual motion machine needs one last million guinea pigs so run your little legs for me pack up you degree and bootstraps and reword your cv i broke the unions and i gutted welfare in my company i want you to be scared
i jump to yes and you yes and youyes and you yes and youyes and youcant fucking stand youyour voice a fly bouncing on a pane glass window oh and we all pander to youyes and you, yes and you, yes and yousalways the same face with different guisesyou eat my hours like theyre buttered bread but i said, i said that's what i did that was in 1982 before the first before you thank me that you exist but i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film conversations you hold with white knuckled gripyour tangents so longwinded leavr you out of breath always same face with different guisesyou eat hours like theyre buttered bread and keys you hold to the old houseyou are leader ceo of the neighbourhood watchall talk about voicesand this movement's really taking off that night with him and me and me and you you looking cross at straight anglesyour body bent and your eyes squint to see all things as you thought they were i turn wincing at your spinal tap he perpetual motion machine need ls one last spin the perpetual motion machine needs one last million guinea pigs so run your little legs for me pack up you degree and bootstraps and reword your cv i broke the unions and i gutted welfare in my company i want you to be scared
The germ that sleeps in my brain Twists its roots again Steeped in maths and when the credits come fade to blue not black, it's a kids filmno one really died, theyll all come back and sing againsome hungover dawn, music in the carthe wet tongues of grass, park dogs and stray cats, it seems less hard and when the bullets fly, lay awake in bed, in a cold sweati can find a job, whatever i can get, and at last letgo of everything, dried rice and beans, i am still myself UHD milk (and that european apartment smell) and that i love you the sand in my mouth when i grit my teeth and that i need love perpetual(stubborn) hair upon my tongue it's never ending and every ending is never again to sit at barstools and cry for every distant relative song for a snow day (slow boat to china) verdigris with the voice of cameron wintrr my hands are hoarse and my words are all thumbs and left feetand i have a hardrive full of half finished records from 4 years ago you invested in perpetual motion simce the 70s one more kick and it'll keep going smooth sounds of a concussion the sharp taste of composite metal zip peppers ghost Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
and when the credits come fade to blue not black, it's a kids filmno one really died, theyll all come back and sing againsome hungover dawn, music in the carthe wet tongues of grass, park dogs and stray cats, it seems less hard and when the bullets fly, lay awake in bed, in a cold sweati can find a job, whatever i can get, and at last letgo of everything, dried rice and beans, i am still myself UHD milk (and that european apartment smell) and that i love you the sand in my mouth when i grit my teeth and that i need love perpetual(stubborn) hair upon my tongue it's never ending and every ending is never again to sit at barstools and cry for every distant relative song for a snow day (slow boat to china) verdigris with the voice of cameron wintrr my hands are hoarse and my words are all thumbs and left feetand i have a hardrive full of half finished records from 4 years ago you invested in perpetual motion simce the 70s one more kick and it'll keep going smooth sounds of a concussion the sharp taste of composite metal zip peppers ghost
Ilk people Floating downThe straight awayWe're comring homeWe're coming home With branchesFor the flameOr pretty black stones(A glimpse of space) To neighboursAnd our little fames, Little fame, And many doorsAnd many gates, But all the sameAll the same i jump to yes and you yes and youyes and you yes and youyes and youcant fucking stand youyour voice a fly bouncing on a pane glass window oh and we all pander to youyes and you, yes and you, yes and yousalways the same face with different guisesyou eat my hours like theyre buttered bread but i said, i said that's what i did that was in 1982 before the first before you thank me that you exist but i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film
i jump to yes and you yes and youyes and you yes and youyes and youcant fucking stand youyour voice a fly bouncing on a pane glass window oh and we all pander to youyes and you, yes and you, yes and yousalways the same face with different guisesyou eat my hours like theyre buttered bread but i said, i said that's what i did that was in 1982 before the first before you thank me that you exist but i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film Ilk people Floating downThe straight awayWe're comring homeWe're coming home With branchesFor the flameOr pretty black stones(A glimpse of space) To neighboursAnd our little fames, Little fame, And many doorsAnd many gates, But all the sameAll the same
It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around you like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want,) came finally to the study of it's affections, and it felt like the last train leaving.
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verdigris with the voice of cameron wintrr my hands are hoarse and my words are all thumbs and left feetand i have a hardrive full of half finished records from 4 years ago invested in perpetual motion simce the 70s one more kick and it'll keep going smooth sounds of a concussion the sharp taste of composite metal zip peppers ghost
Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt i jump to yes and you yes and youyes and you yes and youyes and youcant fucking stand youyour voice a fly bouncing on a pane glass window oh and we all pander but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having foto youyes and you, yes and you, yes and yousalways the same face with different guisesyou eat my hours like theyre buttered bread but i said, i said that's what i did that was in 1982 before the first before you thank me that you exist but i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film conversations you hold with white knuckled gripyour tangents so longwinded leavr you out of breath always same face with different guisesyou eat hours like theyre buttered bread and keys you hold to the old houseyou are leader ceo of the neighbourhood watchall talk about voicesand this movement's really taking off that night with him and me and me and you you looking cross at straight anglesyour body bent and your eyes squint to see all things as you thought they were i turn wincing at your spinal tap he perpetual motion machine need ls one last spin the perpetual motion machine needs one last million guinea pigs so run your little legs for me pack up you degree and bootstraps and reword your cv the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
i said i saidand i did i didthat was in 1956before the first before youthank me that you exist and i saidwhats with the fucking lawnchair attitude my friend you shoot at rabid dogs and complaining to anyone who will listen what's with the lawn chair attitude my friendyour critic is a ringing bellyour critic is some time alone and the first act of a long film conversations you hold with white knuckled gripyour tangents so longwinded leavr you out of breath always same face with different guisesyou eat hours like theyre buttered bread and keys you hold to the old houseyou are leader ceo of the neighbourhood watchall talk about voicesand this movement's really taking off that night with him and me and me and you you looking cross at straight anglesyour body bent and your eyes squint to see all things as you thought they were i turn wincing at your spinal tap he perpetual motion machine need ls one last spin the perpetual motion machine needs one last million guinea pigs so run your little legs for me pack up you degree and bootstraps and reword your cv Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not long ago I wasn't lost, but i fell off chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn Harmony Korine on Letterman in 1995 do you have a girlfriend, he asked and he said, love is like getting kicked in the teeth by a horse I want to get kicked in the teeth by a horse two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth, or maybe it wasn't him. It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around you like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it' and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
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Not long ago I wasn't lost, But I fell off, And refound only valleys, Of doldrums and windshorn basalt the gales come humdrum and the human voices and all the trees bear winter peaches hard and white from skin to stone Not Harmony Korine on Letterman in 1995 do you have a girlfriend, he asked and he said, love is like getting kicked in the teeth by a horse I want to get kicked in the teeth by a horse two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick ou like factory smoke, till the sun-hot sea swells around, and washes us back but nevertheless, I am ready for the long dream and the little death, and the moon face over me every night, my house will be the house of flowers, on being doomed I will no longer dwell. Christian Bernard, having found fame performing the first heart transplant, (It's something that I want, it' chockfullofsolidblocksofwar and in a song, the operatic chorals of the weatherforcast thunder on as the rocks split the sun and all night and first blue the sky reeks of dawn and the slick smell of water and the brave smell of stone the copper bite of a concussion L-dopa, I have awoken from a millon year trip from a nap in a cinema
my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth, or maybe it wasn't him. It's something that I want, it's something that I don't want, Even when it's not it's something that I've got. two years from now on a long walk by the sea a horse will kick my teeth in then who will love me with no teeth. If you were Gaia, I will lie down on you like tired walls, and curl around y