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about

toothpaste dreams

i think maybe ill turn into a ghost and float around on hardwood floors like a tissue with different layers and powders and ill be here somewhere but somewhere else like a moth maybe or a sheet of paper or a glass of milk

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I was born with a colorful stomach.
A series of strange words and tidal leaking pulls beneath my skin.
I felt so old in my teeth but sweet colors I washed between the strands.
Between the folds.
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I woke in slow sun with barely a light on my hair and a full glass of milk it would be better to wash the grime off my silly little body and then rub my way into jeans and eat my cereal making sure it gets extra soggy and sunlight so all the sugar and sweet fills the inside of the milk

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a hazy blue water paint fills the top of my skull and drips out the back of my spine and butt into a puddle of sad boy thoughts behind my legs

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my body is full of strange things

i dont know if they're me

i'm a nice boy

i shouldn't have these things in me


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I'm ashamed to eat at all. Bubbling inside my stomach and blood and pus squirting everywhere
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deep moss with pink in my body and mouth and lungs

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going for walks in the warm weather with crumpled bunches of green on the side and the summer is sweet yogurt and im walking


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Colors dripping in my mouth and my tongue and my throat and smelling like apples and papier mache and smelling like skin and yogurt and I feel like a hundred boats and i feel like a ghost and a jellyfish in the salt water of a plastic bag

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Night:

a tube of cardboard throat you
poured blue paint down

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I'll sleep in your stomach while we paint


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My head fills up with blood. My head is a soft blue boat on a color lake. My head is spread out into sheets.

credits

released 09 September 2014

Guitar/Vocals/Keyboards/Production - Aviv Cohn
Drums - Jonny Rogoff
Accordion - Chris Wojdak
Mastering - Carl Saff
Artwork - Jama M Jama

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Track Name: Outside
Did the sun not open for you did the song not speak to you did the clouds not fall or break at all when the world came looking for you did the ghost not sleep in you did your blood not swim in you did the sky not call or sing at all like you think it was going to?
Track Name: Rip me in half
Pull me down into the water rip my lungs and spine splitting side to side splitting side to side I feel my skin begin to bubble spilled against a knife splitting side to side splitting side to side and I was poured out my throat up over bleed my neck to a bowl and drain to the bone just to squeeze through a tube and boil me down and bleed me out bleed me out bleed me down into the water rip my lungs and spine splitting side to side splitting side to side I feel my skin begin to bubble spilled against a knife splitting side to side splitting side to side
Track Name: stomach floods
My blood won't fall around me won't fall around me I'd drink I dreamed my cum would flow out of me would flow around me I'll drip spilling stomach floods will sing into my blood will drip into my lungs and sleep and still I fill it up it slips against my tongue I sit below the sun and dream my blood won't fall around me won't fall around me I'd drink I dreamed my cum would flow out of me would flow around me I drip you know no one else can no one else can be known oh no I know no body and no body but my own my blood won't fall around me won't fall around me I'd drink I dreamed my cum would flow out of me would flow around me I drip
Track Name: a little dream
Sticky summer honey sky just your foolish pride just a little bit of time just a fool just fooling around in the sunlight for a while little dreams I'd hide like a smoke against a fire fo a while just to kep around feels like all I'd ever say just your foolish pride just a little bit of time just a fool just fooling around burned out burn me down against just your foolish pride just a little bit of time just a fool just fooling around
Track Name: Oil pastel
How could you just go back home how could you just turn around? just a lovely day run your toes in the sand well I can see your face in your hands driving back home late feel your mind filled with ink well I'm going I'm going away I'm going I'm going away you know I love you but I've gotta go home you know I love you but I've gotta go home and the sound will fall blue against the sand and the sand will fall on me
Track Name: salt water
In my lungs in my teeth in my tongue from my sleep in my stomach I dream of a color where I went when I said what I thought I had bled from my ribs to my lips in the water just a hope I guess I know why I wouldn't give to show though I'm lying out my skin I feel it in my bones if I spilled if I drained if I dripped and I came with the slowest of waves spreading after I could sing I could smile I could drift for a while like the sun was a boat for my laughter
Track Name: Plastic sun
when i woke it was bright from the cellophane light sitting dry in the air as it bloomed in the blue then I washed and I cleaned and I put on my jeans and I walked out the door to a cold winter street cold and blue wrapped in coat wrapped on skin wrapped on bone in the air all alone i feel my blood quickly flow while i walk beneath the leaves through the trees theres a ghost and it sits on the river and merrily floats theres a calm coming down and its soft like a gas with my head on my mind and my feet on the grass moving in moving out with my lungs and my mouth I can see what I feel as it spreads like a cloud there is sight there is life there is sound all around and it swims in the air as our voices rebound and the waves are so fresh as they bend and reflect moving in and moving out of the colors in my head with a sunny salt air that is dripping in sky and the green of the leaves in the brown of my eyes and i wake in the air that is waiting and wet and as smooth as a cream in the summer on bread the wind is changing color and the shadows are changing shape and the slow atmosphere melts from lemon to grape while i lie on my pillow with thin arms at my side and I wake in the day with old sleep in my eyes