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[h=1]Sage Francis - Agony In Her Body[/h]
Day one, I played with her blood
Day two, I left her face bruised and we called it making love
Day three, her blood played with me
Dirty talk caught me off guard
Had the nerve to ask if I thought she was crazy.
Baby you don

[h=1]Sage Francis - Andy Kaughman[/h]

Now I know it ain't right, but I decided I hadta' &
Us poets paint life, but don't get recognized till afta' &
So I faked my own death just to see what would happen &
As I taje shallow breaths and wait for people's reaction &
It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter...wait &
Before long I was on display at an open casket wake &
And I'm the main attraction who draws a crowd. A freak show of sorts &
Good thing my skin is pale enough to pass as a decomposing corpse &
Frozen in my thoughts, laying stiff...playing with
& People's emotions and awaiting a kiss from praying lips that I hate but miss.

She didn't show...although she sent a card with flowers &
How considerate. That little bitch would make me sit in my car for hours &
Heartless powers start to devour my patience...it gets me violent &
I'm ready to fly shit and end everything like "I QUIT!"
Then again I sit deathly quiet...biting my tongue &
Just excited that some kids...who were invited to come did &
I'm the center of attention...the talk of the town &
It ain;t all that profound, but on this special day of mine I'm the one the universe revolves around &
It's like a birthday...kind of.
I also found that it's the worst way to find love.
White doves battle black crows in one of the back rows &
And everybody my ass knows back home is sporting black clothes &
Looking glum as usual...it's all too familliar &
I put the fun back into funeral. My morbid humor'll kill ya' &
For all that it's worth...the people who I thought were jerks &
Were putting on the water works and it sorta hurts &
My momma stroked my hair with so much care but hardly spoke &
Now my heart is broke, and yeah...I should've let her in on the joke &
But I'm honestly choked up, and I'm stuck holding back my tears &
As I absorb the atmosphere, "I wanna turn back I'm scared!"
Then a hand touches my shoulder to calm my nerves &
And something odd occurs because I heard my father's words &
So I *** disturbed...as he expressed what he's never said &
What bothered me the most is that I remembered...he's dead &
I manifested destiny. The best and worst of worlds has come true &
As I'm buried alive, in the back of my mind echoes his words:

"I love you."

[h=1]Sage Francis - Black Sweatshirt[/h]

Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer of old skin
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that I've had it
Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's most important is to remember this
Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce

I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close to me
or maybe I've just *** OCD and I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols...

Cut out the middle man...

But my woobie is in demand...

I'm feeling like a kid again.

"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand...
The monsters are under my bed again...
The monsters are under my bed again."

[h=1]Sage Francis - Bridle[/h]

(I want you to be happy and um,
that's like really what it comes down to
as one of my good friends in this world.
Um, I mean I hope that whatever happens that you
will be, like real happy not some sort of snake
that like, isn't happy you know)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Broken Wings[/h]

(Chorus)
Shes a fairy with broken wings
I used to watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldn't find anyone in town to talk
About how no one like that
Should be confined to the ground we walk

She glides but just seems like she floats
And these folks decide to crush her wings until they're permanently broke
She rides gusts of wind just by the way she spoke
She crys but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope
On the eastside hustling discussing things that we quote
In shallow conversations as if we have deep throats
We choke on our confusion
Now show up as a heat stroke of we need coats
Trading in our cheap jokes for her C notes
I see notes being passed
I ask to see what these creeps wrote
Define silly kids and flying privileges revoked
Ski slopes have been blocked off they can't chance it
Had weights tied to her ankles she most definitely cant skip
Down, she's held down by the transcripts my hands grip
Tried to tie her wings back on before they're once again clipped
Panic stricken, she'll remain stuck
On a titantic sinking, shes trying to stay up
Change her plan thinking it's OK
See this is strange but
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves in a way that kept them chained up
I'd like to see
Her take flight into the stars
Instead of letting her fly free they keep her in jars
Instead of letting 'em fly free they keep 'em in jars
I put my hand to the glass so hard that
It might break the prison bars
It isn't hard to see why they keep her captive
Shes naturally attractive
Speaks with adlibs, shes uncommonly talented
Ain't enough adjectives to do her disposition justice
Kids are wishing for just a kiss and its a mission to touch her lips
They can't trust her with
Freedom of movement thats a chance to lose her quick
If she ups and splits
We might as well call that discussion quits
They have ways to keep her down the government's underlings
Enslave people in this town especially if their culture's rich
Exploiting talents making her do a bunch of tricks
With the rest of the wingless imports
Repeatedly told you aint a fairy, you just a bitch
Just a bitch, with a butt thats thick
So rub your tits, and thrust your hips
And suck my dick, and run your shit, and run your shit, and run your shit

(Chorus)
Shes a fairy with broken wings
I used to go watch her perform
And if she hears me I hope she sings songs
That had me going right back
Couldnt find anyone in town to talk
About how no one like that
Should be confined to the ground

(Verse Two)
When I was down in New York she'd send me letters
And I read her passages about how I left her to the savages
No matter how sad that is I didnt cry
Cause it was only a matter of time
Before they figured me out and tried to strip my pride
I knew the scoop
Wish you could of seen the blueprints in my eye
When I flew the coop
Utilizing overground railroads in the sky
It was live or die let me let you in on a secret of mine
Me and you are different girl
We dont even need wings to fly

We dont need wings to fly
Me and you... we dont need wings to fly
Keep on singing give it a try, give it a try
Just keep on singing give it a try, give it a try (5x)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Buckets Of Silence[/h]

Had I known then what I know now
Had I thought now what I knew then..
I might still be human
with all the little stupid fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens vick souls
Stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles
Nail me to the cross dress
The holy cloth costs less
I'd toss less
if I still had your soft breasts to rest my head on
Since you've been gone
I recalled my issues with problems and hate
but I can't exactly remember the model or make
Now glass bottles break in my death grip
I'm about to take the next quick exit and end this head trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and lows
When on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,
you might still be here
My skin is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from feeling guilty
I collected the dirt...Kept it piling up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears inside of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole
Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soul

My secret pleasures have my inner demons gossiping
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters sing

I'm sitting in a strangers tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love.

They get half of what I have to give...IF THAT
It's all about the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. Easy to manipulate
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm waiting for their strings to break.

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.
I'm in my last days now. There's a change coming soon.
I just want to crawl back into my mother's womb
I need a comfort zone,
But obviously I need to find another home
To call my own...and always return to
and I want it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep,
creating memories to remember and then I forget to eat.

Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
with puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while I settle for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning settlements
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talk
Playing with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold,
when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.
it left me so messy
forget me..

not

I've *** more mud to sling...

Shot.

[h=1]Sage Francis - Can I Kick It?[/h]

[Chorus]
Can I kick it? (yes you can) {*3X*}
Well I'm gone (go on then)

Can I kick it,to all my people who get wicked like Sage does
before this did you know what my real name was
Paul Francis acting like he's on the same drugs
Never even felt the authects of a strange buzz
You never ever catch me holding a beer mug
Your talking shit like as if you was a real thug
if that's true lick a shot BUCK feel the slug
that's what you get for totin guns like you were Elmer Fudd
I'm selling tapes for three bones wanna catch a dub?
this shit is dope kid it makes you wanna cut the rug
illuminati's *** every part of my body bugged
the micro chip is in your wrist now give it a tug
be nice to females give a bitch a hug
Triple X style comin cleaner than your tub
you better tell your girl about it because she's a scrub
A big problem that i had to nip in the bud
droppin me her seven digits while i'm in the club
talkin bout I look I need a back rub
son she's a natural disaster like a flash flood
i ain't playin dawg you better go test her blood
until your positive she's negative don't make no love
with or without a glove, you know what i'm speaking of
the cub scouts try and jump into the brownies' shrubs
behind the bush turn a back push into a shove
what you thinkin tryin bring the underground above?
AOI make you cry like a dove, for that shit, for that shit
Come on, Come on

(chorus)

[h=1]Sage Francis - Crack Pipes[/h]

[random sample]
To All them people who said I wouldn't last
Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh

[Sage Francis]
I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot
And all is well because there's been one too many shots
The sterile robots want to talk to me about Detox
Stop the presses, there's been an update
Delivered via 1:30 AM phone call
When an only half-informative source talks discretely
Meet me-- at the family room at the side of the Intensive Care Unit
Immediately, I carry a tune
The sirens so loud, can't hear my music
Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine
We all assume... That it would go back to the way things were
That it would go back to normal soon
Saw the moon in a way that I never seen it before
When I looked up that night into the sky wondering why
Lookin' for answers, guess I ain't ask right
I'm guessin most of yall out there know exactly what that's like
What that's like, now tell me what's that like?

It's like a whirlwind of emotions that occurs when moms and dads fight
It's like when a girl grins, an emotion infers
That holds your arm, and grabs tight
Hurl him into the ocean, one of them cold sweat heat flash types
But extreme fluctuations and temperature changes
Have been known to crack pipes...
...crack pipes...crack pipes...

Meet me-- half way if i go that extra length just to help your strength
Meet me-- at the AA meeting, needing to take more than 12 steps
Bring me to your hiding place, so I can face your vice grip
I'll chisel every single monkey off your back with this ice pick
Come meet up with me on the sidelines when the game is over just to say hello
Then afterwards, backstage to let me know that you enjoyed the show
And go to grandma's house for Sunday dinner
Sit at the head of the table, take away the fatal flaw
you made the day before, I see you bleed
Meet me-- on Christmas Eve, we can fight but make up before you leave
Make visits with the rest of those who rest in pieces on my dreams
Meet me at the fork in the road where lost souls get indecisive
Meet me at the crossroads so I can have someone to walk into the light with

[h=1]Sage Francis - Crumble[/h]

They'VE said it every year but this times it seems like
The end is near and i'm in line to see the light
How far does this black tunnel go
I *** a car but the gas is running low
And as long as i've known the bumps and creeks of this house
It's starting to make the types of sounds that only comes from people's mouths
You cant tell me it's still settling
Built on an indian burial ground killing everything
The childhood scar on my chin is back again
That old jump over my own leg dance move has to end
I've seen better days in my night terrors
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters
Ask directions TO YOUR whereabouts
Before the slow walk the rest of the show-offs were pealing out
To many hares only one TORTOISE
Thats why I left this city, toO fast paced for this HO-HUM TOURIST
By the time i developed the pictures
They're as blurry as my memory of constant life fixtures
If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with DIAMONDS
Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, BUT coal burns and nothing lasts forever
wonder why I bothered saving any of your letters,they're just aged paper
Crumble
Slave labour, you made me work for what I couldnt have
Diamonds cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts
Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes

I've *** an insecurity box for your mail
Tracing the name on the return adress as if it was made of braille
Pretended it was your finger but careful to not break a nail
The one that sealed the coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trail
But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls
And emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold
Now you're a foot note with cement shoes
In case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since I left you

[h=1]Sage Francis - Cup Of Tea[/h]

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night
I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting to tell
whether or not he can even remember the answer..
Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can even fucking remember me.
What a waste of time
But every night it's that same damn routine:
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking from is never clean
I can't remember if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
With more confessions...I don't want to leave you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spill
I see his face fading away. I surely need a refill
I purposely keep still and don't move much
Except to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I will
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer kill the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out
Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."
The concept is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt
I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup

[h=1]Sage Francis - Damage[/h]