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Hospital Music for the Aesthetics of Language

by Trophy Scars

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I'm not screaming as loud as I'm dying But since you're judging I'll start running Sing to me like you used to Sing to me and put me to sleep I'm gonna put me to sleep I'm still a child, and there are ghosts And you're a ghost There are ghosts.
2.
Statistically sorry for the last album we wrote Sincerely sorry for missing the notes It was love They were loved And they promised the world Puppy dog tails, kisses and girls Behind my cigarette I'll make my last bet To keep our words wet So the contracts can be met It's a joke They promised the world They promised the world Promise the kisses, promise the girls And the make mistakes They make mistakes Nothing is sweeter, nothing is sweeter Nothing is sweeter than filling those dreams to the brim With hope, and home Nothing is sweeter than realizing those dreams Are false ideas of love So rewire the mainframe, the contracts that bind us That keep us together Are a joke That's life in a hospital They promised the world They promised the world Puppy dog tails,those kisses and girls And they make mistakes They make mistakes Nothing is sweeter, nothing is sweeter Nothing is sweeter than filling those dreams to the brim With hope, and home Nothing is sweeter than realizing those dreams Are false ideas of love So rewire the mainframe, the contracts that bind us That keep us together Are a joke That's life in a hospital Selfishly, selfishly selfishly, selfish Rewire Your contract You check the pulse It's life in a hospital And I'm out like the winds Dangerously speaking on behalf of the polar bears A chorus of crickets harmonize And they resonate to explode It's up like me, on my knees, they sting like bees Three years and counting waiting for this idea love Selfishly consumed in love Three years and counting waiting for this idea love Love (I buried the box with your name) Love (I buried the box and your name) It's life in a hospital It's love, love, love, love, love
3.
Sleep Little Nemo You're covered in leaves You're digging too deep So Sleep Little Nemo You won't have an alibi For what the cops will find Their bullets aren't stopping anything You can tell by the shine of my teeth You have to get rid of the evidence So dump her body I can get out of anything You'll call me by my first name Houdini The Great Oh run Run Little Nemo They're catching up They're calling your bluff Jump Little Nemo You don't have to sleep In order to dream The cops will find a horrific sight Of Nemo's bride at the bottom of the lake And when they saw her open mouth They looked inside and saw the note that Nemo wrote (It entails) With love, with love, with love, with love With love, with love, with love, with love With love, with love, with love, with love Uh oh My love, my love, my love, my love My love, my love, my love, my love I am sorry I missed you (I missed you...) Oh Little Nemo Oh I know Little Nemo Now it's time to Sleep Now it's time to... sleep But your bullets aren't stopping anything He's dressed as the calico cat Nemo's jumping to his death I'm still here You must call me by my first name Houdini the Great I'm spitting out bullets I'm still here... Hide the white dress
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Those are the dead stars Those are the dead stars You said you'd drown in my words Pushed by the ink of my pen Those Are the dead stars He climbs to the highest branch of the tree He won't come down; you need to cut him down And now your shadows will know Why your flowers won't grow Those branches are denser than blood Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him, shoot Electric ink on a feather Cleaned by the salt of the sea I'll pass it on to the insects So they can document me Those are the dead stars He climbs to the highest branch of the tree He won't come down; you need to cut him down And now your shadows will know Why your flowers won't grow We bludgeon the cut To open the scab We burn off our roots and pretend that we're sad Repeat until we believe that this is the life that we lead This is the life that we'll lead This is the light that you'll keep So John, get the gun If this is the road We'll have us some fun We'll stay up all night and say our goodbyes These are the dead stars that march by your eyes Razors listen We grind our teeth Dig our plots Ten feet deep That way no one has any reason to complain Caught by the spine We complain Those are the dead stars
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I'll dress you, I'll bless you To make use of my singing muse Believe me, it's not easy I'll use my right hand The one we're sinking in Torrential pour of matadors And escalators dead on elevators Those words on the sun are meant for everyone They're coded in puns and smelling like blood She's screaming "Save me" It's easy 'cause K is for kiss me Save Me, oh save me (Leave me alone) I'm burning it down with my cigarettes Look at me "One more drink and I'm done," Yeah right... So kiss me

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Produced and Mixed by Chris Badami at Portrait Recording Studios
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side

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released January 1, 2004

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Trophy Scars Morristown, New Jersey

Post-whatever, psych-soaked blues. Est. 2002, NJ.

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