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letra de body - griffy jones & the phantom band

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[verse 1]
where are the edges of my body?
where do you locate self?
is it in my toes or behind my eyelids?
or entirely somewhere else?

or everywhere at one time?
dispersed and dissatisfied
with no fault to its surroundings
no give all the fault to its surroundings

and wrap it up in plastic
give it anew thin floral dress
and a new bicycle
that it can ride around on
and shout at all the neighbours
invite them in for lunch
and say “how are you?”
with not meaning anything

[verse 2]
if you can give me another option
well maybe i’ll subscribe
but for answers im not accepting skin
don’t even bother asking me why
oh cuz i don’t believe in borders!
for my body or for anywhere else

i am my p-ss
i am my cell phone
i am this fleshbag prison cell

[verse 3]
but oh that cell is all dissolved in my dreams

i’m a gladiator
a gardener
and a thief

i’ve got this thin floral dress i’ve got some really sharp t–th

i’ve got whatever i want, but first i need to fall asleep
i need to fall asleep
i need to fall asleep

[verse 4]
lumpy pillow princess
that’s what i am
or what i want to be
in
a
thin
floral dress
i am
soaring
high above the city
oh i bet you miss me as much as i miss you

[verse 5]
every song ends up a love song
i can’t stay on topic too long
i can’t sing about me
so it’s you
you
second person
or a second person entirely

im feeling a lot
i dont know alot about it
but it’s really not nice
and ever slightly fantastic

[verse 6]
so every body
is inhabited
for just a moment
right now i’m in mine
morphing into a
puddle

but
the problem with puddles
is people swim in them
and if they’re on the floor
well then they gotta be cleaned
i really don’t wanna be mean
i don’t wanna be mean
so i reshape

it’s just three easy steps you just
look in the mirror and
hate
what you see
then think what you can be
but oh for now i am
oh so material
and totally obscene

[verse 7]
and i’m filled up with blood
im filled up with p-ss
i’m fully fed up
with what i’ve become
i’m ready to rot
to turn into mulch
from which gardens can grow
the contents of which
i’ll never know
i’ll never touch
i’ll never hold
i’ll never know
i’ll never know

- griffy jones the phantom band

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