A Poison Tree

by Little Lo

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released 26 June 2011

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Track Name: Hairlong
You can make a blame to the people that made you, you can write a story so boring you had to run away.
You can make a blame to the people that taught you, you start a riot and fight it, all you want.
But your right here now.

You can wear a ball cap, and hide your bald spot, but you can't grow your hair long.
You can breathe in cancer, or light up fancier, but you can't even smoke a cigar, your always breathing in.

You can play the game make yourself a famed one, have your own flag and shag any girl you want. You are king now.
Now you are the man in power of the land but I'll just build a boat and float, so close by. And you can't reach me.

You can solve the equations and prove the theorems but you can't think in a lab coat.
You can drive faster, or ride greener, but you can't find your way home, you always loose the map alone.

You can't find your way home, you always lose the map alone.

You can blame it, on the people that taught you wrong, you can blame it on the people that taught you.
You are a man, you are a woman, you are a child, you are children.

I hope you find your way home, I hope you find the map alone.
Track Name: Roots, Trees, Wires
The wire’s untangled again; I’ll have to retie myself to that pin.
It’s bruising all of my skin, and my bark has changed its color.
But it helps be stand when my roots can’t, and holds my smile when my heart is mild.
So I’ll tie two times as tight, cause the wire is untangled again.

The wire is strong and sturdy again; about two or three more years till when
I’ll have to pull back my branches, to decrease my chances of falling straight down to the ground.
But until then I will stand and shine and gleam for you I do look good in green for you.
I will be so well known for you, cause the wire is strong and sturdy again.

When this tree starts leaning down I won’t retie it better, when my leaves start falling off I won’t worry I’m lesser.
Than all the ones that tower, they seem so strong together, but down here I don’t have to lie I just sit and hear you clearer, down here I don’t have lie I just lay.
Track Name: For Fun
I see you, I’ve seen you far to many times. And I’ve met you, I’ve met you far to many ways. But we have stopped to a friendly hello, but I want you, I want you to say my name, say my name, say my name, for fun.
Aging is most of my worry when you look nice, but half as important as brains like if you agree that there’s a big man watching over you, and me, and everyone else I can see.
I see you, I’ve met you, but we have stopped to a friendly hello, and I want you.
Babies are something for families when they decide that they are ready for nose bleeds and sick day tries, but I just want a friend who will listen, yeah I just want a friend, I can listen too.
I see you, I’ve me you, but we have stopped to a friendly hello, and I want you.
In summer, I will see you, In winter, I will meet you, and we’ll talk, talk, talk about something, and stop, stop, stop for nothing and I will always want you to say my name, to say my name, to say my name, for fun.
Track Name: Broken Skin
I woke up in broken skin, cause it’s when I push you back, then pull you in.
That’s when I feel the tearing begin, cause I woke up in a weaker skin.
I reject this fake lining that filters out the bad when I let you in.
And welcomes the good when were talking again, cause there’s no guard to let me choose who you are.
You are one for me, yeah your one thing that I think I need, at least that’s what I say when I only speak for me, at that’s what I think when I only care for me.
You’re a still one; you’re easy to choose. You taste good at the mouth and go down so smoothly.
And I feel good about the things that you do, until I think about the things that you do.
You are one for me, yeah your one thing that I think I need, at least that’s what I say when I only speak for me, at that’s what I think when I only care for me.
Track Name: A Poison Tree
(Lyrics by William Blake)
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.