CON USTEDES, THE RESIDENTS

Primero, 4 canciones:

MOISTURE

Someone saw a strange amount

Of moisture on her lips

And it was also seen upon

Her arms and on her hips

No one knows exactly

Who she was or how she died

But when they opened up her purse

They found a snail inside

ACT OF BEING POLITE

I found her crying in the morning

Sitting in a chair

She was wrapping something up

And wrapping it with care

I did not mean to hurt her

When I fell asleep last night

I was just exhausted

From the act of being polite

Yes, I was just exhausted

From the act of being polite

PERFECT LOVE

There's something I must tell you

There's something I must say

The only really perfect love

Is one that gets away

THE SIMPLE SONG

We are simple

You are simple

Life is simple, too

We are simple

You are simple

Life is simple, too

Y ahora, una más:

THE TALK OF CREATURES

Mumbling weighs upon my mind

The talk of creatures in my spine

A contest fought between two souls

To know which thought that each controls

They argue deep into the night

Displaying wrongs, inciting rights

They sing their songs with unknown tones

And keep the beat upon my bones

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