1. |
Close Up
02:14
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Floating through doors
Showered in jerks
It’s not my only fear but who knows what is
“I bought this suit for you, put it on, put your arms up, we all need a little bit of help sometimes.”
It’s not my only fear but who knows what is
*since 1973 worker productivity has outpaced wage growth, that’s why I’m*
Rude at work
*sometimes the only time I feel alive is when I’m online*
Life’s a bore
I could equate my past life with a thousand absurd metaphors
A glorious dream
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2. |
Lost Planet
02:25
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Bitter love believers
A model fusillade
Elaborate, chattel bride
To be so earnest
We were away
An alien landscape
CHANT
A diamond mine
The storm languishes
No second guessing
You’re brutal
We were away
An alien landscape
CHANT
A diamond mine
We can build a ship
We can plant a seed
We can use the sun
Chart a course to the mountain
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3. |
Yes Officer
03:33
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By the murder I saw you
With the odor of mirth & mother
You lack a look in your eyes
Silence?
Desertion
Charm me once
Fool me twice
Canid lacked a faulted thirst
Chipped skin
Piss in your shoes
Dilate your eyes
It’s resting time
Charm me once
Fool me twice
Dripping, soaking, asphalt
Collect the asphalt
Collect the city
Collect the salt & sand
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4. |
Blister
01:42
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The days are getting longer what a burden
Waste away time as though there’s plenty
You’ll never lick his spit if you don’t leave the house
A swollen tongue in a sucking mouth
A gormless apparition
Sat sunken in the backseat
So many weeks
Crow mother will approach you soon
Her day in song
Was I a silhouetted scholar
A mute currency afoot
Charmingly cradled
A blistered lung
Breathing in the fire
A blistered lung
Charmingly cradled
A blistered lung
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5. |
Pity Teeth
02:24
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She gives my skin a reason to slide back over my skull
I sweat out all the good stuff leave you with a wreck
Don’t follow like it’s nothing
Be beautiful for a while
A lost and golden smile once forgotten now has meaning
I sweat out all the good stuff
Leave you with a wreck
Don’t follow like it’s nothing
Be beautiful for a while
So shines a good deed in a weary world
It’s a bland superstition but they’re spiritual still
Picture the picture
It’s a sad story we tell ourselves
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6. |
Harm Reduction
02:45
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Couldn’t wait til May
Had to return
Fell on the floor
Track burned into my skull
What’s the use in paying debt with less than a decade left
Take what you need
Leave us alone
What’s the use in paying debt with less than a decade left
Harm reduction said you’d heal
The last time I saw you you were hard as fuck
Sticking needles in your arm like a bastard
The last time I saw you you were hard as fuck
Sticking needles in your arm how romantic
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7. |
Part Too
02:03
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It’s sad
But theres a story
I could tear my hair out any time of the day
But I sit here like it’s fine
Cause it’s fine
I could pluck these veins out like a bird on a wire
But these floors are hardwood
And I’m middle class baby
It’s sad but there’s a story
And I’m middle class baby
I’ve got quite the list of things to do
Like smile
And pick peaches
I’m middle class baby!
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8. |
Mouth
02:30
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Holy fucking hell
I woke up like this why did you ask
If it’s not in the main line
It’s not in the main line
Dig it up
Olfactory heaven
It won’t take long
Let’s sort it out
Shred those guts
A classic tale of whit and girth
Where’s my mouth
Behind your hands
Dig it up
Olfactory heaven
It won’t take long
Let’s sort it out
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9. |
Seneca
02:43
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Some might call it violence
We need a place to live
I was here first
NO
I was here first
Be still my bleeding heart
Build it like a work of art
Put your hands up stay right where you are
Call it cultural genocide
Some bulldozer’s gonna keep me from my day job
Be still my bleeding heart
Built it like a work of art
Black market’s a fucking hassle
Spoiled me like the company man
Sold them one less
Fed lines from the company man
All suit and no teeth
Serve it to the rest
Knife inside the bread
Cut the head and
Praxis is a good excuse
To call out police abuse
Stop recording
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10. |
Pooling Summer
01:45
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I don’t remember much
Just the bleating and yawn
Space creaks
Breathes
All old souls swinging aimlessly
Can’t see the forest
Can’t find a place to hide
I’ll give you my spare parts we’ll scale the yard
I made you lemonade
What a day
I’m a wreck and full of youthful ambition or maybe withdrawn
Recall the memory of your pooling summer
Can’t see the forest
Can’t find a place to hide
I’ll give you my spare parts we’ll scale the yard
I made you lemonade
What a day
The heart stops pumping blood
But this vessel still glows
Lungs drain of air
We go in for miles
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