1. |
lose
01:03
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All you lose
you tease out all the freedom
black and blue
lose the essentials when you need 'em
I came here with one short thing to say
and I'll go ahead and say it
Christine James, Ilana and the Virus
we can't win and they're not supposed to fire us
just our luck
we'll never see the day we make the news
I hate the whole world
and I'm not exaggerating
the sound is yr own voice
in a desert heat ablating
fool falls from the rings
and only perfect liars sing
the cadence of the precious
is a message to the lizards
so they say
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2. |
lion
02:38
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I keep a cold heart
every day I'm tryin'
murder teeth hot
in the sunlight shining
there's a hairball
in my heart tonight
because yr sighin'
I walk the lion
I throw my black pen out
and switch to blue
I stroke the mane and clip the claws
like lovers do
I owe a mess and write all over you
because yr cryin'
I walk the lion
there are so many books I'll never read
so many smashed sunrises through the reeds
but every lion
has to
feed
I keep a cold heart
everyday I'm tryin'
murder teeth hot
in the sunlight fryin'
there's a hairball in every heart tonight
because yr sighin'
I walk the lion
because we're dyin'
we'll walk the lion
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3. |
galloway
01:02
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Hail and blaze
and the flames are out
never gonna tell me
what the world's about
capture the flag and TV tag
and don't get called a faggot
when you're runnin' around
Rebecca held a dress up
full of teacup stew
freshly of importance to a renegade you
cherry coke and chinese spokes
and laughing for a purpose
when the joke's on you
Sitting in a circle with our shoes untied
life is really something
and we're never gonna die
lookin' at you lookin' at me too
I think that we'll be bigger than I ever knew
I think that we'll be bigger than we ever knew
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4. |
al's song
02:08
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Can you find it, get behind it
are you someone who can meet me
in the middle
on a diet
be the last one
to completely shut the door on
further morons
get together wearing leather
Footsteps in the night around my bed
let 'em shout outside pretend we're dead
yr someone I'd really like to be
livin' seems much slower when I'm me
Take a letter
just forget her
are you listening to the whispering
scout's apparel
poor and feral
we can like it
or delete it
or react to backward people
loving the liking
loving the people
Footsteps in the night around my bed
let 'em shout outside pretend we're dead
yr someone I'd really like to be
livin' seems much slower when I'm me
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5. |
cake
02:04
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The world is yr oyster
when yr full of shit
the lines are only laughter
when you just won't quit
no matter how refined
there's nothing on yr mind
playing honest whispers
feeling like a greyhound
on with it
This glass is all the meadow
we have left
and yr the reason people say
'bereft'
dancing is for squares
and suffering's in pairs
yr lips like butterflies
pressed inside a pamphlet
for the war
yr a secret layer cake
like the regret-sayers bake
every other layer's fake
yr an oragami sweater
folded followed to the letter
nothing about you gets better
yr a real piece of shit
easy when yr full of shit
uniformity of shit
there is nothing more worth saying
to a whore with seatbelts fraying
stopping all good songs from playing
keeping my hair steady graying
how much do they pay the saints
it's got to be hard work
to keep yr piece
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6. |
transmission
02:05
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I heard a transmission
back in my early days
me and the brilliantine
pallid and pimply
and hiding my face
in the arms of a maze
after learning that love
was the easy way out
In wordless confusion
I scribbled a glossary
page 17 listing 'lonely' as
simply 'the wait for your
water to boil in rooms where
heat radiates from the fear
in your heart'
Lost in a naughahyde couch
in the 90s
I felt someone tell me it wouldn't
get better
no matter how you the draw the map
every compass point someone is waiting
to leave you alone
Drank in the shiver and looked to the north
in hope you could recover the hold
on yr lazy eye
focusing images of me wearing brilliantine
hair from the foldouts of men's magazines
I don't want anything like it used to be
I don't want anything rare
I don't want anything naughahyde brilliantine
just two dogs and a comfortable chair
Higher than horses and nothing like heaven
solemn with sickness and nothing for breakfast
time is a puzzle they leave on the table
for someone with everything better to do
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7. |
april
01:44
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Like an idiot savant in the news
give folks what they want
in shades of mathematical blue
no regard for the fund in the back of the brain
the eyes a foggy window
and the soul is a triangular name
fortune and fame
torture if you mangle the game
You and me are like each other and it's gonna happen again
Give 'em something people can use
a body to be haunted
retrograde amalgam of you
and the fifty roads you pass by runnin' away
Surprise the soggy pillow is a toll we all gotta pay
fortunately
porch-sit with the fallow and free
you are nothing like anyone else
and yr everything about
you ring above the doubt in the name
I'm shouting out over what I did to my life
Like an idiot savant in the news
give 'em what they want
it's all that yr expected to do
then go ahead and stand still
in the rain
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8. |
thrill
01:07
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I'll thrill and amaze you
and you won't think I'm true
but I'm real as the mud on my hands
airy and agile and comatose too
I'm in love with the ones I can't stand
Never the angel but always the blue
like an oyster yr better off dead
fold all my pages and tell me what's new
with the war that goes on in yr head
Black are the trails
you scrape in the sky
guys like me tilt down and crawl
Dab at your mouth on the opposite side
some people can just
ruin it all
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9. |
elevator
01:50
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Halfway there is halfway home alone
this elevator is on fire again
two minutes is two minutes on your own
this elevator is on fire again
no human being can levitate
no paper card contains yr fate
a bed of nails works like a crowded street
A man can't be a lake he can't be kind
this elevator is on fire again
a man can't be a symbol or a sign
this elevator is on fire again
The Cheshire Cat can fade to black
there's no bottom to the sack
there's no wolves around where there's
no meat
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10. |
dead
02:37
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You are not a painting
and I am not a wall
cosmically unweighting
my attachment
to it all
there's a meaning to existence
and it's begging for the fall
tripling the corners
where we have to live together
And I'm dead tired of trying
loose ends don't need these hands
for tying
the world is exactly as it should be
if I turn out wrong go back to sleep
Filter all yr blessing
and leave the dregs aside
off of heaven's kilter
with yr legs up for the ride
lining each new blister
to the slave inside your heart
cutting through the morning
when we have to see each other
And I'm dead tired of trying
loose ends don't need these hands
for tying
the world is exactly as it should be
if I turn out wrong go back to sleep
You ache I ache aches and pains
are raking it up spreading it out
you rattle in my pail and I ladle you up
I never know what's right
I just keep making it up as I go
And I'm dead tired of trying
loose ends don't need these hands
for tying
the world is exactly as it should be
if I turn out wrong go back to sleep
Wouldn't it be good if we were loose
another country maybe
or a boat on someone's rocky
rolling
sea
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11. |
locket
01:02
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the bakery blast
ties yr skin to the last
and you walk on the tacks
that were dropped from the
ceiling of feeling the lack
of remorse yet of course you
don't follow the rippiling
cripple of cracked
imitate the flirt of suspicion
and new retribution
the easy solution
has finished it's hand
Run at the mellow and
swallow the pills any time
you've apportioned for
meals and thrills over
cropping engagements
and might of the many
opprobrious alloy sallow
and skinny the nor and the for
and the caramel core of
cylinder candy in infinite pocket
to stare at like mother asleep
in her locket
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