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Snakeskin
02:57
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I can’t control the urge to keep healing myself through you.
The perfect joy. The substitute has long devotion (devotion)
All of this gold and ash.
Father is wearing snakeskin.
Cult Icon dies, security collapses from under you.
The governor gives us a gift:
The ending of this world.
King of the wasteland mart,
I got but one question before we part.
Which arrow hits its mark?
And does it fly for good now?
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Ding Dong Ditch
02:42
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I ding-dong ditched your house.
How did I get here?
Uninspired and pedestrian,
Chaotic neutral in a calm lake.
And it feels the worst,
Crawling out of anything.
Doesn’t it feel rehearsed?
Security, Security.
Destroyers of my body-
I’ll save it till my next life.
In the automatic world
Imbibe what you ought to.
Who’s the best venom eater?
Drifts towards death or adulthood.
Disrupt the perfect order,
A secret green only you and I know.
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I poured sugar in your shoes so I could follow a trail of sweetness.
I was driving to your house with all the windows down and the heat blasting.
You said those are old truths, this is a new truth and we like it better that way.
But I’m an idiot collapsing in the street again. I pushed myself too far.
What do I do?
I got my spirit hooked on a fishline baited with no reason why.
Tie me to the bed but I want to sleep instead if that’s all good with you.
I heard applause coming in from the streets cus that’s what people do when it feels true.
But I’m an idiot collapsing in your arms again I pushed myself too far.
What do I do?
I got my spirit hooked on a fishline baited with no reason why.
I poured sugar in your shoes.
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The Natural Part
01:46
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The natural part in your hair before you comb.
Eye socket into eye socket - bone on bone.
Exclusively tentacle porn.
The sweat on the back mist onto the face,
And my trash is on the floor all over the place.
I got drunk and read The People’s History
Added a Karl Marx museum to a list of places
I’d want to see.
Deciding that romance does not exist with you
Was so romantic to me.
And this is the problem I decided to have
You cut the split ends off my hair
And threw them out in a plastic bag.
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Under the House (Skunks)
02:20
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If I go under the house what will I find?
A family of skunks.
Gathered ‘round
Some garbage for lunch.
Take the things that I don’t want.
Does it make sense?
Does it matter?
Will evil always win?
No, just look at that
Family of pigs.
Rolling ‘round,
They’re so happy.
Why can’t I, why can’t I be?
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Oh, I didn’t know that you were watching,
Always searching for the angels
Coming down from the rafters
And the audience roars
Like you expected
Then sudden silence and
Discomfort but
Look through the windows
All these things they're
Glowing for you and
When you buy them
You feel happy for a sec.
Sitting on the porch at night
I think of all the things I got
I think of all the food I threw away
And when I die I’ll learn
Motion from a shadow and
When I’m born I’ll feel the wind
Blow through the holes in my jeans.
It’s ok I don’t have work today
I still got no time to play.
Sitting on the porch at night
I watch the cars drive by
With their back seats full of balloons
And I thought wow they must be
Having so much fun
And without me
How can I join them?
How can I please them?
Sitting on the porch at night
I saw the archer fall
Down from the tower and
Slam.
Sitting on the porch at night
I shine you with my flashlight
Our own personal spotlight
Sitting on the porch at night.
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Chariots
03:28
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All these chariots where the horses lay dead
Mm and a fist where $30 should have been.
I was waiting for
Something to hold.
Thought I heard a bird call.
The regional decade
The lilies grow like weeds here
But I love it when you make the bed,
The way you come out from underneath.
We got food for life
We got trail of slug
Hot sand to soothe my cold feet
Your grandma had such young teeth.
Wait, no
Cross over him again
Or he might never grow.
Devil sits in the window,
Water smacks on the floor below.
I wish that he would call me over
To feel the weight down at the end of his bed.
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I Put a Crown on You
01:43
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I put a crown on you
And your face was glowing
And your eyes were so blue
I put a crown on you
I put a crown on you
And you shed a glazey tear
And the angles broke through
The ceiling with their horns.
I put a crown on you.
I put a crown on you
When they told me not to
And they said I was a fool
I even stuck it on with glue
I put a crown on you
I put a crown on you.
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Mask
01:31
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Face behind a mask,
Mask behind the fog,
Fog before the windshield
And a face beyond that.
Anything could be a
mask if you tried.
I already decided
I already know why.
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Velcro
03:57
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Everyone's asleep and I don't have a clue what to eat
Who was in the kitchen leaving all the drawers open?
Who bites things and puts them back?
I was waiting for a guide but where does he hide?
There must be some kind of rule
That we all could use.
Vanity loves ritual.
Red velvet, zip-tie, velcro.
Any day could be good.
You write songs and they disappear late at night for no one to hear.
I could hear my voice for the very first time
It was so quiet but that's the way I like it.
There must be some kind of tool
That we all could use.
Vanity loves ritual.
Hand to mouth, zip-tie, velcro.
Any day could be good.
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11. |
Bucket of Gold
04:34
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Our great grandpa had a bucket of gold
Buried somewhere under his home.
A deep image of paradise
Never disrupt the perfect order.
Over and over:
What's real?
A hand reaching towards the sun.
My grandfather's household appliances
Forever stuck on the wrong times.
When i fall asleep with the lights on
What spirit's hand comes to shut them off?
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