Pure Plush Bone Cage

by Turtlenecked

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1.
Intro 00:57
huh huh huh ooh
2.
when i think i am free to sing my words trip on the wetness of my lips oh boys in frustration with nonexistent limitations still he gets a pass i see beheadings in masks on hdtvs as surreal as it seems no-one wants to misspeak and i would know i wouldn’t even dream of such polemics america in epidemic i am perturbed a bottle and my t-shirt scarlet amniotic all the words i still slur on hdtvs on hdtvs
3.
looking in the mirror to see if you looked at me who looked at you no one, specifically the world only gets smaller and then you become a stranger a stranger to yourself an unknown complainer new york calls to me all 8 million at once an overdose of sorts no eyes to feed or want san francisco exiled me the fruit that ate the females a flaming sword held aloft to strike me when my pen fails the paranoia in context i always stutter when i speak no one hears or sees my body covered in bleach looking in the mirror
4.
half-stoned half asleep im hallucinating 16 japanese cheeks in a haunted house one is bit by another the culinary lover climb under your covers in a haunted house head's a watermelon thinking of little lemons once 8 now there's only 7 in a haunted house im the feline it's my green eye mattress of mine it's the haunted house
5.
Vile 02:06
you are the white lily on the coffee creamer package and i the fingers peeling off your fragile sealant the syrupy white inside, cloying to my lips so compels and disgusts me i forget you hide a sore udder's excretions ripe for infection i lap it all up
6.
Mondrian 01:49
still just a pervert and i tend to revert to falling down use me for what im good for call me up to your door i wont hang around charlie told me i can't paint like mondrian worse than broken records at moving on still i sit with my pen and page to twist our lukewarm romance into a much more tired cliche charlie told me i can't paint like mondrian worse than broken records at moving on from anything i dont know what i want to dream about charlie told me i can't paint like mondrian worse than broken records at moving
7.
he could be drunk on coke and rum hurling forwards his heart is numbed she is a mirror that reflects the light never goes out, but i wished that it might when he lies slain he ululates "i am not dead, it’s but a sprain” she holds the light that i can’t understand she chips the marble and touches my hand no joke i'm the sorority sister off a 2 dollar 40 oz who’s getting wasted to a copy of nervous breakdown she is a mirror that reflects the light never goes out, but i wished that it might she holds the light that i can’t understand she chips the marble and touches my hand
8.
covered by a sheet from 5 stories above i still saw the hands though cleaned of all the blood opening a door or shutting on your fingers that bone was protruding and the memory lingers white milk hot gore cease and desist red licorice shattered teeth open jaw casket closed no one saw come until you die, go take a picture of yourself why go outside, why care about your health tell me what you said time permits everything ill keep it like a secret ill hide it if i mean it shattered teeth open jaw casket closed no one saw maybe it return maybe i will burn there will come a day but i won’t fade away
9.
Weakling 01:37
you've all been so strong so kind i've been so sorry
10.
Raspberry 01:46
let it be killed let it feel that dying sensation you beat the drums uncanny tribal vibrations lying in livid sheen naked and incomplete wanton lemon lips spat in my mouth i swallowed it all you knew that i had been around raspberry clothes and the black tooth of the pencil I lied I lied meaning nothing died I lied I lied meaning nothing died
11.
The Whip 01:58
i dont like that i scream ice cream i dont like when say what you mean eat you up wanna fuck the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip the whip i look down and see it in my hand pretty problems put them in my plans bloodlet upset regret pretense lament im spent
12.
panera towns obscenely content with ligament leads splitting heads palms are read like protection spells an electric stun for stalin’s son literature buried and sometimes burned hospice garages in newborn mirages the saviors taunt by luminous white belief’s steps from hell i know all too well that ship will be dragged over the mountain in time laziness laying waste to the days in a line you will not remove you will not construe this black mass of nails this black wreath of flails fuck it all cut the ropes rejecting consolation longing to elope between mondegreen and milquetoast between fetal bodies and drunken boasts I’m terribly nervous for you to come over inescapable, it must be all this kitsch, so lovely you want my body? then take it! tear off my clothes and with it my skin! the astroturf lawns the melting pink face the emerald collar trimmed with milky lace hideous performance that sparkling gaze forgetting the lines just throw it all away i am a security camera watching from the corner playing back old tapes the film becoming rearranged cigarettes and sycophants laborious new firebrands pituitary glands for every woman, every man marching bands… marching bands… weaving hands weaving hands your xylophones your student loans your lies and lays your brightest days godless deathbed onions and chives fingers touched while still alive you’ve been married all along you’ve been married all along you’ve been married all along you’ve been married all along sloppy bliss in a split lip kiss split lips mend to tear again you will not remove this black mass of nails you will not construe this black wreath of flails

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released August 19, 2016

Performed and recorded by Harrison Smith
Mixed by Harrison Smith and Jesse Robertson
Mastered by Jesse Robertson
Artwork by Sydney Chen

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