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Intro
00:57
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huh huh huh
ooh
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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
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3. |
Paranoia in Context
01:45
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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
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4. |
Feline / Haunter
01:20
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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
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5. |
Vile
02:06
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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
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6. |
Mondrian
01:49
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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
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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
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8. |
Cease and Desist
02:05
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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
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9. |
Weakling
01:37
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you've all been
so strong
so kind
i've been so sorry
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10. |
Raspberry
01:46
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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
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11. |
The Whip
01:58
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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
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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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