1. |
Social Distancing
03:58
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Our temperatures spike in the evening
it melts me from 6 feet away
but carefully we cover this warmth up
from this virus that now rules the day
nothing is lovely, nothing is worthy
everything must now become chaste
a microbial god who plunders our bods leaves love in a pile of waste
could you really see me can you even feel me
did i think this thought or did it think me
did i really love you yes i know it must have been true
blood cells birthed in the presence of flu
social distance, unravel existence
(tug and tear and strip it bare)
social distance, unravel existence
(drill for the heart that's under the layers)
do you think the entire world's ending
if so then let's shelter in place
the enemy's omnipresent
and it knows neither mercy nor grace
everything's thriving, everything's dying
nothing will blot out this truth
a microbial god sets the fuse to the bomb as we watch our entire lives poof
could you really feel me can you even see me
did i think this thought or did it think me
did i really love you yes i know it must have been true
blood cells birthed in the presence of flu
social distance, unravel existence
(tug and tear and strip it bare)
social distance, unravel existence
(drill for the heart that's under the layers)
I feel so filthy I feel so dirty
I haven't showered in 6 whole days
I feel so filthy I feel so dirty
I haven't showered in 10 whole days
I feel so filthy I feel so dirty
I haven't showered in 14 whole days
I feel so good
I feel so bad when i think about you in this way
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2. |
Super Friendz
03:06
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Who are my friends?
I wish they'd show up to my door
I won't let them in
I forgot to sweep and mop the floor
Is it a problem?
You caught me sobbing
caught me confiding
i'm always hiding
my rooms so tidy
why don't you try me?
why don't you find me?
you only spy me
we all must find our super friends
we all must have some super friends
and have them bring about it
and have them bring about our end
who are my friends?
I wish they'd shower me in praise
I'd soak it in
and turn it all into malaise
Is it a problem?
You caught me sobbing
caught me confiding
i'm always hiding
my rooms so tidy
why don't you try me?
why don't you find me?
you only spy me
if they don't come to cut me into pieces
if they don't come to carry me away
if they don't tear small bits off of my corners
and come and sweep away
all the dirt
all the dust
all the dirt
all the rust
all the hurt
all i want is all i need is all i want is more and more super friends!
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3. |
Aerosol Spray
03:57
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aerosol spray
wash it away
first the fresh air in the lungs
then the fresh air in the blood
then the fresh air in the heart
then the warm blood to the arms
to hold on to whatever piece of mind we can find
to hold on to whatever piece of home can define
what we are or what we were
or what we could ever really hope to ever be
these stupid little greedy human thoughts
start overtaking me
aerosol spray
wash it away
(gas through the cracks)
collecting dirt and dust in the filter of acceptable dreams and memories
a gallery of faces and voices I knew blend as long lost friends and enemies
wiping off the windows
wiping off the mirrors
confronted with an ugly truth
the only thing keeping you from me
is me keeping me from you
and I'm done hesitating
just waiting here suffocating
fresh air surrounding
to hold on to whatever piece of mind we can find
to hold on to whatever piece of home can define
what we are or what we were
or what we could ever really hope to ever be
these stupid little greedy human thoughts
start overtaking me
and I am afraid
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4. |
Red Herring
03:44
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Red herring
i was running round in circles
red herring
just for the thought
just for an ideal that i miss
give me a wink and blow a kiss
letting me go
red herring
i was jumping over hurdles
red herring
just for the chance
just for a shot i always miss
give me a wink and blow a kiss
letting me know
I don't know if i will never maybe ever feel good again
I don't know if I can ever ever ever feel good again
Red herring
you came tapping on my shoulder
red herring
just for the twist, pain in my neck
and down my back
now i can't get me any slack
letting me go
red herring
i hear the skipping in my heartbeat
red herring
how can it be real
why can't it be real
at all?
I don't know if i will never maybe ever feel good again
I don't know if I can ever ever ever feel good again
turn the spotlight on
your shadow runs through my fingers
and off my tongue
red herring
i felt the skipping of my heartbeat
red herring
if i could see your face one more time
but i have to serve my time
cause i did the crime
the crime
the crime
the crime
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5. |
Slackjawed
03:03
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I love you
you feel the same
I hold you close
and then we touch the flame
Yes I know I love you so
Evidence is in my slacked jaw
I love you
you love me too
I hold you tight
until we both turn blue
Yes I know I love you so
Evidence is in my slacked jaw
(open mic night poem failure)
I love you
you love me back
I hold you near
and then we fade to black
Yes I know I love you so
Evidence is in my slacked jaw
I love you
you read my texts
you start to pack
and then I act perplexed
Yes I know I love you so
Evidence is in my slacked jaw
Me love you
me do
me love you
it true
(I love you and you loved me and I loved you and you loved me and)
Yes I know I love you so
evidence is in my breaking heart
Yes I know I loved you so
evidence is in my regretful heart
Yes I know I loved you so
Evidence is in my slacked jaw
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6. |
Bad Night Moonshine
03:09
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hands used to feel so warm
eyes used to look so kind
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
laughs used to come right out
shade used to creep so fine
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
carry me
carry me
carry me
a bad night moonshine
feet used to burn a path
hearts used to beat in time
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
things they were understand
time used to be all mine
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
carry me
carry me
carry me
through a bad night moonshine
magic gets drained out of the world
the dreams are limp the limbs are curled
silent trumpets keep banners furled
and i scream
no tongue, no tongue, no tongue
can speak this truth
hands used to feel so warm
eyes used to look so kind
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
laughs used to come right out
shade used to creep so fine
in Babylon
a bad night moonshine
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7. |
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dear, I swear that I'll make it home to you
I've driven all night on coffee and fumes
From here I can see our little world below
From this cliff side, I can see in your window
Punching the wheel, hitting the gas
Taking this turn on Devil's Pass
From this peak God must be judging all life
On hairpin turns I try to perform a jackknife
I I I can't see through this blizzard
I I I can't see through my blinding rage
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8. |
One More Time
04:45
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I don't feel well
and I hear voices rising up from hell
I'm on my knees I start to yell out for more safety please
I'm feeling sick
and i feel forces in my blood run thick
I cross my heart
Miserere mei Deus, mei Deus
We must exalt him, exalt him on high
or else he shoots lightning bolts right out of the sky
(we must praise him x 4)
We must exalt him, exalt him on high
or else he rains fists, fists right from the sky
(we must praise him x 4)
I don't feel good
and I hear rattling come from my hood
I'm on my knees
I start to pray our for more mercy please
I'm feeling pains
and I feel shivers running through my veins
I cross my heart
Miserere mei Deus, mei Deus
We must exalt him, exalt him on high
or else he shoots lightning bolts right out of the sky
(we must praise him x 4)
We must exalt him, exalt him on high
or else he rains fists, fists right from the sky
(we must praise him x 4)
Oh my God here I am again begging you please
Spare my tiny pathetic life oh if you please
I am small made of meat
and you're big made of bombs
I'm so tiny made of meat
and you're huge made out of bombs
God of love or fear or whatever let me live!
God of love or fear or whatever let me swim!
Oh my god oh my god oh my god I feel ill
I have a case of the willies the sillies
and the chills
Oh my god Oh my god my saliva's getting thick
oh my god oh my god oh my god I think I'm gonna be sick
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9. |
Back When There Was Hope
03:05
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back when there was hope
everything was magical, mysterious
boundless and full of wonder
back when there was hope
everything was fun and lackadaisical
adventurous with worlds left to explore
but now we wallow in the slop
waiting for the sword to drop
dreaming dreaming of youth long gone
back when there was hope
everything was bright but comprehensible
shining through and full of novelty
back when there was hope
everything was open, unpredictable
blooming and full of glory
but now we wallow in the slop
waiting for the sword to drop
I've been stuck in Pallet Town x 4
back when there was hope
everything was magical, mysterious
infinite tides of potential
back when there was hope
we could have been heroes
heroes!
look at us now
back when there was hope
I didn't feel so burnt out
I didn't feel so washed out
at all
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10. |
Triumphant Everything
03:29
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quick and deliberate
the arrows pierce the creature's hide
it's crying out in anguish
as hunger fills our minds
praise the gods for this mighty feast of
triumphant everything
oh just to keep you
here in our sights
ready, fire
sharp and deliberate
the knives carve bits out of the flesh
happy tongues move clumsy
over gristle and bone
praise the gods for this mighty feast of
triumphant everything
oh just to keep you
here in our sights
ready, fire
we will make your life ours
(I'm so hungry and tired)
((I don't want to, I don't want to die))
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11. |
Nihil Sub Sole Novum
03:13
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We're not reinventing wheels
we're just pushing them up our hill
day by day and day by day
we're not pushing the envelope
Nihil sub sole novum, sub sole novum, nihil nihil
What can be said to you that hasn't been said before?
You ask me for me ceiling and keep me tied to the floor
Believe and achieve and bleed it out for more
some are here to take their fill, the rest of us to pour
We're not reinventing wheels
we're just pushing them up our hill
day by day and day by day
we're not pushing the envelope
Nihil sub sole novum, sub sole novum, nihil nihil
What can be done for you that hasn't already been done?
Merit is measured out in stress, freedom under the gun
Achieve and believe in all the architects of fun
and shamble round their rotting towns
beneath a dying sun
Store your hopes inside future museums
ghosts of past possessing beg receive them
scorch the earth then seek relief
to grease the gears of pain and grief
then burn baby burn baby burn
We're not reinventing wheels
we're just pushing them up our hill
day by day and day by day
we're not pushing the envelope
Nihil sub sole novum, sub sole novum, nihil nihil
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12. |
It's Going
02:56
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Now I see the game
Billions of people respond the same
Now it all seems clear
Billions of people respond in fear
Now it all makes sense
Billions of people in circumstance
Now I see the truth
Billions of people all go poof
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13. |
Bad Posture Imposter
02:50
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a hectic Monday morning
no Sundays in this place
you must exhibit uniqueness
with a symmetrical face
skin as tough as crushed velvet
passwords for underground
money clothes and genetics
are more important than sound
but I'm a bad posture
bad posture
bad posture
imposter
bad posture
bad posture
bad posture
imposter
bad posture
the flock is wrapped up in leather
the rebels break till they bend
you must exhibit uniqueness
and go along with this trend
pastures already picked through
sheep white as snow
i was a cat in these clothings
but now everyone knows
I'm a bad posture
bad posture
bad posture
imposter
bad posture
bad posture
bad posture
imposter
bad posture
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14. |
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I could write 5 more songs
I could write 10 more songs
I could write 15 more songs
I could write 20 more songs
I could write 5 more albums
I could write 10 more albums
I could write 15 more albums
I should have wrote 20 more album
(scream, repeat)
what makes a life full?
what makes a life empty?
what makes a life full?
what makes a life empty?
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