1. |
Anzioo
02:00
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Whatcha say?
Cockroach in my lungs no I’m not breathin’ today
I got the shoes on my hands
I’m gonna do a handstand
And yes I’m creepin, yes I’m comin’ up behind ya
Broken bottle in my hands and I’m gonna knife ya
Been livin’ in my couch with the toe jam belly
Call me Ryan Seacrest eyes glued to the telly
In my mind its funny
But in my liver it burns
And my nose just got runny
And my stomach it churns
So baby get the pacifier
And make way for the pathological liar
He’s kicking babies and eating wires
Cos he lives in my mouth and he never gets tired
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2. |
Juju
03:05
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My bedroom is so cold
Just doing what I’m told
I let the curtains close
And swallow my dose
I rearrange my face
To fill the open space
I walk a faster pace
To know my place
Well you don’t deserve to have her
Cos you put her in a cage
For several hours
While you throw one back and say
You’ve lost all power
And it might come back today
But I know I’ll have to pick her up
And drive her far, far away
Carpet slug infestation
I’m on the radio station
Been using up all my luck
Sucked down the bathtub plug
Well you don’t deserve to have her
Cos you put her in a cage
For several hours
While you throw one back and say
You’ve lost all power
And it might come back today
But I know I’ll have to pick her up
And drive her far, far away
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3. |
The Balancing Act
02:35
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You asked to stay downtown
Where all the big suits puke and frown
And baby I’ve been south
But I think it's getting worse now
Put it in your head and watched you think it
My brainless shit flowing from your nose
I’m so sorry you believed me
But babe that's just how the story goes
I wake up every five minutes
Still laying on the floor of my closet
Feel sick so I cut up all the fabric
Broke my tooth, dulcimer deposit
You promised, already knew you broke it
She’s crapulous don’t know what I expected
Verbatim, television doctors
Now I’ve got to save your children
Beaten in lead foot
Wanna call it a blood sport?
Well I guess you could
The rats are armed to the teeth
Scoop out your pupils so you cannot see
Cut the air so you cannot breathe
In my mind its funny
But in my liver it burns
And my nose just got runny
And my stomach it churns
So I steal a little money
And let the world turn
Cos I lost my fuckin’ honey
Nothing else left to learn
Hanging upside down from a tree
Never ever ever gonna let you sleep
Would you tell it to me
Cos your lies are spilling into the street
Clear out your guts make some room to breathe
Cos the lion in my throat wants something else to see
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4. |
Sommeil
00:50
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5. |
Hellcat
03:30
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i give it what it wants
we’re all so curious
my tongue is too far gone
we’re all so furious
i’m stealing from your spine
my teeth have become tusks
i want to be airborne
head to the blood store
cotton queen
no days clean
cotton queen
no days clean
i’ve been sleeping a long time
my priorities are all in line
i’ve been sleeping a long time
when will everything fall in line
eat bare bones in my house
the words you picked are in my mouth
and i dont wanna leave
no i dont wanna tell you who to be
i’ve been sleeping a long time
my priorities are all in line
i’ve been sleeping a long time
when will everything fall in line
eat bare bones in my house
the words you picked are in my mouth
and i dont wanna leave
no i dont wanna tell you who to be
i contravene my car
to keep the future far
i only like me when i’m seeing stars
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6. |
No Seats
03:05
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When your fingernails turn yellow
When your hair begins to thin
When your lips go blue and purple
When your sin received you and you’ve waded into
The designation
A broad some of people
Lay it all on me child
We can drive anywhere you’d like
Lay it all on my child
You can sleep anywhere tonight
When your teeth are aching
And the cavities come in
I will pay for your gas
We can hold you in
Lay it all on me child
We can drive anywhere you’d like
Lay it all on me child
You can sleep anywhere tonight
Heading back to mayberry in the morning
I will bring you anything you need
I can give you things to keep you sleepin’
We can go swimming
Lay it all on me child
We can drive anywhere you’d like
Lay it all on me child
You can sleep anywhere tonight
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7. |
Teletype Writer
03:29
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Paradigm
I love to see you at peace but not all the time
All the time
Business laugh
I sign my contracts with a spyrograph
A graph
Antlers pointed towards the ground
And my voice is your favorite sound
So rip the paint off the walls
Eyes plastered to the sides of the stalls
Teletypewriter
You’re gonna spite her
Hit your head hard
Don’t tell noone
Getting late
Even if you make it home we’ll have to pay
Spare change
Tell me so
I wonder where you are when you go
You’re speakin’ slow
Antlers pointed towards the ground
And my voice is your favorite sound
So rip the paint off the walls
Eyes plastered to the sides of the stalls
Teletypewriter
You’re gonna spite her
Hit your head hard
Don’t tell noone
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8. |
Crane Brain
04:02
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crane brain
ive got the crane brain
yes i do
crane brain
ive got the crane brain
how bout you?
little susie comes home and she walks inside
and sees mommy stab daddy with a pocket knife
she said "why'd you do it mommy? he was so nice!"
she said baby im just trying to save you from all the lice
thats called a crane brain
shes got the crane brain
yeah she do
crane brain
ive got the crane brain how bout you?
when youre all alone walking down a busy street
and your nails fall out of your goddamn feet
screamin "why oh why does it always happen to me?"
well im sorry kid, thats just how the universe speaks
thats called the crane brain
its got the crane brain yes it do
crane brain
its got the crane brain how bout you
anybody in this crowd who looks at me funny
ill kill your mama and your papa
then steal all of your money
you wanna be the pop culture connoisseur
pluck out all their eyes with my verbatim chord lure
cuh cuh cuh crane brain
we've got the crane brain yes we do
crane brain
we've got the crane brain
we know you do too
yes susie's mom's got it
yes the universe has got it
yes your mama papa daughter
your entire family got it
we got the crane brain
and thats okay
cos we're all alive
and we're lovin today
be thankful
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9. |
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i wish my hair was as long as yours
burnt blondes fallin down to the floor
sink to smear skin stained all orange
it’s never about why he locked the door
you don’t know why you don’t care
there’s still acid in my hair
swollen sunken hours fair
it’s only been minutes you swear
hang up phones and photos
glass case, half shame
sprinting
full force, my knees
screaming
split shake, split shake
take me somewhere i can’t see
i can’t control the solar sneeze
pass along the things you feel
money bundles, flesh film reels
crisp air cold it doesn’t hurt
the ache comes later, knuckles turned
coffee tastes like pencil shaving
gagging, grasping on the pavement
i’m scared of her because she’s dead
flowers can’t reclaim the lead
touch the fingertips so cold
i am never getting old
hang up phones and photos
glass case, half shame
sprinting
full force, knee bones
screaming
split shake, split shake
it doesn’t matter when you go
it takes time for you to know
told me to write about how much i hate you
it’s that time of the hour
put on the show
put on the show (x2)
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10. |
Contrition Hymnal
02:55
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you do it for your country
you do it for your god
you do it for the slaughter of the novels taking place in your backyard
you do it for your parish
you do it for your occupation
you do it for the little boys and girls who want to be evaluated
you do it for the douches
you do it for the pricks
you do it to choose all the big bedazzled hymns that make you sick
you do it for Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F.
now don't you feel just like an insect?
im running past my repentance
your hands are so relentless
im painting my contrition
with all my fingers bleeding
and when i hear that sound
the sun comes falling down
I like to spin around
until i have been found
my dreams last all night long
they're filled with siren songs
and when you ask to stay
I know you're leaving anyway
don't tell me what to do
when your kids aren't right with you
your soul has left your skull
I blame parental pull
together forever
something we won't remember
bird-feeding from the rafters
cue the canned laughter
its so funny babies don't you see
well it's not fucking funny to me
you chase your tails
and track your scat
your eyes swing and eat his bats
im running past my repentance
your hands are so relentless
im painting my contrition
with all my fingers bleeding
and when i hear that sound
the sun comes falling down
I like to spin around
until i have been found
my dreams last all night long
they're filled with siren songs
and when you ask to stay
I know you're leaving anyway
don't tell me what to do
when your kids aren't right with you
your soul has left your skull
I blame parental pull
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11. |
The Tale of Pagan Ware
02:10
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He was seething in the dark
Caught rambunctious
You were fleeing from the start
Your brain kneeling, falling apart
Smugly he filled your heart cart
Lucky girl, lucky boy
Fell in love to the sound of his bovine
Tummy girl, stomach boy
He knows right, right where you go
His love it bloats
Oh his love
It bleats like the goats
He can’t go on without a fever
No proof required to believe her
Taste the floor and what he left there
No chemical can make the game fair
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12. |
Citrus Convocation
00:50
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13. |
Pamplamoose
04:31
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Hounds follow those who feed them
Their centers saturated
The citrus convocation
The buses stuff the station
My shoes stick to the carpet
The secret in my pocket
A spiral of the hypo
It all just goes where I go
Take my time in the morning
I’m afraid of the tub
The air is stuck and standing
The gasoline resistance
I can’t see you
I can’t feel you
I can’t see you
I can’t feel you
Scream for severed places
Into styrofoam faces
Spy the co created
Final resting naked
The special injection
To spread infection
But simple textures
They bother questions
My home is vacant
My dog is waking
He signs the paychecks
And lost the races
The spigot’s spraying
My mama’s praying
We’re sleeping on the floor
Your body’s getting bored
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