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Nixon Peace Fingers
06:11
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Cartwheeling through the workweek
Straightforward you, meandering me
Let’s beg the sunlight to stay,
And hold on to you, not holding me
Plowing through modernity
Correct you, mistaken me
Let’s howl at the sun for a change,
As the breath you loose, enters me
snip the string on this balloon
Let it, fight it’s way through the cold dark afternoon,
Snip the string on this balloon
Let it, fight it’s way through the cold dark afternoon,
Bruised by information
Falling asleep, to bad tv
These parasite parentheses
And walls not of masonry
The disease of right now
Give me a task, I’ll look to succeed
In this kitchen-knife christening,
And slip right through this century
Love is a ball, Lucy won’t let me kick, Taking a fall, I hate that I’ll enjoy it Love is a ball, Lucy won’t let me kick Taking a fall, I hate that I’ll enjoy it
Love is a ball, Lucy won’t let me kick, Taking a fall, I hate that I’ll enjoy it Love is a ball, Lucy won’t let me kick Taking a fall, I hate that I’ll enjoy it
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World War XIII
05:12
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Sunday evening sigh.
There’s that word again why. There’s that word again why.
Never question a compromise.
Or watch the whole thing slide. Watch the whole thing slide.
Ants on a monolith.
Let’s stay busy till we die. Stay busy till we die.
A plush electric chair.
So happy we could cry. So happy could cry.
I lost what I, feared losing.
One more spin on, this wheel of ill fortune It’s a double-helix hangover Sunday night
Sunday evening sigh.
There’s that word again why. There’s that word again why.
Never question a compromise.
Or watch the whole thing slide. Watch the whole thing slide.
Write this down in your Spiderman notebook With your batman pen,
You can never go back again
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3. |
Flip Flop Brunch
01:48
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let’s point our guns at everything, bad brain buzz
and wear camouflage to be seen, bad brain buzz
we’ll order Coke with our sushi, bad brain buzz
two super friendly vikings, bad brain buzz
I’ve got a bad brain buzz, bad brain buzz, for this little love
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4. |
Creepy National Anthem
04:34
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It’s another public transit daydream kind of day That you can’t escape
With your bike-chain brain
Stephen King Nights, Steven Spielberg Afternoons,
When we fell through the stained wool rug, into a whole new living room.
It’s another public transit daydream kind of day That you can’t escape
this plinko fate
The light’s from Love’s, made it hard to see the moon;
I meant to set things right, but tomorrow came too soon
It’s another public transit daydream kind of day That you can’t escape
With your bum rush brain
Milky Way afternoons, star crunch nights Watch the lizards live, help the spiders die,
It’s another public transit daydream kind of day That you can’t escape
This train track fate
Christmas clouds in a summer sky, race those street signs,
You owe yourself some bitter years, when you’re living on tribal time,
These are the continuing voyages Of the fatally flawed human race
As they hurtle through time and space As they hurtle through time and space Surreptitious grins on their faces
Only ever walking in place
And calling it fate
These are the continuing voyages
Of the fatally flawed human race
As they hurtle through time and space As they hurtle through time and space Surreptitious grins on their faces Never ever plotting an escape
And calling it fate
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Super Friendly Vikings
05:57
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I’ve got a bad brain buzz, Bad brain buzz,
From this little love
I’ve got a bad brain buzz, Bad brain buzz,
From this little love
Meet me where I’m going, Sometimes friend.
Meet me where I’m going, I’ll see you then.
I want to hit to hit the day brake And settle down
In the Land of No Memory
Of Proper Nouns
Love should have more syllables
Or a ready vaccine
Warning labels on advertisements, In teen magazines
Semi-colon you,
apostrophe me
Everything we do,
We do half-heartedly
Meet me where I’m going,
I don’t know when.
Meet me where I’m going, Sometimes friend.
The last two sinners alive,
The last two sinners alive
Let’s bring these bodies together The last two sinners alive.
The last two sinners alive,
The last two sinners alive
We see better with the lights out The last two sinners alive.
I’ve got a bad brain buzz, Bad brain buzz,
From this little love
I’ve got a bad brain buzz, Bad brain buzz,
From this little love
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Whiskey King
03:02
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My father voted for the man who killed John Prine. Such little life in this red dirt night.
We hold all our vigils in Indian casino light Steep decline, red river right
Carve me up, here’s a good knife
I guess you love me, I guess I love you too
You could break both hands, pointing to where it hurts I guess you love me, I guess...
Ease the eraser, against my shape
This is what we mean, when we talk about fate
You have to break skin, to see if it bleeds I’m the only alibi, I’ll ever need
Carve me up, here’s a good knife
I guess you love me, I guess I love you too
You could break both hands, pointing to where it hurts I guess you love me, I guess...
Soda Crown for the Whiskey King, Southern Comfort, there’s no such thing.
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World War Eight
05:26
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Your shame is a featherweight, it doesn’t belong in the ring with me.
Window watching the world. Window watching the world. Governed by grief, till there’s no more autonomy.
As the ceiling presses down. The ceiling presses down.
Teach me how to scream. That’s all I really need. Self-control no more. Self-control no more. There is no home team. There’s just you and me. House of dead dreams. House of dead dreams. In loving memory. Of who I used to be.
Your shame is a featherweight, it doesn’t belong in the ring with mine.
Time Chasm, Devouring every action
Time chasm,
Spitting back half a fraction
Time chasm,
Speared by this attraction,
Time chasm
Make a memory out of this passion
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We fell through a rip in the road map.
Ended up in Oklahoma flat on our back.
Leaves shaped like half-hearts on the all of the trees And two trash bags full of memories
I got to quit listening to Elliot smith
. With a black belt in affection why the busted lip? Bleached dollar bill for a bible book mark
You’ll know where to start if you ever start
Hopped up on calories.
And always apologizing
. The shot glass has sprung a leak. This is no time for philosophy
Faded playing card royalty
. You can’t tell between a jack and a king. The shot glass has sprung a leak
. This is no the time for philosophy.
It’s a karma double cross
, came here to get lost.
So have a drink with me tonight.
Our shitty little fairy tale.
May still end up all well,
So have a drink with me tonight
What’s one more atrocity,
In the grand scheme of things, Have a drink with me, tonight
I’ll slit my throat for you,
Raise a best man toast to you
, If you have a drink with me, tonight.
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