1. |
Midcentury Split-Level I
02:14
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2. |
White Hat
03:23
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Self-immolation's a hard crutch to lean on
when you're waiting for pity to put out the flames
(my wife and daughter say)
Stinking of petrol match lit over my head
I stared at myself in the puddle I made
(a good and decent man)
Your good manners don't make you a good boy
Every dog slips off the leash at some point
Other people have their own problems
I'm not responsible to solve them
Self-love's a bitter pill to swallow
I know I can, I know that I can
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better
I cannot fuck right cause I've been administered
a creature of habit a product of shame
(If you speak just one word)
Confession for pleasure, the world is my minister
Lay it bear on the alter I'll treasure the pain
(I swear to God I will)
Your good manners don't make you a good boy
Every dog slips off the leash at some point
Other people have their own problems
I'm not responsible to solve them
Self-love's a bitter pill to swallow
I know I can, I know that I can
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better, do better, be better,
Do better, be better
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3. |
Evil Dryer
04:43
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I fell prey to
the evil dryer
ate my quarters and
shrunk my sweater
I've been down
and I've been tired
I've been fed u but nothing like this before
Once again I put
my foot in it
words sound familiar
and smell like dog shit
so put me down
clean my kennel
I've been sick of it all
As the words fall out
of your mouth
Like broken glass
Hitting the ground
Good things don't last
Expected you to stick around
It was nothing that you said,
more that my favorite sweater shrunk
Mixed the whites in with the reds
It's the little things keep adding up
Does it hurt less to lose at the game you've never won?
As the words fall out
of your mouth
Like broken glass
Hitting the ground
Good things don't last
Expected you to stick around
It was nothing that you said,
more that my favorite sweater shrunk
Mixed the whites in with the reds
It's the little things keep adding up
Does it hurt less to lose at the game you've never won?
Like I need a hole in my head
that's how I need the company
cold and numb in the bed
so spare me the lobotomy
I go to bed... at noon.. and wake up...someday
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4. |
A Thing of Beauty
04:20
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Straining their breath through their teeth as they deftly tie
gold rings in ringlets, adorning his head
Hold in adoration the ill-fitting form
between coat-hanging shoulders a body is warm
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
There's silt at the bottom but heaven pours out
When the red-throated bottle unstoppers its mouth
Ash on the carpet and silk on the bed
We're framing the best part and burning the rest
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
But splendor is a brittle thing
The last ship in the navy sinks
With the last sip of another drink
and the lips it slips between
Guilt of the father for sins of the son
Temper gestures of love words of affirmation
Stop gilding the carwreck, the damage's did
If there's something should be said, don't know what it is
A thing of beauty is a joy forever
But splendor is a brittle thing
The last ship in the navy sinks
With the last sip of another drink
and the lips it slips between
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5. |
Interlude
01:32
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6. |
Fistfight
03:50
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Im no talent with my fists
but if you push me I will do my best
Put me to the test
I'm up for it
I'm no good with fighting words
but if you lay a fucking hand on her
I'll put you in the dirt
I'm good for it
Red one gallon can of gasoline
Three dollars buys you lots of power
at the Lukoil machine
Pride can be the death of anyone
Or anything
But honor takes a little boy
and leaves a broken thing
The thing becomes a man with ready hands
Give him a chance
Righteousness buys you lots of power
He says I'm the best man I can be
But you might bring the monster out in me
Mike Wazowski
You're in for it
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7. |
Midentury Split-Level II
02:07
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8. |
Elegy Song
03:49
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At age 15 my father told me that his
father told him that its
true that all men float
six feet off the ground
on the promise of their own immortality
till tethered back down by the
gentle tugging hand
of their semblance staring back from knee-high
At age 16 they gave to me the
keys and permissions to
get behind the wheel
of two thousand pounds of metal and glass
I had the arrogance
to put my foot to the floor
and my luck to the test
I could be crossing state lines in my pickup truck
first man on the job as the sun comes up
I could be lying there on the motel bed
no notice given; dead
but I am not kyle
but I could have been
What do you do when you lose a brother
a cousin, a father a son
for no reason other
than there isn't one
what do you do with the sense that
everything has become senseless and you wanna
cut that cord and float away-
invest in your body as it's your most important belonging
know that error is human and forgiveness devine
recognize there are no good or bad people
we are accumulating balances of the actions of our lives
so be kind
I could be crossing state lines in my pickup truck
first man on the job as the sun comes up
I could be lying there on the motel bed
no notice given; dead
but I am not kyle
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9. |
Exquisite Corpse #3
00:58
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10. |
Slow Bird
03:47
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I am a slow bird, incompetent at flight
I am the last one on the wire
Your prophet disappears
across the shimmering blacktop
Overconfident; but wearing his shoes this time
How come it always feels like
we should have seen it coming?
Baying of the bloodhound
in the dark house next door
Walk by this plant four times a day,
everyday for a week now-
Its brown ugly and shriveled,
I drink water from my jam jar
I feel it really rising up now
It crawls its way inside of my mouth
Its the fear its the fear its the fear
I was surrounded on all sides,
this time they're really closing in
Arms aloft, raised in surrender
Forfeit everything
I was doing really good,
I swear that I don't know what happened
I am the dull fear, I am your mother
waiting in the darkness when you come back home
you hold the knife, and I will make the incision
Hold my breath- pray for mercy in the outcome
I feel it really rising up now
It crawls its way inside of my mouth
Its the fear its the fear its the fear
I was surrounded on all sides,
this time they're really closing in
Arms aloft, raised in surrender
Forfeit everything
I was doing really good,
I swear that I don't know what happened
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