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Our Love is Senile
03:54
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So now she's turning a corner
Wants to leave me again
Thought it's sad, I really should warn her
You can only break up so many times
Before losing us to absurdity
Without becoming farcical
She said, "How can we continue
If you're telling the truth and I still don't believe you?"
So now she's getting tired
Wondering if it's a peak or precipice
And just how to labor forward
When her man is a mess and never there
Though it’s sad being apart
But it's much worse together in silence
Because more than just stability
We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything
Our love is senile
Or like a blind child bumping into walls
Say it's not guilt keeping us together
How can we support each other's wills?
Our love is senile
Like we don't recognize each other
Somehow we've relapsed to being strangers
We’re scuttling the tiles in our sacred realm
Now it's time to play the socialist
And protect our little chick
From our problems and confusion
This evasiveness is no solution
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2. |
Obviousatonicnuncio
03:01
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There's not really a name for what we are
Or how they devalued the flesh of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right wild teens having fun
Nobody’s baby breath
Could you lend me volume just to dance somebody better come too loud
She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected
You’ve relaxed back to a losing way you’re a lovely game everybody plays ya
How many moves should I erase?
Just the aborted centuries and the superstitious ones are the best
The body is quick to forgive, where the spirit's only vengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
And desire is arachnidan
I will video your liberation from the cycle of some sara
In my empire of negation there's no humbling nativity and I'm raving without one
Though I don’t breathe them
There woke me up strange dream like I want to be your pregnant wrestler
up to celebrate your creepy black licorice servant's long milk tits
Or seeping models on scaley moist pagers pages from the Planned Parenthood cut from eldery console
Robitussin kissed the brain and the gloves’ heart is changing
(Killer catholic boy wearing a black mask!)
Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious, quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our fluids on public display
Lions head was the reporter’s mask
I’ve been calling it glove thing metastasis
There’s still so many deaths in us it should really be a good motivator
But there are volumes of women like verse that simply must unhinge me first or forbid the pregnancy
And that’s not happening
You are such a killer, wasted one
You are such a killer, million dollar hit
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3. |
Sails, Hermaphroditic
03:33
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I've been trying to be your friend forever
I just knew we had so much in common
Champagne and strawberry pancakes for an after sex snack
Yes you are a thriller but I'm not your ride
Besides I'm out of tickets, and where's your pride?
If I could Dr. Frankenstein (Dr. Funkenstein) the world (if I could change your mind)
Start this bitch anew
I would change the shit out of you
I broke a window and then passed out in your car
Just then we shared spiritual hallucination
This synth solo 'bout to pay my bills
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4. |
Steppin' Out
02:35
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I'm the wrong color but I'm on the one
Wish I wasn't human wish I was a bop gun
Get off me babe, I'm not your ride
Besides, I'm out of tickets and I mean, where's your pride?
It's not so terrible bein’ alone
There's nothing to hurt you, except your own
Somebody just date raped to get to me know me
Speech impediment like let's make macaroni art
Heart in a furnace, got your learner's permit
Now you're prego wondering should you should full term it
Should you get extensions or maybe just perm it
Treats you like a pervy switch, he likes to catch can’t really pitch
He's such a bitch about humidity because now his weave’s all fucked up
Tucked you in with a bedtime story, act all whorey, sports fantasy ‘bout Robert Horry
Three feet mouth on your teet like a little tyke
I always show respect to the sluts and the dykes
And the freon boys and a banned agenda motherfuck D.O.M.A baby never surrender
You’ve been a fag hag for too long
Time for steppin’ out in your front thong (step out)
Get off me babe, I’m not your ride
Besides, I’m out of tickets and I mean, where’s your pride?
It’s not so terrible to be alone
There’s nothing to hurt you, except your own
I'm the wrong color but I'm on the one
Wish I was a chameleon wish I was a bop gun
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5. |
Hindlopp Stat
04:32
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I want to live in an elephant coma
I want a second chance, sweet, sweet second chance
Dropped your glasses in the toilet
Punched the mirror in the restaurant bathroom
She likes boys, boys who wear cologne
She lets them take her home to her place
Mess up her face
Doctor arrests you for getting sick
Puts you away for a long time
Says you'll be released when you're better
But they didn't ever come
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6. |
Partizan Terminus
02:00
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So we've been clinging to us, one hand on the edge
Shit, don't you think I know this planet is an orphanage?
Deep abandonment issues at our core
But if not each other, what the hell else do we have to really live for, my love?
I gave my second heart, my second youth to you
What do you think it will feel like if we're really through?
And you stay here, I'll find a new home
Death like Holiday City, vacant cinemas all alone
I don't know if all the magic is gone
But we can rediscover each other, I mean, is it really so crazy to believe?
Or we could change this trip to one night
If we could just forgive each other for, you know, being each other
And then we’ll…
We’ll be shocked like, what happened?
Well go ahead and shock me what happened? What happened?
How’s it all happening now?
Like we thought our thing was dead but
Here are all the stained glass ornaments getting all smashed overhead
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7. |
Georgie's Lament
04:15
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I can only get it up for you
It doesn't work for any other girl
Introduce a demonic symbol
A bayonet to the ear (yes, that's perfect)
Make me over meta-human
You asymmetrical editors to fantasies or slave uprising
I'll try to match your enthusiasm for Franco diversions
I put down my book at a disturbing chapter
They put the feather in my mind but it's not what I'm after
I'm just looking for some mystic inspiration
Caution flag, accident ahead
They ??? to my vision, ???
We are blind to our pillars, still they life our independence
Caution me if I'm going back to the ?mantle? please
Still I await your long exposure
I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream
If you really cared about me, you wouldn't flirt with my parole officer
No, you wouldn't scratch my Issac Hayes
Now my cock is so torn up about it
If you really cared about me, you wouldn't hide my stash
No, you wouldn't flush my Billy Dee Williams
Sold my favorite kid into slavery
Sold my most beloved child to the streets
Everybody hated for me it, but they don't even count
Why should I care how they feel
When they're not even cool to me?
It's a party
There ain't nobody here but me
All my friends are stuck at home watching TV
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8. |
Jan Doesn't Like It
02:50
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Jan doesn't like it when they enter the apartment through his head
Come play with my erection, can't you see that it's standing at attention?
I'm amenable to a personal inspection, I've come to pay respect to your 32 perfections
You're never gonna get to Jannah killing dreams like that
For we’ll see that it just never happens
I met your friend at the festival, he asked me why I was so pretentious
As I was being interviewed, I was thinking
"My god, don't they always pick the wrong time to try and break your heart?"
Everybody seems so critical
He started shaking 'cause he realized that we were so alike
Like those sister-skinny kids who are always making scenes out of nothing
Yeah, so anyways I guess we're friends now
It's a knocked up slut kind of afternoon and the cannibal cord goes up your heart
They only shoot dead people now
They said they only shoot them after they're dead
The ram has touched the wall
The ram has touched the wall
The ram has touched the wall
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10. |
Tender Fax
03:15
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Stop dreaming of me dying in violent ways
Can't you see it makes me paranoid?
With you it's always violence smashed to cinders
With you it's always memories, last chance to winter
Some were brave, yeah, you can be brave and try to explain but
I feel the crime (like crying?) and I don't know why
Your smile was processed in every other frame
In the druggie strobe stop action effect
Your attitude is impossible to dance to
I hate myself when you touch me
I wanna ??? you with the killer's ideas
??? in my physical heart ??? movements
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11. |
Psychotic Feeling
02:56
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How can it be done? How can we escape from this indigent state?
We've tried for so long, but now I'm afraid it might happen too late
I get the sense you look at me like some distant star
I never really could accept how taciturn you are
But why does it feel like the choir is reeling?
And the conductor is weeping
It's such a psychotic feeling
I wish I could talk, I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide
I wish that you knew how completely I am struggling inside
Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them
When you start to understand how cynical I am?
But can you say it doesn't feel like the skeleton is melted?
And the wallpaper is peeling
It's such a psychotic feeling
Faster, faster, faster, I want to come back to you
But my head is so full of this horrible light
It just attacks, I can't fight back
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12. |
Alter Eagle
02:32
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I went to Lille
Saw Clash of the Titans
Cracked the egg I was born in
There was nothing inside it yet
Just a face for a name I forget
Hold my place while I
Check my style in an eagle shaped mirror
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for some neon prescription glasses
that, you know, will glow when all the lights are out
when I am trying to quantify the weight of God.
Wait, I'll wait
I Check my style in my eagle shaped mirror
I Check my style in my eagle shaped mirror
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13. |
Kristiansand
02:58
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I am a Christian son
They tried to fuck my mind
And then threw a fit
Because they could not impregnate it
I am a Christian son
They tried to fuck my mind
And then lost their shit
Because they could not castrate it
I don't want to grow fat with you suckers
Why do you try so hard to seem the same?
You're not going to vanish if you step out of line
You screwed me down when I was younger
I didn't know that all along
It was you that had it all wrong, yeah, yeah
I am a Christian son
They tried to fuck my mind
And then threw a fit
Because they could not impregnate it
I am a Christian son
They tried to fuck my mind
And then lost their shit
Because they could not castrate it
I don't want to grow slow with you suckers
Don't want to play your game of mirror reflection
You're not going to vanish if you stand on your own
You told me up when I was younger
I didn't know that all along
It was you that had it all wrong, yeah, yeah
You step on all my books
You hurt me
Can you hear me?
I am a Christian son
They tried to fuck my mind
And then threw a fit
because they could not impregnate it
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14. |
Micro University
02:48
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I look at you and I see micro university
The graying cracks of post committal formal conversation
Most empower for his mutant mental hesitation
It's a meta drain before the haitians
Mental head to drain before the haitian
Patience everything's a drain
I want to live like a box of matches
Conflagration and I hope it catches
I want to die just like a china cup
Don't look at BP because he's throwing up
I look at you and I see micro university
The female eunuchs and I know nothing really changes
Mother nature's still a mental head her deadly faces
Office cased a wealth of our creations
People piling paranoid creations
Patience everything's a drain
I want to live like a box of matches
Conflagration and I hope it catches
I want to die just like a china cup
Don't look at BP because he's throwing up
I look at you and i see micro university
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I hate people who think they knew me when
As if I was once true and now am false
A personality is a progression
Some wild twisting beast that never stops escaping from itself
In the ghetto of winter
I traced my hand on a placemat
Drew your face with my eyes closed
Pretended I was eating with Murakami
Pretending I was making him laugh
I just don't know how to feel
I just don't feel
But I wouldn't even notice
No, I wouldn't have any reason to care
If not for your complaints
I know that I make you unhappy
Okay but what can I do?
I wasn't created just for you
Not just for you
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16. |
Noir Blues to Tinnitus
05:18
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The celebration has ended
And now no one will compare
I'll be searching for you in everyone
But you won't be there
No, you won't be there
No, you won't be there
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17. |
Expecting to Fly
03:43
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There you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether
I should wave goodbye, knowin' that you'd gone.
By the summer it was healing, we had said goodbye.
All the years we'd spent with feeling ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry.
I tried so hard to stand
But I stumbled and fell to the ground.
So hard to laugh as I fumbled
And reached for the love I'd found, knowin' it had gone.
If I never lived without you, now you know that I'd die.
If I never said I loved you, now you know that I'd try,
Babe, now you know I'd try.
Babe, now you know I'd try,
Babe.
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