1. |
i don't like you
00:25
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i don't like you
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2. |
fuck effort
00:56
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ice ream
banana peel
warning signs
oxygen packets inside of beef jerky
big foot
nessie
I swear I saw her once
in the back of a van
would you fuck me
hell no
hey you
put on silent
chorus:
if lawn mowers could dream
what would they dream of?
cause every album must
have a title track
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I like Uwe Boll movies
for the principle
he makes more money
then i can and that's alright
the shit stained underwear
won't clean until i
scrub it with my hands
and i don't feel like it
my black heads won't go away
unless i wash my face
and even still i won't
because i can't afford soap
my teeth are itching
to scratch the inside of a pringles can
(chorus x2)
pretzels will dry out my tongue
and the city cut off my water
I was wondering if I could borrow some
cause I'm tire of melting ice
I like Uwe Boll movies
for the principle
he makes more money
then i can and that's alright
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could dig a fat cat
pounding on his drums
and singing his poetry
and could it
ever lead to a controversy
define a generation; does
a time period hold a place
in merriam-webster
and if so, is description
painted by nostalgia
does the black hair and
blue eyes of a maiden fair
cut out past a curtain
of unmasked expectations
because a screen and speakers
told everything I have to remember
chorus:
and can anyone remember
back to '99
I swear back than was a
simpler time
when blood never left my brain
and left my tongue fry
and my teeth were as bright as your eyes
I've never had an appreciation
of abstract art
even now with a cognitive resource
I can't see/smell past an eye/eye
and bingo was never really my game
to much luck
and I have none
except now I can reflect on it
and if the holes in my ears get
any larger and if
my skin gets covered
by any more than my thread sleeves
I don't know what
I'd think of me
if I had a time machine
to the future or the past
chorus
bridge:
I'm a cardboard cut-out
still but moving
even more terrifying
and I prefer cartridges to disks
chorus
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5. |
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Verse 1
There is no more bathroom literature
because cousins learned to read
if they ask me what fuck means
I will show them in interpretive dance
The skin flicks in the cabinet are missing
so I'm spinning the tape into the VHS
if a portion of this is gone than I cannot get off
Chorus
And if the 3rd act is closing
then where was the rising action?
was there ever any action? If so I missed it
if the dam is pouring over
than I'm frothing at the mouth
I get so tired about holding it in
verse 2
if there were ever any stains in the backseat
I cleaned them with a time machine
I'm subject to this moving hand
if this movie ends up boring
me I hope I fall asleep
and that my family doesn't waken me
if they do they might cut me off
or cut me away from me
Chorus x2
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6. |
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Please don't remember
that i was here ten years ago
strewn in pasty skin
taken underground
to hear a scream you
presume to be me I don't
remember being that cruel
I only imprisoned you
BUT STILL you found
way into my bed
broken birds and beaks
elementary school geek alumni
Chorus:
when the robin falls
who gets the worm?
do my interests dwindle?
will I lose my friends?
exchange newt for dog's eye
I swear I can't see well
If I stole from you
I swear it was an accident
and now here I am
15 years later
and I am still held prisoner
am I nature's survivor?
I'm still paddling to shore
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7. |
an ode to blue pants
02:05
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On a day very much like today
my place of residence
was invaded by a presence
that followed me around topeka
and the mall punk store
where no preps go
where posers shop
and no real punks go
ext dot topeka galleria mallenia
a man stops an stares
for no more than a moment
and the thought clings tight
tighter than her blue leggings
she followed him around the country
but she never saw his face
but he always laughed about it
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mostly improv
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the locks have changes
I feel depraved
frail until
can reach the top shelf of the pantry
the closest I've ever come to investment
is my mutant man first edition
and it's just left there in the kitchen
on the top shelf of the pantry
and I fucking swear
I'll remember this
when I'm old enough to curse
and send a chill up my veins
it's because of this reason
that I turned out this way
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10. |
untitiled
01:22
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if I was ever sent
afloat on a sea of sinking feelings
water would breach my hull
and I'd jump ship before
the house band could play their final song
and can I keep this fire burning
fan the flames to keep
whatever cogs there are turning
just keep your head held high
to the northern horizon as we reach the border
red breasted and pale skinned
break from a table high drop like a porcelain
doll; what ever presence you had
threatening but still I cherish your words
and realize there was never a suspicion of malice
if there was any window
I was caged; flew to slow and
caught a wing between the glass and 'sill
but even if given chance I would perch
on the arm of the chair; it's still much safer there
if I were ever sent afloat
on a sea of sinking feelings
water would breach my hull
and my heart and will would be to drenched
to keep any fire I had burning
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11. |
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Verse 1
There is no more bathroom literature
because cousins learned to read
if they ask me what fuck means
I will show them in interpretive dance
The skin flicks in the cabinet are missing
so I'm spinning the tape into the VHS
if a portion of this is gone than I cannot get off
Chorus
And if the 3rd act is closing
then where was the rising action?
was there ever any action? If so I missed it
if the dam is pouring over
than I'm frothing at the mouth
I get so tired about holding it in
verse 2
if there were ever any stains in the backseat
I cleaned them with a time machine
I'm subject to this moving hand
if this movie ends up boring
me I hope I fall asleep
and that my family doesn't waken me
if they do they might cut me off
or cut me away from me
Chorus x2
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