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Fit Conniption
02:47
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the trees outside? they’re still barren!
my dead child is still in heaven!
watch out gotta run from the future
got my fingers in the past, gotta keep ‘em there
can’t relate to the pain that you’re feeling
no idea where you got that idea
I don’t want your sympathy
but I could use the money
the trees outside? they’re still barren!
my dead child is still in heaven!
watch out spilled something on the carpet
chilly down when you’re dating an idiot
got a notion to compel? don’t believe it!
you got a secret? well, why don’t you squeal it?
I don’t want your sympathy
but I could use the money
And you don’t mean nothing to me
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I look in the mirror
see my greatest enemy
not what i wanna see
it’s what stares back at me
put all of your trust in me
do you feel everything
so when i start to sing
ignore that deeper sting
(and to think)
to be weird like me
like everything you’ve wanted to be
we’re set free from the beasts
from the lazy chains they cast over me
(you and me!)
we’ve been around the block
it hasn’t made us soft
they say just punch the clock
but i don’t give a
shirk responsibility
see what it means to me
be what you gotta be
ignore the worst of the dreams
(and believe)
that you could be weird like me
like everything you’ve wanted to be
we’re set free from the beasts
from the lazy chains they cast over me
can’t you see i believe what i be
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3. |
Bummer Girl
03:30
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waiting up in my bedroom late at night
twirl the phone round my fingers and kick my feet
do ya really think that’s what the picture’s like
when im down in the swamp of my wet sheets?
i think you stink, boy
this why you called me?
buy me a drink? sure
take me home? why not
i guess i made up my mind
i’m not much but im // i’m not much but well
i dont wanna be your bummer girl
i dont wanna be the one you call at midnight
i dont wanna hear your stupid voice, man
you got another shoulder? you can’t use mine!
walking home in the middle of the night
stumbling down some street i’ve never seen
i hear another car pullin’ up beside
i think i’m sure, shit, it’s close enough
spill my guts on the floor of your bedroom
spill whatever else you’re thinkin’ of
call the police, no
i can’t believe you
i’ve had enough, boy
take me home? why not
i guess i made up my mind
i’m not much but im // i’m not much but well
i dont wanna be your bummer girl
i dont wanna be the one you call at midnight
i don’t wanna hear your stupid voice man
you got another shoulder? you can’t use mine!
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Lunar Loon
03:53
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say hello to the man on the moon
if you give him a kiss then he’ll grant you a wish
i have stared in to his eyes
and i have asked if we’ll ever get to climb up his face
i want to believe that we’ll reach for the stars once again
further out deeper in than we’ve been before
if you don’t think we ever landed
on the moon then i have news for you
don’t you think in ’68 stanley K had better things to say
than stage a play
i tell you that he definitely did my friend
i beg you not to poison it with disbelief
i want to believe that we’ll reach for the stars once again
further out deeper in than we’ve been before
i sat alone day dreaming of the god apollo
as he reached his arm into the sky
and plucked the moon in his perfect hands
and i smiled, because we’d done it ourselves
don’t you think it’s kind of incredible
that we set our sights as high as Apollo
and don’t you think that it’s a miracle
that we really pulled it off we really made to the moon
if we did something like that then whose to say
we can’t do anything at all?
i want to believe that we’ll reach for the stars once again
further out deeper in than we’ve been before
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Fate has ordained that the ones who went
To the moon to explore in peace
Will stay on the moon to rest in peace
in ancient days we looked at the stars
and saw our heroes in the constellations
in modern times we do much the same
but our heroes are just flesh and blood
others will follow and surely find their way home
our search will not be denied, but they were the first
and they will remain the first in our hearts
in ancient days we looked at the stars
and saw our heroes in the constellations
in modern times we do much the same
in their exploration they stirred
the people of the world
to feel as one
they bind more tightly every human being
who looks up at the moon
in the nights to come will know
that there is some corner of another world
that is forever for our kind
in ancient days we looked at the stars
and saw our heroes in the constellations
in modern times we do much the same
but our heroes are just flesh and blood
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Pobrecita
03:20
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i can’t shake the feeling that I may not be meant to thrive
but I just can’t accept that pull
i dreamt about a future where it’s not a chore to stay alive
but I don’t know where to go
my poor dimension will you bend for me
my deep depression will you end in me
the pobrecita that’s inside of me
inside the world it’s made of scrambled eggs and horror films
and I dont have a fork to use
and face the madness in the words that do the work for you
it’s just a desperate excuse
and settle with the phrases that lack meaningful ingredients
and settle for internal truth
my poor dimension will you bend for me
my deep depression will you end in me
the pobrecita that’s inside of me
i hold a candle to the open sky
to fill my self with calm and
i saddle up a horse and ride at dawn
to somewhere I don’t know and
i figure out the answer when I
get a moment just be patient
i need to moment to gather up
my feelings of the current day
but I don’t know what to do
i’ve seen a kind of future and I
can’t escape the weight of it and
crawl out from the rock I put myself underneath
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7. |
Dumb Prism
02:24
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getting walked around concrete academia
walking by the colleagues of a professorial father
he says “this my son and this is his girlfriend?”
who expected introductions could wind up so gendered
yeah yeah yippee yeah yeah yeah yippee yeah
living in a teenage prison of identity
seeing through the prism of gender with my family
they threw away the key to the closet where they stuffed me
didn’t we go over all of this already
yeah yeah yippee yeah yeah yeah yippee yeah
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
yeah yeah yippee yeah yeah yeah yippee yeah
bursting at the seams
really fed up with the scene
can’t you stop saying HE
these pronouns aren’t a fantasy
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8. |
Down Town Drive
03:19
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what do you want
if you could keep the day anew
born again in your stereo arcade
driving around downtown
where will go next
what do you want to do
who do you kiss
stayed up all night
now you can’t think to save a life
but its all okay
you’ve got the night to look forward to
driving around downtown
where will go next
what do you want to do
who do you kiss
oh, now that you know you wanna do
what do you want to do
who do you wanna see
what do you wanna be
where are you gonna be
tonight?
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Cranium
03:29
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i can’t believe it’s over
you’ve stuck around for ages
i’ve kept this flame forever
you sent me torn up pages
this has to stop
i’m running out
of my patience
stop! give me time
i didn’t come to compromise
go! if you please
i summon love in ones and threes
stop! give it here
there’s nothing that i hold too dear
go! on get down
i’ll bottom out, just let me drown
right back down
let me drown
in my flower crown
i held to old believings
tied up in old misgivings
i hoped for messages
out of dependences
i can’t be stopped
there’s no end in sight
to my devotion
filled to bursting
stop! give me time
i didn’t come to compromise
go! if you please
i summon love in ones and threes
stop! give it here
there’s nothing that i hold too dear
go! on get down
i’ll bottom out, just let me drown
let me drown
let me drown
in my flower crown
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The Creeps
02:41
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i see you in the middle of the road,
i taste blood and i think of home,
night comes so i got to go,
and your shadow reaches up from below.
no one here is gonna get ahead,
i feel your face slick and soft like lead.
so i twist and i twist and i turn
in the middle of the bed
at the thought of you in blood red.
fear flies fast in with the wind.
it hold me to the wall it makes me spin.
night comes so i got to go,
and your shadow reaches up from below.
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11. |
The Dragon's Litany
03:14
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now see the breadth of my terror
at the world going outside
or staying in i won’t choose
you can’t make me, no
soaring bird
now hear the word of the sailor
death to the world it is unfair
i made a list of everyone i’ve wronged
when i list i think of nothing else at all
i drew a sword out of the ground
and named it for my guilt
i live in fear that one day i will write your name
down on this list i cannot help but
stoke this fear
the notes of care
for chance of sorrow
a crucible
death- this is what you were made for
open arms and embrace Death-
this is what you were made for
open arms and embrace Death
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12. |
Metrobolist
04:31
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i part the curtains of my lambskin tent and i set out to the beach
as i set out i feel the crunch of glass beneath my steel boots
it’s from the heat of global devastation hanging in the air
so i start ambling into the raging sea of blood
roll up your sleeves
take a look at your arms
it’s just the remnants of our dying planet getting used to this
it’s the course of human history, we’re winding down at last
it’s just the withered husk time and human invention
it’s just the way i think the world should end but don’t listen to me
roll up your sleeves
take a look at your arms
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Snaggletooth!
04:14
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i lifted up my skirt and shook the landscape out
i shake the spit and say “it’s hard to be a girl”
they tried to fix my teeth, but i wouldn’t let them
a snaggletooth don’t matter, it character they say
want me, need me now, see me here, feel me up
i scrape against the flesh, and put my lips back on
i wish I felt the yearning, i wish i felt the pain
i grind the feelings out, i let the missing in
it’s the name I chose, it’s the name i say
they tried to fix my teeth, but i wouldn’t let them
a snaggletooth don’t matter, it character they say
can i be, no. will i be, no. never be, no. maybe be, no.
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14. |
A Home Atop The Hill
03:59
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i said it’s my birthday
you drag yourself along by my side
i said well, this is what i want and you
stamp your feet, kick the dirt
an animal, just leave me alone
you said it’s my birthday
so you climbed on top of me
made your home atop the hill
your face curled up, a rictus bared
in a dried up well you said i had to
ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo,
you said i had to
after hopping off you fell asleep in five minutes
i invite you to my birthday dinner now your head hurts
all my friends were there they asked me where you were
i mimed a bong rip as i told them about your headache
i walked home by myself
at midnight i had nothing left
without a birthday your excuses get desperate
and you always say i have no choice
pin me down and tie my feet and look me in the eye
i stamped my feet, i kicked the dirt
an animal, just leave me alone
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Water IV
07:02
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i can’t believe i made it so far
without thinking of a moonlit public park
my mind a tangle of conflicting memories
the orange sliver of streetlights up against trees
and still i lay here among the ghosts in my head
have i the right to stake a claim upon your youth
don’t think i do cos it’s the hardest kind of truth
and i remember when i heard
about the way you watched your father die
out in the ocean
what a fucked up thing to see
hope it’s the last time that i’ll sing this kind of song
i’ve spent so long getting your traumas in line
and when i see you down my parent’s street
when did we meet? i can’t remember the night
it shouldn’t worry it’s just an old story
but i remember when i heard
about the way you watched your father die
out in the ocean
what a fucked up thing to see
inch of ribbon with your name
left within a box sent from my mother
some accidental
way to keep me from forgetting
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if you call on the black
the witch will sneak to your heart
and if you tear out your heart
the blood will form in your mind
and in your mind will be treason
in your soul will be flesh
and in the flesh will be reason
the logic of Words, i cried
language—does death’s pear hold your heart?
deep in the night
out in the dark
now we must watch
S K E L E T O N D A N C E
symbols in oil
thin bells in water
ring out the tide
fade out the night
and if the logic is failing then put yourself on the tracks
and if the train is derailing then you stick to the dawn
and if the dawn never comes then is there anything left?
and if the answer is “no” then i have finished my job
it’s only language— does death’s pear hold your heart?
language— it can tear you apart
language— still in the heart
language— burning your house
language— is despair in your heart
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