1. |
Phage
06:44
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solipsistic swollen cyst
colic driven singing kiss
fairly putrid hemorrhage
sacrilege in ‘96
septic limb, heat wave in,
city stewed, afternoon
smell, marriage
how the love shot broke the dial tone
don’t want what you got, i’ve got my own
coughing spinal spastic lung
bleed beneath the skin so young
mantis blood and orgy and tongue
gag on breath and pus my stung
andropausal, mayfly gospel
restless bed, starving head
surgery, schooling
oh god the fuck is this
like shit it goes pull through my bliss
oh god the fuck is this
like damn it goes live like piss
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2. |
Floss
04:20
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i can see myself, in every friend so well, and hey don’t you hate the grind?
tend to hear my voice, in all the people’s joints, weather can break the bone
you are just better, at being people i, wait on certain days unblind
real thing lays at night, while thoughts become the knives, prepare my own alone
i’m afraid to wear my heart, buh bum bum bum
we just get torn apart, buh bum bum bum
ain’t it chic to be shook up
floss out my teeth the soap and mush
i read coloring books, with raincoats on a hook and hey i’m still uncut
relief, shift the stare, away from the bright glare but my eyes still hurt though
there’s blight in my veins, making me a stain, can feel it in my gut
this pit is swelling up, this hell’s too real to snuff, when did you last weep slow?
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3. |
Technicolor Yawn
04:34
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understated
guts filled with sentiment
emaciated
coquettish kitten vignette
in the churches
the only two to have a clue
that this was bullshit
we’ve since come back pagan
eyes dilate, a new born man
and i hate because i can
take shy steps, sickened mute swans
now in technicolor yawn
hollow pumpkin
slashing the inside shell
lacerations
carve a face out of me
i’m feeling rosy
i really like your wide eyes
I.V. Valentine
make me feel warm inside
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4. |
Shrewdness
02:45
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cowboys
prom king
their toys
bleed me
nikes
pull-off
gold fleece
*cough cough*
oh please
stave off
debutante
animal
animal
why hate
art though
you made
Lascaux
stave off
debutante
the animal passions
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5. |
From The Plains
07:10
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heat lightning flash the air
ignites skies so grey and mauve
save torrid “urban” impaired
you’ve seen cool the beauty knowed
and all trouble aside
gotta love His works left sown
gang, if we all really tried
we’d join the top on our own
from the plains
it’s ok
saccharine cinder
come up with another
cold
hmmm
it’s in the veins
this grenade
your smoldering ember
don’t you remember
the old ways
hey just guarding the pool
eurogenic, holy and clean
“le vous saviez bien sûr”
though afraid of the BBC
and i still am not fooled
by your charmed mid-western warmth
you are unlike your books
like Twelve and I.C.E. when “forced”
we need to lose a war for once
to concede all we won
i hate to say it but the system is working fine
working as designed
if i said that i could
would you know i would not help
and i thought that i should
but i could not make it felt
so trample tin hats you bought
lose your lunch and poison pills
clear solutions not sought
how does your no sympathy feel
ursine hands and batons
reach toward parting cloud and pine
ramparts still limping on
but tempest wake may leave defeated spine
just when it looks it might
you see crepuscular rays
the rest look up at false light
beating down on through storm drains
from the plains
it’s ok
saccharine cinder
come up with another
hmmm
it’s in the veins
this grenade
your smoldering ember
don’t you remember
the old ways
til you’ve felt slain
everyday
though under umbrella
and now just the fellas
come down rain
touch down on grain
i’ll abstain
insert the meta
self-deprecetta
this i’ll feign
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6. |
Black Oxide
03:17
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i really wanna fuck you if you know what i mean
come on baby i just made the team
bastardized the iroquois, turf took over
it’ll get me to the frats and protruding clover
singe through youth and a pissing war
get off to the soft choke, we’re all whores
straw weight boy kiss those plastic lips
mold grew out our culture in this petri dish
don’t ya give a fuck too much
this caustic air face touch
sapped up glow, the son shut up
teflon vest defend this rust
oh not you my marie for i’ll give you life
anointed in petroleum plaster strife
so top yellow, bottom blue, overlap the black
though i’ve only had a taste, i’ll help spit it back
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