1. |
Stupid and Contagious
04:00
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I'm glad you couldn't make it
We didn't miss you at all
Oh, please don't take it personal
You're just outgrown clothes
This space, it looks so empty
Let's cover up the walls
You know we're all just human
And the party's just begun
And we're here to sing
We're here to dance
We're more than enough
And we will never die
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2. |
A Higher Art
06:57
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This was the best that we could do
With this rusty set of tools
And if our patient is untrue
We'll pull the plug on certain doom
All those things that just won't move
Through passion's misuse
A statement so cruel (so, so cruel)
Self-pity in bloom
And on that corner of the picture
Behind the webs and shades of light
Concentric frames sought-after
This distance is a higher art
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3. |
The Familiar Sex
05:11
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Post-orgasmic intrusive thoughts
And what do they mean
First you learn what you must
Then the therapists seal the deal
An endless falling
A sudden nakedness
Streets rearranging
The familiar sex
Speculation like burning moths
The dots just aren't there
Universal take on lust
Children at both ends
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4. |
New Year Ghost
04:10
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He said relax
Have a smoke
You handsome man
My pretty whore
You like the taste
You sit on top
You handsome waste
You're on your own
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5. |
ABC
06:56
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The pair he saw
The zip below
He walks through doors
Your laughingstock
Some dare to ask
Who's got the what
He's not that kind
An open heart
And in the soft core of his visions
He's choking on this mission
You talk to him
With just winks
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6. |
Pop Song 21
03:53
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And every vermin in the book
I put it in my mouth
Erratic scars and warts
The swollen glands of god
My bleeding gums
My festered core
My splintered smile
My reign of pus
This abscess life
Obsessed with bile
A bowel nightmare
Of my own
A gluey membrane on my eyes
Acidic seizure trip
Synaptic coup d'état
Intestinal homage
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7. |
False Start
06:34
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Blocks
I was
Not the one
Not far away
Cut
Wish
Dry
Sense
False start
False end
High
Slave
Don't
Say
Blocks
I was
Not the one
Not far away
False start
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8. |
False Start II
03:58
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Thoughts inside thoughts inside nothing
Crafting our tales with the appropriate brush
The leading roles are all taken
And it seems a little crowded at the back
They got the idea
Experts on maps
Argued for years
The low end of math
And when the sun stops burning
And the cracks grow wide
Are you on our side?
A remnant of the flesh
We used to wear
Cover your eyes
The writer says it's all in your head
Believe in nothing that I say
The pieces hardly put together
The poem that no one seems to understand
A plausible scam
They shoot for the stars
A shower of petals
The most blinding light
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9. |
The Fan
05:38
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And it must feel nice
To know such things
To rise above
And conquer fear
It must be something else
To not crumble away
Under the weight
Of every single stare
If this is love or hate, who cares?
Admiration or a cross to bear
Tempted to a higher state
A crown of thorns in hell
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Cheating Spouses Caught On Tape Buenos Aires, Argentina
Sonic mistreatment and queer negativity.
Maltrato sónico y negatividad queer.
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