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Driftwood
02:32
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Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea No No No No
Whatever you do or say don't
Make it all true or they will
Break you into a million empty shells to take home like those savage birds and glue them onto painted driftwood until you are no longer you it hurts me more than anything to see you go that way
yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea no no no no
Whatever it is you think that
You have to have a grip on
The harder you grip the more it cuts until you grasp for air with gils in reverence until you've squirmed and creamed and shed your lifelong dream of engorged ego where everyone's your crutch to lean on it's so inane
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2. |
Sunny-Side Up
03:49
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You see the letters I see the white
So much space between I could crawl inside
There’s a hook in your hope from a fishing line
And I can let down my guard cause Im dead inside
Lamb of God you’re the blood of a sorry line
And you know its just thought but oh never mind
You moved the curtain I can see the day
I was so certain it was not for me
You gave me water it never turned to wine
Hey that don’t matter
Water’s just fine
And it’s so sunny outside
You know whats better and you’re always right
keep it together push it down inside you
renewed subscription to unlimited smiles
And there’s something that I had in mind but
Hey whats the matter with your friend tonight
Hey what’s the matter with your friend tonight
Hey
Whats the matter with your friend
You moved the curtain I can see the day
I was so certain it was not for me
You gave me water it never turned to wine
Hey that don’t matter
Water’s just fine
and its so sunny outside
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3. |
Touching
03:02
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Burn through the ozone
Scatter my fetus
Scrapings of old skin
Threw up with freon
Aging with grace to a fault
Serve your lips neat to a hole
I don't know what this thing's for
Drape it in suit
Give it some food
Pickled in booze
Touching feels good
Got a new lightbulb
To shine brightly
Ready for some change now
Ever so slightly
Soiled my Levies
Threw in a fishline
Blew out an oil rig
Rubbed out some semen
Aging with grace to a fault
Serve your lips neat to a hole
I don't know what this thing's for
Drape it in suit
Give it some food
Pickled in booze
Touching feels good
Rust on a window gate
Scratch marks from finger nails
Digging in his pajama stains
Something don't click inside his brain
Watching the birdies on the barbed wire pole
Taking in sunshine with a grain of salt
Gather around for your splat of food
Already got it out but I don't know if I should
Touching feels good
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4. |
Ain’t My Speed
03:09
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Can we pretend that nothing is there
Say it off hand be more indirect
Everyone’s clad in who gives a fuck
And everything’s passed off with a laugh
Can we just look the other way
And I think you’re maybe while
I’m definitely
You’re gonna lose me
Cause I’m going away
Out fo this rat cage where I’ve
Catered to your every need
I love you but you ain’t my speed
Ain’t my speed baby
Ain’t my speed
Can we pretend that nothing’s sincere
It’s all an act we’re all actors here
Push it away it’s stupid to feel
Don’t give it names don’t soil the deal
Can we just look the other way
And I think you’re maybe while
I’m definitely
You’re nowhere to be seen
Cause I’ve gone away
Out of this rat cage where I’ve
Catered to your every need
I love you but you ain’t my speed
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5. |
T.V. Dinner
03:14
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Warm up by a cigarette
Sit around and watch our pets
TV dinner’s getting cold
We never speak we said it all
Prepare a ritual sacrifice
You worship cats I worship lice
We shake our fists and speak in tongues
We always keep our voices down
Save me from them
They’re all having too much fun
Life needs a plan
I don’t got one
Shame me again
Pour all your Hallmark wisdom out
You’ve got your scam
All figured out
You got your all time favourite show
And your favourite prophet
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6. |
Every Whim
02:20
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I’ll get my teeth filed
I’ll form a religion
I’ll do something more useless than before
I’ll learn to piss right
I’ll leave the seat down
I won’t leave any splatter anymore
I’ll follow your every single whim
I’ll be just like a human being
I keep my legs spread
Butter your cornbread
Powder my black eye when you’re done
I’ll get my feet bound
Cover my face up
Pray for forgiveness when I cum
I’ll follow your every single whim
I’ll be just like a human being
I’ll run for congress
Launder my assets
Make sure your trimesters get done
I’ll get my pay check
I’ll get my pay check
Don’t care who I’m stepping on
I’ll follow your every single whim
I’ll be just like a human being
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7. |
Make Way
02:35
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Sidewalk
Is making me sick
Drywall
Is all that I see
We can talk
Sometimes listen
I know
Every end of this street
It always ends the same
I’m in a bad brain
I’m in a bad way
I’m in a bad brain
I’m gonna make way
So what
You’ve got your business
You can love
Yourself to blisters
Go ahead and
Write your thesis
Your cost
It makes no difference
You’ll always end the same
I’m in a bad brain
I’m in a bad way
I’m in a bad brain
I’m gonna make way
And what did you say
That you do again?
Im in a sub way
Im in a subway
I’m gonna make way
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8. |
Substance
02:30
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Conversation failed again
Reached out for an idle hand
It’s too crowded to feel so alone
Everyone becomes GMO
Give me something
Of substance
Pile it on me
Shopping cart
Everybody works for their car
Price tag lets you know what you are
Choose your favourite scapegoat now
Tinnitus is a sacred sound
Give me something
Of substance
Pile it on me
Shopping cart
I don’t like it
I don’t like it
I can’t relate
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9. |
User-Friendly
02:49
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Give a name
Just to spite me
State your claim
Use me lightly
Script the play
Undermind me
Shift the blame
So politely
You know you know you know you know you know
You know Me
You know you know you know you know you know
You know Me
You know you know you know you know you know
I don’t mind it
Shave your head
You’ll be enlightened
You’ll be saved
If you don’t touch there
God made you
In his likeness
I can’t wait
To be just like you
You know you know you know you know you know
You know Me
You know you know you know you know you know
You know Me
You know you know you know you know you know
I don’t mind it
Label me I’d
Really like you to
Change me I’d
Really like you to
Brand me I’d
Really like you to
Sell me I’d
Really like you to
You know you know you know you know me
Im user friendly
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10. |
I’ll Be Fine
02:29
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I live in a box
All my thoughts are
2 x 4
I fit all the stars
In a square of an open hole
I feel so in love
I feel so alone
So perfectly stuffed
Watered and grown
And you live on hope
And silver linings
Everyone knows
You’re showing the signs
You’re up to your neck
In a perfect decline
We’ve all got our debts
We’re just doing time
I’ll be fine
I stare at a box
All my dreams are
NTSC
I’m high on the past
I don’t mind that it’s bad for me
I’ve bet all my love
Might have known it was a losing team
So helplessly fucked
That it hurts
That it hurts to pee
And you live on hope
and silver linings
Everyone says
That you’re showing the signs
You’re up to your neck
In a perfect decline
We all got our debts
We’re just doing time
I’ll be fine
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11. |
Half-Mast
04:21
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Time didn’t always
Feel so numb
And the sky burned slow
In your kamikaze eyes
Run down and fall
To hug yourself
This is your stop
Time to get out
Hey kid
Whatcha doing
With your life
We can put you on the fast track
We can show you how to do it right
Then we’ll put you in a war
Cause you’ve no mind of your own
And we take care of our own
Interests
We’ll remember what you’ve done for us
Half mast
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12. |
Joy
04:34
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Yea
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Sallies New York, New York
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Sallies recommends:
S/T
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