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Multicolored Denim Suit
02:57
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I’ve got a multicolored dang denim suit
And a house that’s too dirty to show you
I can’t imagine what you’d say to me
With nothing but a big embarrassing shirt on
Watching your commercial at the Super Bowl halftime
I can’t imagine what you’d want with me
Do I feel a sense of wandering?
Do I find discussions comforting?
I watched you roll in like the fog on the foreign air
I could sink into your smog, until I disappear
And if I disappear, will they notice that we’ve gone off the rails?
All the pretty places you know sing around me
All the pretty faces will go on without me
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Holy Volunteer
03:18
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Put the fan on low
Wait for your doctor to call
Someone had a big scare didn’t they?
Someone gave you something you could share
Phone your holy volunteer
You know, your therapist on call
Do you say “I wanna die every day?
Just kidding, I wanna dye everything black. Oh jesus help me”
(careful with your hands around me
someone may think we’re in love
consume my trust, take my body
my everything my everything my everything)
How’s your holy volunteer? (HOW’S YOUR HOLY VOLUNTEER)
Guess he was human after all. (GUESS HE WAS HUMAN AFTER ALL)
Did you say “I wanna die everyday?” (I WANNA DIE EVERYDAY)
Just kidding I wanna dye everything black (I WANNA DYE EVERYTHING BLACK)
How’s your holy volunteer? (HOW’S YOUR HOLY VOLUNTEER)
I met him in the city stall (I MET HIM IN THE SHITTY STALL)
Breaking down, “I Wanna die everyday” (I WANNA DIE EVERY DAY)
Just kidding I wanna dye everything black (I WANNA DIE EVERY DAY)
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Colts Will Move
03:52
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Does it sting, in the summer, when they’re direct support for a friend’s tour that you Would have killed for?
Pretend they lost your number. Now you’re trying too hard. Don’t go too far, or You’ll get what you deserve.
And the colts will always run away after season.
I, too, believe in leaving when there’s no one there to look.
And the song will fade away for no reason.
I too believe in leaving when there’s no one there to look.
Cut to a forty, maybe forty-five year old man with his head in his hands.
All the water pouring out is just some crocodile tears,
And he’s hiding in my basement, man what a laugh.
I hope I’m not like that, but the odds are I’m gonna become what I fear.
And the colts will always run away after season.
I, too, believe in leaving when there’s no one there to look.
And the song will fade away for no reason.
I too believe in leaving when there’s no one there to look.
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Pull out all my terror with some exfoliation would you?
I’m in need of some good news.
Lately in the mirror it’s me, but with a dirty sensation, bet there’s grime in the glass
I know that something’s working through pockets of confusion
I don’t wanna feel nervous hanging around.
Bite fingers till they’re neutered,
A butt on a computer
Is it the lack of purpose bringing me down?
Wear your accolade like a crown
Inhuman representation, I know just where you stand
What’s the chances it turns to shit, the over under on it dissolving there in your hands?
I’ve seen the pretty vermin!
The monsters that they’re serving!
I always wonder why they’re hanging around.
They’re fighting with the stupor!
Roll tape on the computer!
Are you are who you are when the lights have gone out?
I know that something’s working through pockets of confusion
I don’t wanna feel nervous hanging around.
Bite fingers till they’re neutered,
A butt on a computer
Is it the lack of purpose bringing me down?
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Predatory Eyes
01:16
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Snaking round the neighborhood with predatory eyes
Trapped between irrelevant and relevant
Sleeping round so you can find a place to stay the night
I could be wrong but there’s no space for a dilettante
In a good world you’d have to work for the things you want
Slept through your song, you played too long
It makes me wish that I dreamt you up x3
You don’t exist
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Vampire
01:41
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Screaming Bloody Murder
You’re a songwriter, but you may be good.
Screaming Bloody Murder
You’re a Vampire, but misunderstood.
Do you wanna be alone?
Like I wanna be somebody else?
Descending from your throne
Cuz It’s good to meet the struggling
Screaming Bloody Murder
You’re a songwriter (vampire!) and you’re anti-trust
Screaming Bloody Murder
Go and wash your hands you dirty dud
A songwriter can only turn away
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Poison River
04:16
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Poison River in the back of my brain like a miracle
All decisions pass through the path I know
Couldn’t shift the route the waterways go
Generational and unchangeable
Poison River in the back of my brain it goes:
“Could i begin to feel alone to shed this moment, I’ve been holding on too long
In hopes to find illumination.
Could i begin to feel alone to leave this life, it’d be alright to watch it fade
And go to find some new vocation
But would they even let me in?”
Poison River in the back of my brain like a chemical
All emissions in the sea, I see where it go
Friendly faces on a telethon mention it’s terrible
Act hysterical
Poison River sending messages here in code:
“Could i begin to feel alone the shed this moment, i’ve been holding on too long
Hoping to find illumination.
Could i begin to feel alone covered in stones, become a mountain. Watch the water Rise around me
Watch the water rise around me.
And i begin to let it in”
POISON RIVER IN THE BACK OF MY BRAIN IN AMERICA…
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Spirit Moves
01:44
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“the spirit moves inside of you” said a teacher when you graduated school
“it’s in your heart, not where you are” like a mantra, (cooly medicated) move to the party
we can leave when it’s started
racing to the end (what a golden miser)
racing to the end (what a sympathizer)
i want to see your face (and i wanna strike first)
racing to the end
“the spirit moves, in spite of you” as you anxiously await the peer review
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Mermaid Teeth
02:25
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FEELING TIRED UNINSPIRED
YOU CAN’T QUIT DUMB KID YOURE FIRED
WHAT DELUSION MADE YOU FEEL THIS KIND OF WAY
MOLARS GRINDING IN MY SLEEP
MADE A MOUTH OF MERMAID TEETH
TAKE THESE PETTY PROBLEMS TO AN EARLY GRAVE
SUMMER ALONE IN THIS HOUSE
AND I CANT WAIT TO GET OUT, JUST SCREAMED
‘MY FAMILY’S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CANT TEACH YOUR CHILDREN’
BEEN A PEDANT BEEN A LIAR
LUXURY CONDO ON FIRE
SCOTCH AND SODA HELD UP WITH EXTENSION CORDS
AND WHEN I SLEEP
I NEVER DREAM
THE FEVER GROWS
WHEN I’M ALONE
SOME ACCIDENT
TURNED MY BRAIN OVER TO MAKE ME AN IDIOT
SO TAKE ME HOME
ELIANA, YOUR CONFUSION
NOTHING MORE THAN AN ILLUSION
ILL GO ON THE WAGON WITH YOU ANYTIME YOU WANT A FRIEND
IM ACCEPTING MY DEFEAT
PULLING OUT MY MERMAID TEETH
SURROUND ME WITH DIRT IN HOPES TO LIVE AGAIN
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10. |
No Match
03:09
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I had found a dark spot on my finger.
Some lonely relative harassed me with a shout.
“They’ll scrape your skin down!
Scoop the sin out.”
I wanted to hold on for the longest time.
All the things that could catch you standing in a line.
If we see in the distance would it paralyze?
Or would we push ourselves off down into the night like a firework?
Trapped inside your hometown like an island.
How many passages you’ve taken to get out
That only bring you down.
Pouring from your mouth the sound of crowded old disease
Picked up by family
I wanted to know you for the longest time
Until the sun gets so bright out you can’t step outside
I’ll let you in the garden, eat down to the rind.
I just wanted to know you as long as you like,
And you respond to me:
“you’re no match for melanoma, you’ve got a bad gene.
Surrender to the solar, you cancerous white thing.
You stuttering Casanova, have you got it coming.”
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