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Family, fantasy, anxiety, wait and see
How did we go back so far from it?
How did we get so deep in shit?
Is it fate or is it faith?
Is it dumb to be pissed off?
How can we get back to what seems pretty fucked and won’t be back?
Did every generation ask the same, or is it clear we won the prize?
So hung up on winning.
I told you that I didn’t wanna be part of it.
But yet here we are, fuck, here we are, here we are, bee sting.
Cough and shake. Veins vibrate.
Smoke in nose. Smoke in clothes
One more cough may end it all.
One more cough, one cough is all.
I would rather that I didn’t say something.
I would rather that I didn’t say something
I would rather that it get taken off.
I would rather that it get taken over.
Emergency Saticoy. Urgency Adonai. Bee sting.
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Woe Woe Woe
04:59
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Hail and fire mixed with blood, a third of trees all burned up in the first plague, plague, plague.
Something like a mountain ablaze was thrown to sea and turned, turned to blood, blood, blood.
And a massive star in the sky, wormwood in full supply, many people will die.
And a third of the sun the moon and stars were struck by the fourth and they all went dark, dark, dark.
And The eagle cried with a boom-boom voice that the people of earth have three more 'gels or woes, woes, woes.
The first begins with a fallen star, who released locusts from the uh-byss, but don’t kill kill kill.
With lady hair and lion's teeth, iron breast plates and the thundering of hooves, hooves, hooves.
And fiery red, dark blue and yellow, heads of lions, mouths of fire, smoke, sulfur and tails of snakes.
The kingdom of the world has become our Lord and His Messiah, 24, will strike to destroy the earth…
At the sound of the seventh the temple of God is opened in heaven and the wrath of God will be on earth, so...
And my God, it is Seroquel
My God is just, my confidence
Soften us, with a soothing blow and a puppit voice. He is us, He is just.
Breakdown, oh, right now
Breakdown, Preacher, get out
Better forget, better unfound, better than now
Better the friend, better at night, baby, be fine
And my God, it is Seroquel
My God is just, my confidence
Broken glass, enter me now
Freak out. Baby, it's fine.
Seventh seal, fire and flood, that means all of us.
Breakdown, oh, right now
Breakdown, Preacher, get out
Better forget, better unfound, better than now.
Better the friend, better at night, baby, be fine.
Breakdown, baby, be fine
They are one but they are all of us. They should have trusted us.
He is Just.
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Swollen Bellies
04:07
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In the temple with my "uncle," smoking weed with my dead friend in the jungle.
Eating soup while sweating, the snakes soothe our swollen bellies.
The drink made you crazy, the smoke helped you rest easy.
Banana leaves and saliva, yes, the fire burned us alive-uh…
Don’t take a picture with your phone.
Don’t want to leave you molten and lonely, don’t know what I’d do with your bones when you left me.
Squirrels dug dirt to make you their home, stole your sheets, and drooled chin down their nose.
Picked up the paper and dabbed your mouth and knocked down your chin and squealed out you’re in danger.
You read the note in flavored fire, it’s rebirth and yet there’s still anger.
There’s poison in the smoke and pheromones in dirty coats.
Private tyranny, elaborate monotony, absurd I call when I need money.
Mute the line when it’s not your time and I turn my eyes up to the light and hold my chest tight. Don’t take a picture with your phone.
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Dusty Vase
04:28
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Annie, it’s the rest that you want. It's that grief, that creek, and that heat…
That keeps me trudging along. You flail in that pool while you sleep.
Your breath is a mystery to me. It's clear that it's death you bring.
Clouds hover round and blanket us from harm, while soaking us and weighing our bodies down.
Webs extend from the sill to the vase, crystal pathways to rusty membranes. The light will break, the light will break, the light will break its way
I die and I'll haunt you for the rest of your life. You die and you better leave us be.
I love when you caress my hair, your fingers pressing on my spine.
My ears that you gently rub give that feeling of overwhelming relief.
When you call my name I feel less alone than when you leave.
I die and I'll haunt you for the rest of your life. You die and you better leave us be.
Webs extend from the sill to the vase, crystal pathways to rusty membranes. The light will break, the light will break, the light will break its way
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Fish and Rice
02:34
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Baby, baby, be good to me, concrete hammers pound into tiny feet.
Baby, baby, I'll be good to you, rusty nails pushed through my chubby cheeks.
Place the fish on the table all right send your father to cook the rice…
in the steamer say a prayer with your daddy, oh, where are you?
Thank the Lord for the food and the family that's still alive.
Yeah, we pray to those who've left us now. We wish them best, blessed with goodness, blessed with fish.
Send Jasper and Jerry home, Jasper and Jerry home.
I miss my sister, I miss my niece, I miss my brother, and I miss the weed
Hash for dinner, hash for summer, hash on my finger, and I haven’t left home
Fire and ash and bones down my throat into my lungs via my nose.
Send Jasper and Jerry home…
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Wonderfalls
04:31
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I’ve got another point, wait, I'm diving into Wonderfalls.
I could never enter mist, yet I insist you shower off.
Packed a lunch into Ziplocs, took it underneath the waterfalls.
Would you look at it the same if you had lifted under rugs?
Swept the grains of dirt and lint you tried to hide?
Vacuumed up the effort-of-what you pretend don’t exist at all.
Took their eyes out of their sockets just to look at them up close.
Threw my phone all sass- oh!
There I go again, we fell apart.
Limb by limb we fell apart, then my hairs and all my parts.
Acting casual when it’s been fucked up and you knew it from the start
Threw our bodies into flames.
Threw our bodies into lakes.
Threw our bodies off of planes.
Threw our bodies under trains.
Threw my hands up in the dark, I flail and bark, bark, bark, bark.
Saved a piece of dirt that formed from ashes into your shape.
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Zoverdose
03:26
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And we set the yard on fire and we threw out all our tunes.
Since we knew that our songs were over, we unstrung the guitars too.
And we took our clothes off slowly and pretended to not be amused.
Though our tongues were burning, we stuck with it to “be cool.”
All the while your mind was made up
And you grasped onto the bottle, and started with the Z’s.
Like a baby’s face with choir, it all ended with the Z’s.
All the while your mind was made up.
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Hevin
05:04
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Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, and you won't let go.
I’m a man unknown to another man.
Don’t come to my home with another man, alone and on the loose.
You’re dancing with the real McGoo.
You’re telling me only what you want to.
Horse was there when I was in a bomb despair.
And another thing even if 1+1+1 are 2, I never would hurt a hair on Banshee’s head.
Never hurt a hair on Banshee’s head.
You’re in heaven, you’re in paradise.
You’re not stuck in mucky-muck
Won’t you come home?
Home to the smell of something.
Come Home Come Home Come Home
All of the recipes she lived were in her head.
The moon was Tampa Red, she said, she said.
Won’t you come home?
Home to the smell of something.
Come Home Come Home Come Home
The people I was to name were never born.
The people that named me have died now.
Never hurt a hair on Banshee’s head.
Beyond Heaven’s gate resides now.
Don’t feed me, don’t call.
Don’t show me what I know.
We were standing around with Placido Domingo.
Don’t feed me, don’t call.
Don’t show me what I know.
We were standing around with Placido Domingo.
You’re dancing with the real McGoo.
You’re telling me only what you want to.
Horse was there when I was in a bomb despair.
I’m a man unknown to another man.
Don’t come to my home with another man, alone and on the loose.
The people I was to name were never born.
The people that named me have died now.
Never hurt a hair on Banshee’s head.
Beyond Heaven’s gate resides now.
Don’t feed me, don’t call.
Don’t show me what I know.
We were standing around with Placido Domingo.
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Exuberance
03:45
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Did you take your time with all the set-up for everything you’ll need within a mile radius?
Fast food, chemicals, gasoline, and enough prairie to forget we shouldn't be here at all.
Live here and die here, exuberance. Crippling self until I am able to run.
Setting up a date for enlightenment, disappointed by limited time and measured success.
Maximum profoundness, activity impactful to produce a profound experience.
Some fascination obsessed with life via death and I’m an instrument of grace, guilt, and shame.
And significance of presence, no transaction for spiritualism, a weapon for décor.
Some missionary abuse, hello, but it is simply exuberance and abuse.
Live here and die here, exuberance…
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