1. |
(Front Porch Song)
02:31
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My care
Don't just have eyes for me
Don't you see
I'm surrendering my body
Answer
Me when I ask this time
How can you
Get off to such a thin lie?
Oh my god
I can't help what I can't help
My god
They say don't hit below the belt
Oh my god
You hit and cracked my empty shell
Oh my god
You're here, I'm not
I am your porn
Shut the fuck up
I am your porn
Wake the fuck up
If I don't
(If you don't)
Wanna be
(Need my heart here)
Here then why
(Then just say so)
Do you?
(Then just say so)
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2. |
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Which compulsion
Does it feed
To speak of now
As an in-between?
Fall into step with the crowd
Hyper-monotony bound
American euphoria
Is a movie scene
In a concrete dream
Time lapse
Of traffic downtown
Hyper-monotony bound
When I told you
I'm moving back down south
You laughed
At the big gap
Between my teeth
Every day you pass
Silent en masse
What happens next
With a habit like that?
What's the pride
In scraping the sky?
Have you seen the piece
By Lichtenstein
At the museum
They're pointilized and
Sliced into panels
Their cartoon eyes are
Sliced into panels
What happens next
With a habit like that?
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3. |
Jingle Jangle Flim Flam
04:31
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Your role models, your friends,
Your parents and kin
Can you help that
They are all caricatures?
I can't help what I want from you
But it makes what you are to me
Mostly a caricature
Ooh my device
Hides your insides
Ooh all my might
Badadadada
Ooh your insides
Stop at my eyes
Ooh all my might
Reaches out
Oooh
A caricature
No no no no no
Who can hide
Who can seek
Who can hide
Who can seek
No no no no
Interiority
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4. |
(Robot Song)
02:38
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5. |
Potato Man
03:24
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It don't mean much
But I worked beside her
Still wish I had known
To see her off
In all her 60 years
They had time to work
Her to death
But all I got was a fucking text:
Can you come in on Monday for
The shift she left?
I should take it and call in sick
If I weren't already short
The goddamn rent
Sell my time
To spend time
Stranger in my cage
Smile at for minimum wage
Split my day in two
But what if I'm sad today?
Need more than just half today
I'll take you to work
And I'll get you from work
And grab a drink
Potato man
I'm a vegetable to the core
More than I can stand
I just wanna stay up
Til sunrise
I worked the night that
Leonard Cohen died
A schedule numb to
Every surprise
I worked the night that
Leonard Cohen died
I still feel like a fucking slave
Even though they say they'll
Pay me more
After 90 days
Potato man
I'm a vegetable to the core
More than I can stand
I'll take you to work
And I'll get you from work
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I backed out of my first tattoo
Can't control when I cringe at the new
And that's the fate
Of my prior intentions
Felt so strong
Til the world took me with it
I am made
Of desires that
Roam untethered
To never unfold
My bloodshot eyes
Structure the night
I drink with my lazy dreams
Fractured too much to see
How I would gather it back
What to do once gathered back
Got some time to kill
Only time is killed
Times relieved of all our cries
Oh our paths across the Earth
Draw lines dislpacing
Lines Misplacing
Oh our paths across the Earth
Draw lines in dust
I crawled home for the
Hundredth time
Diagrammed by Earth's
Lazy lines
All my dreams are dead
All my dreams have died
Fractured too much to see
How I could gather me back
What to do once gathered
Cause all my dreams are dead
All my dreams have died
I may speak
Like a falling rock makes noise
Don't pretend that what's
Dead has voice
And all my friends are dead
All my friends have died
Try to hear our voice
All we hear is noise
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7. |
High in the Bath Again
03:34
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I see my future
I'm all wrapped up in it
High in a bath again
Crow's feet by my eyes
Apartment's the same size
High in a bath again
22 to 65
Smoke til I can't dance
Social media trance
Wide-eyed in bed again
Disciplined body
Still sleeping on laundry
Wide-eyed in-
22 to 65
Doom
Caught up in the
Spin
Love is small, pays my due
I'll get no mercy
Doom
Scattered, minor thrills
Move along, move along
I'll get no mercy
Doom
22 to 65
Color dulls in a world
That just passes by
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8. |
Scumlord
02:45
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Have you surfed the wave?
The third flows
In unexpected ways
Thanks for giving me
A job in your field
But it's a field designed by you
And if the way I love you
Is designed by you
Then you design me
Oh master, you're a
Scum
Lord
Scum
Lord
I'm sure you've surfed the wave
But in bikini
With your legs well shaved
Thanks for doing a porno
In Portland instead of LA
But liberation is not
Niche commodification of the body
You gaze into the abyss...
Scum
Lord
Scum
Lord
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9. |
(Untitled)
02:44
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Bedroom chords
Salvage sound from the noise
Giving place to those small signs
Of life
That double song
Plays within and without
Outside there's an economy
Of clout
It's numbers on a screen
It's bodies at the scene
Its ends instead of means
21 and up only
Tied up in strings
A puppeteer’s dream
Detained and put on display
Extort the real thing
Impressioned voice
Processing on repeat
Made into a human machine's
Motif
And that machine's lure
With care as disguise
Collects the howls of humunculi
It's numbers on a screen
It's bodies at the scene
It's ends instead of means
It's ritual and pharmacy
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10. |
(Undergraduation Song)
02:14
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It's graduation
For our friend Nathan
It's hard to come down
From circling truths
And knowing
You can sometimes hear their sound
The second it ends
The future divides and winds
In drunk conversations
The future is pliant like clay
And then slight like fog
In still congregation
The future has courage from fear
Then is timid from fear
Surrounded by celebration
Celebration
There's nothing to do in the real world
There's nothing to do in the real world
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