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Little Death
03:28
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Big time seminal reporter
Seasons crave the burning of the forest
Anger bringing out the lawyers
Feeding on the layers of detritus
Peeled out, burning rubber tires
Cute hex, conjuring reminders
For a ravenous ocean
For an ocean bent on vice grip pliers
Leavin’ out the note
Steven is the one who likes to know
Easy when you let go of the horse
Teasing from the one who fell before
Steven are you locked in something else?
With the bee’s to fly and flock the arctic shelf?
In the morning garden of ice
Kill something other than your love anyway
Gilded albatross
Steak through heart
And reason
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Motorcycle Revs
04:07
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Frequenting the trough
Hundred and one ounces of blood
Lay into the track
Loose a lot of love
Winning is a joke written in the law
Say you’ll be the first pathetic note
Climbing up the stack
Penny on their back
Tough guy, making calls
The pilot in the wall
They’ll break another bottle
And separate themself
Pushing down on the throttle
Up the hilt, taught knuckles
Separated from the pack
Going top speed
Motorcycle revs
Through the bushes and the trees
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3. |
Microwave
04:27
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I don’t wanna live my life,
Live my life, live my life
In a fear response again
I just wanna fuckin ride
Fuckin ride, fuckin ride,
That microwave again
I don’t wanna go inside, go inside
That dingy, dusty, doldrumish den
Makes me feel the mulch
Feel the mulch, feel the mulch
I feel the mulch clutching my skin
Never wanna lose my mind
Give my mind away on I 90 again
Tethered to the rust, tethered faulty carpool
Got a dummy for a friend
Signal of the gods, signal of the gods
Signal fractured pantomime languages within
Forming jokes to crack that vaulted ceilings silican grin
Fear lives in that dust, don’t agitate or entertain them
Beckoning microwave plasma beads, addicted to that spin
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4. |
Truly Wonderful Thing
03:18
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Givin’ a call, any time that you want
Texture of left over sand, antacid chalk
Are you coming to stay? Or walk on by?
I don’t care what you want
This bear suit weighs a lot
And it smells like shit ‘cause I sweat in it
And you don’t even care
I think you like it the way it is
Maybe it’ll help with the creative process
It’d be so boring without all your stress
Tired points are unconvincing today
I don’t care what you want
And you always know what i’m thinking
And you use it
I can’t get this suit off
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Consent
01:19
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One good song against the wave of shit
Two cigarettes, I forgot I quit
Tornado alley is talking a drive
Across the ocean to the European continent
Abide by the laws of all those windy states
Feed those intutional bribes
Into the mail sent signed noting consent
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Ferry Terminal
06:03
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There’s just seconds to go, got wrapped up by the head
And requested to show, kept it locked up instead
But I don’t want to leave, just picked up on that thread
Picked a figure in the rug, let it settle right in
Ferry terminal built in time to go
Round and round, round and round
Wiped on sleeves, in a cozy den
The right color combo, for an open head
Always scared to leave, with something I don’t get
There’s no room to grow, in a smashed down bed
Ferry terminal built in time to go
Round and round, round and round
Without thinking about what was under the bow
And you won’t know now, no you won’t know now,
No you’ll never know now, no you won’t
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