1. |
Large Game Fish
02:05
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I snook the zip on tight
I took the sip, I took the bite
Ate the bait from the weight up, dry
3 miles deep as the cicada flies
and I knew a lot of bulls who muttered kuwabara on the cattle pull
but due to a loose eye, I got a sideways view, and I'ma
(?????)
in spite of you
So cry with your cousins, then
but they grade me dozens out of ten.
I get giddy in my cordon bleu,
'cause who knows the blue notes I'm gonna sing for you,
see, some wish the summers back
but my goal's just to roll down your bummers slack,
so I can flip you up in oil like I'm frying rice
and eat you sweet, your bottom first, italian ice.
I snook the zip on tight
I took the sip, I took the bite
Ate the bait from the weight up, dry
3 miles deep as the cicada flies
and I knew a lot of bulls who muttered kuwabara on the cattle pull
but due to a loose eye, I got a sideways view
me and the goof troop gon' scoop up that soup up inside of you
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2. |
Gargoyles
02:41
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Here I go again.
Coming to to find I'm waking up too late,
now the shame is setting in
Feels like every couple years I write the same damn song
You'd think I'd learn to grab whatever time that I can take
if I'm afraid of losing them
Why don't I just start feeling numb by now
like how I often do?
Blindsided by the hurt that stuck around;
if only I could lean on you.
Still, these waves of dread are proving that the tide is strong.
The faith in me that you put in my head is rising past the pain that won't last half as long.
I miss the summer nights when Frankenstein would rise to trumpets
from your pocket slot machine
and cardboard and tinfoil gargoyles watch our fingers yellowing with nicotine.
If I could just break out of time to tell you then how much I love you now
Here I go again.
Coming to to find I'm waking up too late,
now the shame is setting in.
Feels like every couple years I write the same damn song.
You'd think I'd learn to grab whatever time that I can take.
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3. |
Skinny Fingers
02:30
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Far out, I'm wasting in the clouds.
I'm too patient, and daylight is prying through the skinny fingered canopies of trees.
I'm finding it quite difficult to try not to try too hard to speak.
I'll climb down just as soon as I'm sure where to put my feet on the way back down to the surface.
There's gotta be a way to do this right first try on purpose,
but I'm no good at tearing off the bandages myself.
I'm gonna need some help
Timing my persuasion
Ride on high of the swirl
on to
The sound of wind is filling up my body,
and summer's painful eye has been exchanging for the perfume of the pages falling dry
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4. |
Whatever
03:12
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I know it's hard to believe that I'm real, but I am,
and I don't like the stuff you reveal to your friends about me behind my back
oh
but you're the one who's feeling attacked?
Why should I mind if I don't hear from you?
Every time it's just to tell me that the last thing you asked me to do has become a concern,
as though I'm trying to be good to you to burn you.
Hey, baby, you think that you're sinking now, and you're scared of drowning.
Well, we'll see.
You look like a floater now that it's over.
By the way, baby, I know you could swim it if you'd treat your limits like a game, baby.
You could be yours but you'd rather be tortured, and it's a crying shame.
So what can I do to show you that try as you might nobody's willing to control you?
I know it's scary to be so free, believe me.
Spent a couple nights crawling on all fours.
Did you think you'd find the person you're searching for between the cracks in your floor,
or were you only there to moan and scratch at the scabs some more?
Hey, baby, you think that you're sinking now, and you're scared of drowning.
Well, we'll see.
You look like a floater now that it's over.
By the way, baby, I know you could swim it if you'd treat your limits like a game, baby.
You could be yours but you'd rather be tortured, and it's a crying
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5. |
mbirs
02:00
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sweet on somebody now
you know what I'm talking about
keep that under me now
i keep finding pennies as i'm sieving out the rubble that's making me stumble around
live in a quiet so complete now
i've been frightened of faces
i wake up on my feet
some days
but i've been trying to tidy my spaces
i'm keeping busy doing my own shit now
finding out my muse has been hiding out in comfortable places
sweet on somebody now
you know what i'm talking about
a quiet so complete
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