1. |
No Te Gusta Earth
03:47
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2. |
Dark Workmanship
03:56
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Dark Workmanship
I who you thing for me are
Me are you for the he
She swore the sea sort of
For free we tree fort or
For the reformatory you
Duck out so casually
The one song I think I know is
Hard to recall forgetfullest of them all
Forgetfullest of them all
Believe in the cheap incompetent lie you
Speak out so recklessly
Bad mouth Davis
They say he’s crazy
I empathize or at least I did for a little while
Words are stereotypes you
lose interest so easily
Nonsense like each side of this heated debate
Instrumental break....
These charms, these swords, this rain
Through osmosis the trumpeting Shane
In one day everything will change
This disco will become a new wave
Our story will just be about another
Temporary empire....
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3. |
Negative Space
04:03
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Negative Space
Of the new broken hearted phase
You’re skipping stones across radio waves
Let’s explore ravines to nowhere
Divided by streams
Nobody would think of finding people there
Moon Boots through poison ivy leaf
Lunar Eclipse messes with
Our chemicals
Apparatus winding down
Drizzling mist as if astral projecting
Good use of negative space
Can’t you see that the dizziness is like
From chasing vestigial tail
What could be explained in one picture frame is
Time lapse photography maybe
You’re a teacher who deliberately is
Teaching the wrong names for things but I’m
Usually tuning you out
Thinking a bit beyond the blueprint stage
I believe centipedes stretch out for millimeters but the
Caterpillars are more dreamy looking inchworms than any
centipede
Captive for a minute you were held captive for the hour
You were found stewing in your juices where you
ran web footed way back when
I nurse your freezer burn while you cauterize my paper cut
Ever gently
You bathe my head in vinegar and kill the lice off of me
Ever gently
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4. |
Machine
00:53
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5. |
Futuristic
04:01
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Futuristic
Constantly mimicking sounds and afterthoughts
Summoning the currents through cables and alleyways
Subservient like them all
Pathways abound through nervous system found a
Mountain or a crater
Depends which way you climb
Altitude changes
I don’t wanna hear my ears pop
Collection of spider wings
Alphabetized....
Normally, finally, Bigfoot is not a
Mountain or a crater
Depends which direction you drive
Pornograph turntable stuck together pages
Backwards to climb despite everyone...
Normally, finally
Not one bit futuristic wait you missed it.
Fraudulently selling to me your type of afterthought
Every day I something like pray that you won’t
Who needs nutrients with your messed up sermons
Constantly broadcasting....
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6. |
Hydraulics
01:02
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7. |
Telescope
03:11
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Telescope
Brace yourself
Near extinction
Flavorist enemies decide
Don’t you ever find yourself
Standing in line
Thinking of ways to kill
Time yes,
Clothes shrink before there is the time
To think about growing old
Time yes,
Glaciers are slower than lava and
Faster and older than a time
Machine.....
Blaming the victim
Some kind of sick joke
Seventeen year locust
Doused and flammable
A spark from a cheap lighter
Involuntary
It’s only half-hearted
When measured by
Time yes,
Creatures who walk slow do so
Because there’s nowhere to go
I just feel like hating
Time, yes
It’s the zenith of our lives
Contests and labyrinths
Directionally unknown to me..
Earballs and eyeloebs
Power outages Illuminating
Possibilities of unknown colonies
Elsewhere
Skeletons to contain ourselves in
They’re throwing rocks at our telescopes again
Music don’t seem to learn idiots nothing, you said.
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8. |
Fingerprint
03:03
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9. |
Dormant Podling
04:37
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Dormant Podling
You get so moody
Most of the day
Bermuda Triangle
Whatever you say
We wondered what the point was
But now we know
We watch weeds grow, maricon
Never wonder why..
You are like stood as in
Most of the days
Tormented souls go their separate ways
Counting each block as we go
Distorted amp at the show..
Computers make me wet between the legs
Because I was attacked by a gizmo once
Do we just occupy segments of each other’s lives
Why do you hang out with me
When there’s several billion other options?
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10. |
Billy Barty's Brains
03:06
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Billy Barty’s Brains
I would rather be
Lost in the shade vegetating and maybe
The meteors will fall down to my head
I would rather not be saved after invasion
Or occasions when meteors fall through the
Cracks in the atmosphere
I would rather be nowhere near there at all
Egg shell wasn’t broken after the big fall
Don’t plant trees there or anywhere near there at all...
Go you now,
The news has been made
Hormonal slave no different than second grade
Flying machines like so many words
Numerous delusions fight to survive
I would rather not think about anything at all
Egg shell wasn’t broken after the big fall
Please don’t fix things anymore
Don’t monkey with me anymore..
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11. |
Omniuniminiverse
03:38
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OmniUniMiniVerse
Buzzing into the bug zapper
Singularity you stole it back
From the skin that holds you in
For the nucleus has multiple realities where
My dreams are as wet as dreams get
All the gargoyles affix their gaze over the edge
And fly do their prayers up cemented stairs
Every day Every day !
The cutting board earth is now perfectly round
And I could use leaches to get the poison out of me
Take daily dosages to build up an immunity
Almost got arrested for suspected numerology
la la la
On a typically October afternoon
The lantern lit world buzzes
With the vibe from the death
Orgasm of millions of leaves for
Only those few weeks the Shadows of madness
Have been stepping briefly out of sync
and the marionette strings appear
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12. |
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Cauldrons of Eyeball Soup
Guitar Chords
A switchback trail upon
The unanswering ear
Cave Paintings
Probably reinventing what you do
Cauldrons of eyeball soup
Can I use your hand
Just to forge your permission slip
If a permission slip is all that you need
Then lets go even though the nosy outsiders
say, “Doomsday cult”
Under the lake is our secret
Gathering place for
Mischievous things
Life is much better
Under each layer of sky
Lightning once was a chariot ride
Probably don’t need much if
There’s gonna be oxygen there
‘Cause maybe some fresh air is all that you need
So let’s go even though the nosy outsiders
say, “Doomsday cult”
You beat up Ben Grim and
You outran Shazaam but
You won’t drown Aquaman
Cause you know that you can’t
You can’t even get beyond the shallow end
All of your enemies
Compete for your love
Guess not the kind of evil
You’re thinking of
Remind me again
What it means to believe in
Some things like magic and
Afternoon naps
So many, so few...
A useless butter knife will try and cut it.
Maybe some fresh air is NOT what you need
So let’s go even though the nosy outsiders
say, “Doomsday cult”
Cauldrons of eyeball soup...
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