1. |
Leviathan
04:10
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A shot in the arm, a cup of laudanum, wearing a sacred headdress, so trusting
A halted cough, in the throat, lovely comfort, a luxury
A healthy child in the perambulator, lovely comfort, a luxury
Surely convinced by the holy wood
That when flung – gods gracious hands will catch you
You fall through enough leaves
Eventually there'll be
A forest floor
A dark cold mulched core
Just like you
Under all your
Silly feathers
There lies dirt
It's time to retire
Our mothers screams
To what they were
A balance of anxiety
We remedy – no longer amputate
We speak – no longer lacerate
A shot in the arm, a cup of laudanum, wearing a sacred headdress
A mild passing gesture – to dance in novelty
A locked door,
A halted cough,
A healthy child,
Surely convinced
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2. |
Confusion
01:47
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Remedy remedy, islandic remedy
The plants of Yosemite
Weren't enough
Fought for war
And fought peace and
Fought for these lands
Evolving
Hidden hidden, hidden women
In the kitchen
Of your bitchin’ apartment
The harlot
From heartless
Homegrown profit
Seller of manure
Dealer of the cure
For party boredom
Gone is sweet Sodom
Quick flash rob 'em
With your dance
To the high frequency lance
Repeated to stimulate
misguided celebrate
Of the better rape
Cutting them corners
Not focused on war nerds
Causing them problems
Tipping the scales
To their avail
In the pits of centurion rite
That is the life
Of the red and white
Banners lining all our vision
Time for incision
Lobotomy of our enemies
Always two steps ahead
Might as well be dead
Eventually
Their factory
Will be husks like us
Filled with chips
Incapable of perfection
But I prefer function
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3. |
Petrification
03:15
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Did you ever see yourself
Doing all that you did
When a whole year passes and you haven’t called
If you didn't’ want it
If you didn’t want it
You shouldn’t have signed
That paper with your dick
Look at where all your settling got yourself
You must be happy with your compromising
All your lying
If you didn’t want it
Why didn’t you say so?
In front of the judge
Should’ve saved time
Paid those fines
Spared everyone the foolery,
but it’s not a matter of want
It’s a matter of ability. Right?
You couldn’t? You couldn’t.
It’s so hard to parent. When your ex-wifes a bitch.
I understand life changes you, not to mention barrages you with:
-Trying to find enjoyment in recreation.
-Working your ass off with heart palpitations.
-Dealing with politics in a broken nation.
But there – there you are.
There you are, Mr. Fucking-Fix-It
At the center of it all balancing credit
Bankrupt, but you got your own harem
No shortage there, my man
You spent so much time, fixing shit in the garage
That you forgot about all that was in the house.
It must hurt to know that you’re less of a father, and more of a monster
At least you’ve got your pension.
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4. |
She
02:19
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You musn’t put yourself to blame
For the blooming life seemingly ghosted
If it wasn’t yourself
Another would be shamed
A sister with her unborn children
It wasn’t your fault
It was a man’s
It wasn’t your flaws
That drew him up
A circle, a thing
With no end, no start
The pardoned lying, and clay encased heart
All the kings and their warriors
Persist in flinging boulders over barriers
But boys will be boys
Self-fulfilling
stammered-from-crying
pallid-faced
pulling portions
pushed from pylons
pattering pity
pathetically pathing leaving beady remnants behind
on the revenant pane, printing it’s palette on light shown.
Reeking seeping swamp green
Reassuring through outward appearance
The daily tribunal
Of passing people
The jury’s decided
It will persist – and be as it’s always been
It wasn’t your fault
It was a man’s
It wasn’t your flaws
That drew him up
It was a sequence
A long build up to
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5. |
Tail Biter
03:13
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The shylock beckons the tavern
A place, a Scene between
Quotient frames that claim
The foundation his very own
He dances as he speaks
His waltz wills the floor to creak
Brick
Brick
Brick
On another
His brother,
his mother,
his father
he’s lost,
but he’s not worried
It’s not just the end
It’s the end of their turn
One day he’ll say
It’s a game to him – and it’s not his turn
He’s so flippant about everything
What’s the point and why does it matter
Why’s it all filled with such black matter
What’s the nebuli off in the distance, and why does it dance and why is persistent
Oh, where will it go
What’s the point of all of this fighting
And when will it end in clean cut lawns
Is it that the shylock will find himself when it is all too late
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6. |
Deewin
02:04
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Sticking on skis. Skis. Skis.
Sailing the seas. Seas. Seas.
Breaking down walls. Walls. Walls
Constructing seesaws out of rawhide
Looking for something to lie about
Shouting out the buyer sucking up to sire
Digging in the gold mines – letting the coal shine
All in a hard day’s work
Get outside and fight a bear you pussy
Can’t lick the soil and be so choosy
Get off the chessboard
That ain’t your so called
Intellect
To Pakhet
That’s an insult
Oh you limp
Across the hinterlands
You’re such a wimp
With your awry hands
Hands. Eyes. Hands. Eyes. Hands. Eyes. Hands. Eyes. Hands. Eyes. Hands. Eyes.
Eyes
Sculpting out little worlds
From fire in inkwells and crystal capsules
The terrible mules of caffeine and blasphemes
To Stonefist herself
It seems. It seems
The breaking of seams
The horrible vein
of all of our vain
That’s enough
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7. |
Clockworm
02:27
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You can’t hide
It’s not a game anymore
You’re hurting people, Debra
You’re promising freedom
Where the tide churns thick
and the branches were twigs
But the canyons, they don’t see
They’ll grow atop your bones so freely
Does it comfort you
Throwing sand like pixie dust –
Calling it that, too
Warm against the gale
With skin like an emu
You’ve gone too far
You can’t chew into
Your fatty down
Your downy chat
About the clouds
and all that shrouds,
but what do you do?
You complain
You’ll be teeth in the dirt just like the rest of us
Make something of yourself
You can’t hide
Does it comfort you
You were so excited that you shouted aloud
“Bring us the dingus and all that comes with it! Oh”
Everyone escaped their fuckfreak cell
They nodded along as they knew the feeling all too well
Fuckfreaks so happy they missed
That their leader was a plagiarist
‘Spose no one cares about that anyway
As long as they’re happy
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8. |
Moonrise
01:20
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9. |
Ataguitania
04:11
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“If this is what my life is
Then I’d like to begin again”
(-Orual Orlean)
It was like waking up from a dream
All those twelve some years
All those silly tears
Now you have something to really cry about
The mannequin household is a proud old bunch
At least that’s what you remember from closing your eyes
In that torturous sleep
It’s not like it was a dream, because it’s something you aspire to be
No, quite the opposite when you’re thinking about how proud are of how fucked up you are
And here you are
Still building castles
When you can’t see any merit in it
Ain’t it just a joke – every living second
Friends that pretend
Lies that are pretend
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10. |
Fiona's Song
03:04
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Strigid Baltimore, Maryland
Shake your tailfeathers.
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