1. |
vicious tumors
02:07
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How far has it spread
Sorry if I’m in a panic
From his testes to his head
What do you mean by metastatic?
How far has it spread?
Sorry to be so manic
From his colon to his head
Please say it’s not metastatic
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2. |
uncontrollable dirge
02:23
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My child's bovine eyes
Can't help but shudder
Drinks so deep, of incidental lies
To repeat this offense
To give a brother
Limb to limb - a prurient design
I have till now just one regret
That I knew but could not forget
The soil in my skin and eyes
Caused me to commit my tiny crime
My child, my love
See them dancing?
Pretty display, joyous and divine
I hope you can forgive
This wasted breath
I'll guide you, forcefully and blind
I have till now just one regret
That I knew but could not forget
The soil in my skin and eyes
Caused me to commit my tiny crime
How could you squander
My last dignity
Fruit of my labor
Is surely killing me
I have to help you, find you some relief
I hope the night will save you, from all your grief
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3. |
gurgie has no friends
03:05
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The stairs in your voice they formulate
Falling
Such a far climb now
Stumbling, stumbling
Tethered Parrot Tethered Parrot
Spitting ones and zeros you culminate
become the thing you say you hate
Bathe the crowd in your truth through chatter
Smug and secure
Content to drool truisms
The heads all nod and smile to your chatter
Your decisive complacency makes me sick
Your mind and your heart are washed in it
They all approve, it’s well known
So into the fiery cauldron I go.
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rainbow machine
02:00
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Dust the cobwebs off my pickled cortex
Shake the rust from between my ears
Grease the creases between my eyelids
Give me a kick to start these gears
This smoke won’t kill me
Neither will the next
Fill me up with fluids
Then wring me out to dry
Use my body like a mop
Until the day I die
I’ve got a brand new ache
some random pains
I've got an itchy tickle
Deep inside my brains
I feel like I got punched so hard
I can scarcely draw my breath
Fill me up with fluids
Then wring me out to dry
Use my body like a mop
Until the day I die
I dreamt a dream of you again
It felt like real life
Except you weren’t my brother
But someone else’s wife
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6. |
meat cook
01:53
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Tastes so much better of the bone he said
Gristle glistening between his teeth
Juices dripping down his chin
I can't think of a greater sin
Than to be a vegetarian
I can' t think of a greater waste
Why have sight? Why have smell? Why have taste?
Go fetch the sommelier, my dear garçon
We need a smashing wine to pair with Ortolan
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7. |
i could bourge in hope
03:21
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Alcohol
Nicotine
Caffeine
Ketamine
Light a, Candle
Small Ghost, Big screen
Two Knocks
Four doors
Sweet lines
Corridors
Tie me up, Tie me down
Tie me off, Let me drown
Red lips, Pretty scripts
Will there really be a morning?
Dead show
Bright lights
More pills
More takes
Close up, I see
Their hands, Their feed
Rehearsed
Obtuse
Well groomed
Contused
Their Cheer, Their Seed
Their Breath, Inside me
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8. |
a cage for an animal
00:55
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9. |
randy's body
02:22
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I’ve grown soft, and I’ve grown weak
This bag of meat ain’t what is used to be
It didn’t used to be this way
I’m really starting to feel my age
At what point did I lose my body
And wind up in this cage?
Seconds turn into hours
Hours into weeks
The sands of time are disappearing
Like suds into a sink
Make myself some shit to eat
Watch some bad TV
It seems that I blacked out again
Before I brushed my teeth
The years have not been kind to me
alcohol, drugs, STDs.
Cotton-mouthed and bloodshot mornings
I’m breakfastless alone again
Seconds turn into hours
Hours into weeks
The sands of time are disappearing
Like suds into a sink
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10. |
a farewell to charms
03:16
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Within the silenced walls
I tap around my hands
Fill the room with noise
Feel for points or signs
Semblance of use
Pulse of sleep
Wake up shower kick the shit salivate
Biding time
Move mouth hurl laughs take the piss inoculate
Biding time
Memories still dance
To the records we loved
Pulse of sleep
Memories still speak
Soaked thoughts
Drenched words
Watch the tube bite the food throw the horse ruminate
Finding time
Kill the sound erase the pulse drown the words conciliate
Finding time
So long Gilda
And the endless porcelain flights
So long Cole
No more dead moon nights
Goodbye Ziggy
No stardust in sight
Through silenced walls I watch you
Fare thee well
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11. |
now i am become chilton
01:21
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