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Shit Kicked to the Curb
04:48
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Throw rocks and gravel
At the base of your father
And you ask
Why did you stop listening?
Shit kicked to the curb
(But for what? But for what? But for what?)
I set up a chair next to the window
I spend most of my time there
Waiting for my father
Shit kicked to the curb
(But for what? But for what? But for what?)
And I go down to where you are
Once a week,
Just to talk to you
Just to talk to the ground
Just to talk to the dirt
Shit kicked to the curb
(But for what? But for what? But for what?)
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there’s a taste like plastic in the air on andre
it’s hitting me as though I’ve never tasted the city before
it’s damp like night sky, sopping orange
someone on the street is calling me by my father’s name
memories of collision bring me to slip
vocalizing to the silent row
propelling, trudging, gallivanting
all to conquer is concrete
all to conquer is concrete
all to conquer is concrete
sirens are always real
they leave a stagger in their path
yr shoved from dream to dream by every siren’s scream
the taste in the air is obliterated by sound
O, and it’s dissipating
you wake up waltzing, it’s a universe for dancing
spilling everything all over the place, sopping orange
catching elbows to yr chest, to yr core, to the pit that is you
to yr core
the pit that is you
O, and it’s dissipating
the lead in yr gut persists
the pit that is you
O, it’s dissipating
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Dub Bear Himself
04:15
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This is what I know, I step into the hall
yr ghosts are dripping down the banister
I begin to lose my grip as you round the corner
face to face, this is what I know
all I know
my gracious host, spectres of spokes radiating
the volition of ghosts
I’ll stumble down the walk spouting to these porches dark with night
the ruination silos by the water know
but their road dead ends in a corner to round
the bricks breakin my feet disrupt the air
they’ve heard what I know
all I know
my gracious host
spectres of spokes, radiating
the volition of ghosts
O the stupid dread anxiety of my spine
I’ll always haunt this hall, unable to scrub the stain of you from the wood
filth unending, sweat never stops soaking to the bone
we converge at a corner, the light burns out in the hall
wet with dark, I’ll tell you what I know
all I know
the bones of my host, spectres of spokes, radiating
the volition of ghosts
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Big Big Sound
11:04
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Windows whistle to the point of annoyance
But everything needs to be excited
Burning building falls to the ground
But I do dig that big big sound!
Burning building falls to the ground
But I do dig that big big sound!
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Wailing Somewhere in the Odyssey
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Blot the sun
Melt the sun
Let the sun
Melt the sun
You've been wrong once or twice
You've been wrong once or twice
Haven't you?
Haven't you?
Haven't you?
I think that you have
I can't believe you let those men
You let those men
You let them take your clothes away
You let them take you drug money
You let them take your clothes away
Leaving you there naked
All naked and sunburned
Naked and sunburned
All red from sunburn
My father once said to me
Son, my young son
He said son, my young son
You could be a brook
(Babbling)
You could be a stream
Or you could be the river
He said, son
You could be a stream
You could be a brook
You could be a stream
Or you could be the river
You could be the river
And overflow over the masses
Like a wet towel, like a wet towel
Like a fucking wet towel
Like a fucking wet towel
Like a fucking wet towel
And overflow!
Overflow!
That's how I know Ryan's machine kills fatchicks
His fingers bleed to kill the fatchicks
Ryan's machine kills fatchicks
His fingers bleed to kill the fatchicks
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David Spayed
12:56
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This was recorded without a permit
Underwater
Depository
Depository
Try as you may
This cannot be stolen
Try as you know, you are broken
This cannot be stolen
Infinite majesty, infinite ruin
(Infinite majesty, infinite ruin)
Once this place was beautiful
It had gold steps to your throne
Red carpet everywhere
(Red carpet everywhere)
But now, there's corpses everywhere
Infinite majesty, infinite ruin
This was recorded without the permission of the Senate
Underwater
Underwater
Depository
This cannot be stolen
Depository
Infinite majesty, infinite ruin
(Infinite majesty, infinite ruin)
Try as you may
This cannot be stolen
Try as you know, you are broken
This cannot be stolen
Infinite majesty, infinite ruin
(Wash away, wash away)
Once this place was beautiful
It had gold steps to your throne
Red carpet everywhere
But now, there's corpses
There's corpses
Everywhere
This was recorded without a permit
This was recorded without a permit
Infinite majesty, infinite ruin
(Wash away. wash away)
Once this place was beautiful
(Wash away. wash away)
It had gold steps to your throne
Red carpet everywhere
Everywhere
But now, there's corpses
There's corpses
Everywhere
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8. |
Kiss the Stroke Lip
08:13
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I didn't ask for this
I will love you
Spit all over me
All over me
I caught you looking at it
I caught you looking at it
Kiss it
Feel it
Love it
Touch it
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Rub your tongue across my fucked up face
Kiss it
Feel it
Love it
Touch it
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Rub your tongue across my fucked up face
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Spit all over me
Rub your tongue across my fucked up face
Kiss it
Feel it
Love it
Touch it
Spit all over me
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