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Space Yams
06:07
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Cracking
06:12
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The snow plow woke me up as it drove past
I guess my windows a little too close to the road
And the cigarette ash on the window sill and the stale wine
In a plastic cup
Take a sip I can hear myself in the bathroom
need a shave need a shower
and my eyes are a little red
but im tired and its early
and the running water makes me
makes me nervous
anyways
I dreamt of you and I was late for work again
I threw the light up all over you
A glutton’s masterpiece of
Half digested hues
Spittin up the grease and snails
Like a holy chosen beast
Could you read the future in my entrails?
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3. |
Crickets
05:45
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4. |
Mammalian
06:41
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I scratched your name off my wall to save me
It broke the column of air that was forcing seagulls into my lungs
There’s not much you could do for me I was always free
A pox on your family
Stick a needle in your eye
Is this what you’re saying about me?
Cripple his loins
Block up his bowels, beat him for hours
Feed him to the creatures in his own head
He’s not a victim, He’s not a martyr
He’s just a silly kid who lost his bread crumb trail home
So get out
There’s not much I could do for you
You’re hands were red, mine were too
I bit straight through my tongue to stop me from shouting aloud
The pain was worth the pride I gained when I convinced myself that self control was an angle worth giving a try
It for now
There’s not much They could do for Us
We’ve already lost their trust
It’s so easy to remember
So how could I forget?
All the lies I spat through your pavement
They never got me wet
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Oceanography
08:09
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Its a crutch, its a conversational piece of mind
It's a vault to guard the follicle walls
I throw my fingers into the sand
and wait for the current to bend
I grab the seaweed stalks
and feed the starfish arms
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6. |
Counting Sheep
04:35
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7. |
Keep Hidden
07:58
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Oh its, so cold here
I am inside out with fear
That I'll never see the sun again
My claws wont work and I cant rend
My way out of
This paper bag Im in
So I keep hiding
must keep hidden
This bed it is a prison cell
The warden is a witch whose spell
was cast to keep my dreams in hell
so I'll keep
Must keep hiding
Must keep hidden
Oh these grinding gears
I have wound my clock with fear
That my teeth will rot
I wont stay thin
My eyes completely sunken in
Way down low
Trapped inside this skull
so I'll keep digging
must keep digging
Ooooh
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8. |
Carousel
02:45
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9. |
Anchor Envy
12:37
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Like natives on the hudson bay with
our fake lights will lead ships astray
crash on the rocks and then we'll play
play in the wreckage
like pirates in a misty cove
we steal whiskey and knapsacks of gold
to throw in the water
20,000 leagues below
were playin the
calm down
the worlds gotta end somehow
but were safe now
damage control by the fact that we get older
we get older
then we die
like lichen on a stubborn stone
we chew sediment and tiny bits of bone
and we do it alone
we are the wreckage
were all goin home
oh
chorus
would the empty parts of the world
fix the broken piece of my soul
would the broken piece of my soul
fit the empty space in the world
sail on sail on sail on
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