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Zig Ziggy!
04:08
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It's grotesque, the kind of things you have to say to make things turn out a certain way. It's bloody and dastardly and cold to feel vindicated; to feel bold. Don't you hate falling on your face? Feeling your lovers eyes adrift in a shared space. Losing at this race. Knowing a man ain't quite a man unless he's killed something. It's unfair to know the way you are will never take you very far. It's evil and it's ugly and it's wrong to have taken it this distance. To have stretched it out this long. It's laughable to know your weakness is the apex of your strength. Zig ziggy, do the graveyard dance!
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Extra Dry Skin
04:16
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When the ceiling collapses there will be cement patches to cover the damage.Then the harsh shade of winter will draw out the splinters of the epidural layer. And when I rise from this bed and i see you again, I'll know that time has gone by...'cause your skin is so dry. Extra dry skin! That radiant glow will highlight and show that fork in the upcoming road. And I'll brace like a coward for that meteor shower to explode from your glower. And when i clear from my head all those words that you said, crusted blood and old brine...Your skin is so dry! Split knuckles, chapped lips, dead skin and red eyes...Your skin is so dry!
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Gypsy
02:56
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My lungs are older than the rest of my body. I'm peering into the soul of a gypsy. I long to run and dance and sing. i long to hear my heart beat quickly. but all I can do is cough. All I can do is wheeze. All I can do is sleep. Food and drink and smoke. My pleasure is a gypsy pointing her bony finger at me. I feel the future that I aim for lay to waste like a carcass in the field that no one will ever taste. In my dreams as I oversleep for the day, I hear the donkey inside of me bray. I'll never be that man, I'll always be this way. Here's to the end of me.
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Uniform
04:14
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It's quiet, but it's hostile; being exiled from the circle. Cast away to live among remnants who were once strong and fertile. Out here I'm helpless. Forced to mingle with cowards. Pretending I'm not one of them. Pretending I have power. Take shelter, there's a coming storm! Bitch, put on that uniform. I'll see you tomorrow at the church picnic. try your best to hide that you're a fucking cynic. Clarity, it's fucking lonely keeping my opinions to me. Rejoicing on the rare occasions when i can still feel free. Seeing grown men, groomed for achievement. Knowing I'm an impostor. Knowing I don't believe it. Your resting place will be troubled no more. I'm closing your coffin on this cement floor.
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Kari
03:51
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In the grand scheme of things, we are just micro fins swimming in oceans that are infinitely big. But your love fills me up and makes a man of me. In this whole universe there's no place that I'd rather be. We know our love is the whole world. Your smile, your skin and eyes, they make me hypnotized. A roller coaster in my belly and between my thighs. I could just dream all day about your sexy way. There is no god, but you make me want to kneel down and pray. You were made for me and I was made for you.
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Social Media
04:18
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It's all bad news depending on which way you look at it. It's them half truths restoring your faith in the counterfeit. It's all hatred no matter which side you're on. It's all hatred. I'm talking murder and slander and guns. One billion voices screaming into the nothingness. Two billion voices afraid of an enemy that they've never seen. Three billion voices tearing apart all their kin and their lovers. Four billion voices praying hard to a god torn asunder. It's all hate speech no matter for whom you are advocating. Clergy preach while everyone's mentally masturbating. We don't read except when we scroll through opinions and videos. It's all news feed creating monsters with ravenous libidos. Five billion voices drinking blood from a chalice at their dinner tables. Six billion voices planting the seeds of hatred in the next generation. Seven billion voices regressing back to the primates that we came from. Eight billion voices...
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Old And Useless
03:10
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Dutch Elm Disease
04:19
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With tear stains and vomit on my lips, I promise to change between these violent fits. You're my blood even though you're not my blood. Your bloodshot eyes look like candy canes. It makes me long for the Christmas season, baby. This is just like Dutch Elm disease in a forest of Elm trees. When it starts to rain the mascara melts down your cheek.
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Feed The Lion
05:24
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I'm breaking. I'm broken. I'm older and it's taking it's toll. I'm faking all the splendor. I'm obsessed with being younger. Come on and feed the lion. Time flows like a river in April and I become less significant with each day that passes. The crows dance on my face and my voice loses its vibrato. They built a world to compartmentalize me and i scramble to fall in line
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Dance Song
03:49
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I got an itch, it needs scratching. All lascivious and warm! It's a hearty situation, a warm cannibal peering through the fog. A dense jesuit, a cold animal hunting you down like a dog. Tits and ass and period blood all swirl around in the cortex. Cut the lights, the dam will flood as we eat fresh meat in the vortex. Charisma, malice, a forked penis. Come on and lick me. Empty chalice, a false witness. Aging and sickly. This is no prediction, it's a harbinger tearing away all the comfort. This is medical. A young farmer drinking away the summer. I want to dig your dead body up and feast upon your remains. I want to excavate your dead body and feed upon your remains. I want to get a shovel to that graveyard. Dig you up and feast upon your remains. I bet you taste like cherry pie, girl.
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I Woke Up On A Beach
05:03
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I'm blistered, an adequate warning from the sun. When I whisper, it's not meant for anyone. I'm a cynic in a diplomat's uniform. I'm twisted around the womb where I'm reborn. Looking back, all I see is the girth, the length and the promise. Just ahead, all I see is the hurt, the pain and the rawness. I'm hobbled as I harvest from this field. I'm nervous as I brace hard with this shield. I'm a lover in a general's uniform. An animal bark escapes me as I'm devoured by this storm. Dead eyes. I woke up on a beach. There was a hula dancer!
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Brevity
02:30
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You might think I'm old but it went by like that. Eating the longevity and grace. Truth be told, I'm not afraid to die. I'm fucking sad my conciousness will be erased. It's the tragedy of brevity I cry for. It's the tragedy of brevity I lament. It's the tragedy of brevity i cry for. That you and me will never see this place again. The shades of truth and wisdom that I've come to know will scatter oh so gently in the air. And in a hundred, or so years, not a soul will shed a tear. It's exactly like I was never here.
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