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Get Well K8
03:17
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They say good things come to those who wait
But I've waited long enough for a lifetime;
Long enough to have found something better than what I initially waited for
Something worth waiting
Something worth work
Something that won't turn me into some kind of big jerk
Someone worth dating
Somewhat descend
Into the arms long awaited: ideal dividend
So get
Get well, Kate
Get. Well. Kate.
Get well soon.
You keep your feet on my dashboard
You leave your junk in my room
Yeah, I'm a sucker for a glutton and you make me swoon
You say you're not that high maintenance
You also say you're not great
So why the hell am I anxious when you're six hours late?
"Oh, well I'm just bad at timing"
Is a shitty excuse
Be that paired with the time I wasted waiting doesn't give me much use
So get
Get well, Kate
Get well, Kate
Get well
Sue me. I'm awful intolerant
Are there hints I'm dropping that you don't get
Pay your own rent with money spent
Dipsomaniac wingding
Religious alien nut
What you're saying is bullshit thus your mouth is your butt
Look. I don't doubt you're suffering
I'm suffering, too
From dealing with whatever made this monstrous mess outta you, baby Kate
So get
Get well, Kate
Get well, Kate
Get well soon
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Kaleidoscope Genius
03:06
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Poor boy holds you so neat
in his tick-tockin chest,
tucked behind his ribs
and a bullet proof vest
but that won't stop your
curious knife from
dissecting his head,
locating the best bed for
to lay the lighter fluid
Poor boy, brush fire's goin',
smoke is combing his hair,
speaking for the air
that he needed to see and breathe.
Out will pour his envy,
out will pour his control,
poor boy pours the whiskey,
and gets to thinking:
I've become a fractal for your kaleidoscope,
I've become a fractal for you.
I spy the others glinting and I feel no hope.
I've become a fractal for your kaleidoscope.
Poor boy ain't ever dig the dude
swingin' from your neck
sippin' from your grin
like it's tonic and gin
and out pour the bleating jealousies -
converge cyclically,
shoving heaving inching pinching
clinching cinching wrenching crimping
never ever touching winds
screaming for you
singing for you
listen to them sing:
I've become a fractal for your kaleidoscope,
I've become a fractal for you.
I spy the others glinting and I feel no hope.
I've become a fractal for your kaleidoscope.
Keep on twisting, you'll see,
we're still shifting, for you,
all of us are shifting for you,
all of this and how for you
all of this for you
all of this for you
all of this for you
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Balloon Child
00:38
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Finch
05:10
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If I were a bird I
Know that I would be
still, right here next to you
on this park bench
and I do a little jiggle
little wiggle little jig
little birdie dance for you I'd
puff all my feathers out,
shake 'em all about
and my bitty birdie brain pan
twould be strugglin for a game plan
would it be a cinch for the finch I'd be?
I'd sing for thee.
*birdsounds*
flying after you
is all I'd ever do
dip my wings in glue
still I'd sing through tainted blue
flying after you my
vector'd be so god damn true
flying after you
like the lace of an undone shoe
fringillidae fringillidae
either way either way
from the branches babe
I'd cry, ohhh
*birdsounds*
*guitar solo*
flying after you
is all I'd ever do
dip my wings in glue
still I'd sing through tainted blue
flying after you my
vector'd be so god damn true
flying after you
like the lace of an undone shoe
choked up lungs will see me through
flying after you
choked up lungs will see me through
flying after you
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6. |
Mantra for the World
00:11
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Quit hating yer neighbor
If you don't hate yer neighbor, quit looking for another neighbor to hate
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Yikeso Bikeso
02:36
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I need a roommate; I need a couch
I need a TV. Mine's moving out.
I don't wanna make out.
Can't stand to shove my tongue in your small mouth.
Don't idealize other strangers before you've ever even met.
Hit that button with red circle on your audiocassette
And duplicate the playback in your little wooden tape deck.
Don't idealize other strangers.
Yeah.
I'm still wearing my ex girlfriend's clothes.
Pent up; avoidant 'til my bearings grow.
In moderation every stoic knows
That one should never wear ex girlfriends' clothes.
Of inundations it's the bottommost,
Even if you think you look better in em anyway
One should never wear ex girlfriends' clothes.
Yeah.
Yikeso bikeso, everybody ghosts.
Gamophobia knows such anecdotes.
I can't unsee her face as a cockroach,
Yet I'm wearing my ex girlfriend's coat.
Yeah.
Much too big a bite of sobering thought:
"Look here, the free world," said the argonaut
Watching the mountains he so avidly sought.
Local militia saw a lesson to be taught.
Unseen, it only took one gunshot.
Now his body's left to rot.
"Look here, the free world," said the argonaut.
Yeah.
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8. |
Que Sriracha
04:37
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I'm sick of cigarettes
So much it hurts
Still I smoke cigarettes like some jerk
I'm sick of cigarettes
Clinging to cherubs' breath
I'm sick of cigarettes
And what happened to this head?
Where's my Sigmund Freud;
An absent mind to circumspect some prolonged, benign negelct
Neglect brought us here, I guess
I want a cigarette as the rancorously odorous cherubs' breath still reeks of cigarettes
People are stupid
And then they die, and that's what makes me happy
If money is time
Which one am I wasting more and that's what keeps me wondering
Is everyone this neurotic or is it just me?
Que Sriracha; what'll be will be
And it's a la-dee-da-da la-dee-da-da-da-da
I don't wanna sleep alone
Que sera sera
Se la vie; what'll be will be
One in a million
Food allergy
Some swollen-throated soliloquy
My gut is murdering my head
So barren-spirited and full of all that bread
And what is celiac disease?
It's a million degrees
This real infectious kryptonyte is dressed to look like wheat
And who put this on my plate?
Self-imposed self hate;
A malignantly ponderous conundrum of what I think I ate
People are stupid
And then they die, and that's what makes me happy
If money is time
Which one am I wasting more and that's what keeps me wondering
Is everyone this neurotic or is it just me?
Que Sriracha; what'll be will be
And it's a la-dee-da-da la-dee-da-da-da-da
I don't wanna sleep alone
Que sera sera
Se la vie; what'll be will be
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Jerge
05:10
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Closer to paradise than ever in the longest while
Hushing the worries away through a succulent tube
Pulling the ceiling over my shoulder; clandestine
Stowing myself as I struggle to reach for the snooze
Favoritism always goes to the dog that shits outside
To be an angel or drunk with vitriol: which one am i?
The final frontier of social taboo is facial tattoos
A song about silence: endearing crux to bear
A decent sense of humor helps the time go by
The band, They Might Be Giants, is always playing in the air
Ashes, ashes; dust to dust. Yahweh. The dog is fine
If only there were better ways to tame this cranky, restless mind
Theo
Avoiding the sun, barely working a living off nothing
Yet spending my earnings like some bashfully handsome tycoon
The internet is a graveyard of sorts for half-baked ideas
Both that and my wallet keep me from leaving this room
I'm not leaving this room
Maybe if we'd met last year things would be much different
Headfirst into a daydream, I erroneously forget
Theo
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sepia_beach.mov
00:26
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Again you're in my light,
infiltrate my sight,
make me feel insane.
Your eyes change color with your moods,
create a silence we'd share
I'd never dare intrude.
And I just don't know what to do about it...
A whole lotta nothin' is what I'm gonna do.
My silly synapses
always seem to snap these darling
photos of you.
They'll present the stills
and I'll swallow (like pills)
the inklings they make me feel.
And I just don't know what to do about it.
A whole lotta nothin' is what I'm gonna do.
oh yeah,
absolutely nothing,
much ado,
yeah cuz I design the darkest storms,
I'm the nimbus to your cumulo
and I torture myself on a daily basis,
just by thinking of you
but I'm gonna do that anyway
cuz I'm a masochist
(masochist, masochist, masochist)
Circular magnetics
present in our first kiss by that
gray trash can,
A primitive reaction
accelerates attraction,
for you I'd write anything in my lawn.
Oh and I just don't know what to do about it.
A whole lotta nothin' is what I'm gonna do.
really and truly
you know
sittin' around...
I design the darkest storms,
I'm the nimbus for your cumulo.
And I torture myself
(That's good)
On a daily basis,
Just by thinking of you.
(But I'm going to do that, indeed!)
A whole lotta nothin' is what I'm gonna do.
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I want to be buried naked, weary, shaking, naked.
I want to be buried naked, weary, shaking, insane.
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LD parks his light blue car; makes his way inside
Doesn't hesitate to always speak his thoughts
Loves to contemplate, then debate an unspoken societal conduct
But doesn’t see what’s wrong with saying
Wang isn’t a bad first name. Wang
Then you’ve got the whole “-ang” family
Fang, bang, tang…
Tang. It’s a juice
Mindy’s wild gossip’s spreading terroristic feud
You’re swaying Palestinians to stick it with a Jew,
Ignoring Cheryl’s feelings, falling from an altitude
Cause the TiVo guy is in the living room
So we shout, “Thanks, bald asshole!”
Don’t condescend me with your tiny pear
I’m not the one who has a problem here, friend
You are. You are
A sect; a group. That’s a hate crime
With all due respect, Officer Berg, you are not bald.
You've chosen to shave your hair and that's a look you're cultivating
In order to look fashionable, but we don't really consider you part of the bald community
With all due respect
Thanks, bald asshole
Bowing too obtuse at the Japanese is awful rude
Critiques society unless its head is just as nude
Thanks, bald asshole
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15. |
The Afterthought
01:20
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