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Denta-bliterate
00:25
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Drinking Cup
04:00
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Wallowing in self deprecation is about as good as
Catching up on sleep deprivation like you know you shouldn't
Use excessive similes to relate to opportunities
So dead and gone that they've cultured a family of worms
It's not you, it's me and the way I treat myself the way I do
Amidst these complications
Cause what are my brain cells compared to the hours spent
Wondering whether you'd show up and turn me around?
I'm not ashamed of the way you move me, still
There's not a glimmer of hope from which I'll get my fill
So hold it up: your drinking cup, and steer the course downhill
Hold it up: your drinking cup and kill
Hi. I mispronounced your name
Is this why you're not the same as when we introduced a vaguely prostituted misconception?
So conjure up the obsolete when I ascertain verbatim
Whatever in the fuck that means; full of arbitrary jargon
Or is it all the garbage that creeps above the can
That determines if I'm hardly able to hold my anger in
But I'm not ashamed of the way you move me, still
There's not a glimmer of hope from which I'll get my fill
So hold it up: your drinking cup, and steer the course downhill
Hold it up: your drinking cup and kill
Kill.
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3. |
Zilch, Forever
03:32
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Kickstart my day into a mood
If I tried to blame it on my dad I’m awful
Set long term plans on fire
And take a bow as the critics call you “asshole”
Waiting for the words to come around
As I squirm away to avoid another mouthful
Suave shandy in my palms
Makes my cerebration much more palpable
Gotta lotta words on nothing
And the nothing I am
But I won’t count on you to understand
Lost in a sea of thought
And I’m drowning as some existential has been
Thank god my leash been cut
So I can’t succumb to honky tunnel vision
Gotta lotta words on nothing
And most of them are “damn it”
But I couldn’t quite count on you to understand it
The hues of blues
Touch down when my impatience makes you red
Like I said
Putting out the trash can of love
You’ll find me skulking for a new contestant
Sentimental Bernie Madoff
A Ponzi Scheme as quickly as you guessed it
Gotta lotta words for nothing
A lot of ways to agree
Zilch, forever’s the right approach for me
I put it all together in St. Augustine
I’ll come back down like a constipated guillotine
Zilch, forever. I mean what I mean
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4. |
David Byrne
04:35
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Shyann, I’m sorry, man
And I’ll do what I can to pay you back sometime
Every thought I had to share was better when you said it
A lesson often heard, yet to be learned, a creeping sentiment too true
The color of the curtains and your face are turning red
And you’ve half a thousand pretty pictures leaking out your head
Sweet bean, you know what I mean
It hurts to see someone you admire so much so vulnerable
Every hug before we met was waiting to be over
These accidental deprecations are your fifty ways to love a loser
But you deserve much better, often scared I can’t deliver
These jumbled nerves will sort themselves behind a cigarette
As thoughts of how you hate my guts produce a slight Tourette
Still I love Dave Byrne, the way that he sings
These are two of my favorite things
And I swear
I swear a lot
No bread on the table, no bacon up my sleeves
And I could starve half a lifetime; still I’d pay to watch you eat
However long I live may not constitute a lifetime
Sleep when you’re dead, you posthumous bedhead
I still swim like a waterbug
Paddling to exhaustion, don’t get anywhere still I love
Still I love Dave Byrne, the way that he sings
These are two of my favorite things
And I swear
I swear a lot
The simpleton inside me can’t decipher what comes next
An adolescent-like plateau; development arrest.
Still I love
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5. |
Leave, Party, Leave
03:32
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Your hands are tied
My ears are dead
Broken tape and food for the birds
A skipping record in the back of my head
These kids are your world and the world is your oyster
Don’t let em watch you bleed
Leave, [party], leave
Monotonous business for busy bees
Gossip hangs like lipsnot on a baby
Til its mom comes to wipe it clean
Tongue-tied and useless
With reckless abandon
And soft serve sympathies
Leave, [party], Leave
Your unwillingness to hear my needs and discomfort should not become a blind black hole with zero deductive reasoning usurping sunlight from the end of my day
I’m glad to lend advice to help you sort yourself out
But it’s much too much, so I gotta go away-S.A.P
The weight of the world shouldn’t land on your shoulders
So forget those diocese
Leave, [party], Leave
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6. |
Palette Cleanser
00:19
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7. |
Colors In Optics
02:19
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Sometimes you make me giggle
Hiding comments to myself
When I see doing those same old things
That remind me of your mental health
Be well
Take care of yourself
I hope you’re feeling better
No one should be unwell
Your rage shouldn’t be empowering
But that’s yours in which to dwell
So be well
Take care of yourself
I’m glad you have my number
Remembering what we shared
Don’t be a stranger
When I see you sittin' with a victim’s disposition
I have no option but to sit back and stare
So take care
Be good to yourself
Be well
Take care of yourself
Be well
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8. |
My Moody Ragtime
02:10
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Hey, I’ll be here in the bathroom
Putting my life on hold
Making plans to share it with you
But since I had that vivid dream
Where you worked in ultimatums, this thing has grown so mean
I cried out but you were never listening
Hey, could we slow down for a moment
As we boast our supposed good teamwork
It’s not quite that chauvinistic
Still in my skin, yet idealized
A kind repudiation we oft romanticize
Is such trash it’s drawing flies
Stowed away for safety
Pandemic’s come to town
But when I think of you or hanging myself
My feet don’t touch the ground
As often as one’s feedback counts
Your bias fuels this doubt.
Think I’ll just have to sit this one out
Oh yeah, oh my god yeah that feels so good, thank you.
My counselor says I’m not that toxic
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9. |
Smile, Mood, Smile
01:54
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I’ve been wandering for a while
Loving all the wrong faces of loose-lipped impatience
Long-gone and often beguiled
Nihilistically amusing, here to blur the lines between
The impetus of reprimand and what remains of being a child
My brain’s in disarray
I’m begging you to hang out a little while longer
Cause when you’re in my arms
I’ll smile, mood, smile
face à face, j'aime ton trou du cul amoureux
Its kisses embrace a warmth so versatile
Well-versed intentions brimming splendidly with the means
Of the countless equations on sunburst sensations for this feeling juvenile
The clock is screaming at 3am
Still my heart’s acting like it’s high on amphetamines
Cause when I’m in your eyes
I’ll smile, with you I’m smiling
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10. |
Tuul
03:59
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Simulating sickness through synthetic cigarettes
Standing at your day job, sizzling with the stress
Hardening your arteries with
Shakespearean philosophies
As glycerine-filled cavities shout out some strange reality from deep inside your chest
Clutching sentiment for a battery, you tool
You tool.
Sleazy little smokestacks tickling broken ribs
I was taking care of myself on the weekends, or every other weekend
Or every third weekend, I forget
An artificial artifact of a modern man-made cataract
Gambling on contingency; not knowing what’s to come
It’s so chic I’m not well
A fondness for some smell, you tool
You tool.
Lately it’s occurred to me
How life can move so precariously
Fragile and soft, replicating my fertility
An overly heartfelt thought
One I’d never want to leave
An open-ended monologue, permanently catalogued
Caresses and coerces me into an early grave
You tool.
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11. |
People Change People
00:27
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12. |
Paul Rudd Type #2
05:54
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I can never tell if an inherent red evil is looking through these bloodshot eyes at you
But you’re still so beautiful
And I’m a beautiful-of-it too
And the feeling might be mutual
But you’re still so beauti-full of it
What can I do?
The things I think, but rarely can confirm
A philosophy on lessons often over-learned
And I’m tickled pink with other thoughts left to discern
Like who I hang around when there are bridges left to burn
The TV screams “don’t condescend me”
Paul Rudd Type #2
You want them to be perfect
And you want them to be cute
And you want them to remind you of everything but you
The format proves timeless as the script grows old
Projecting random fantasies on stories over-told
As any other plebian may have been so sold
And no other love could quite do
All the things you love with all the things I’m thinking of
Makes too many things; that’s an awful lot of stuff
So I’ve been thinking things; like how I feel I’m not enough
I’d like to stick around, but no, goodbye, good luck
Don’t bitch about football. Take a knee
Don’t fret about Mexico, Istanbul or Greece
Cause if you can’t let it go, They’ll watch you bleed
As you stab your neighbor anxiously
Don’t worry about football.
In quarantine, this music was my friend
A little part of me never wanted it to end
Per your inquiry, well I really can’t defend
Per how I’m really feeling; couldn’t tell you where or when
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13. |
Caterpillar Tree
03:15
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High in the branches of the Caterpillar tree
Safe, nicely nestled in my fuzzy canopy
The stability; relativity
A good civility holds me tight like a bug
Yeah I’m all right now
Its leaves, they look like handouts on the bark’s contingency
A fruitful beard of moss decides which way it plants its seeds
A good totality for the morality
Of what’s to come for me, when the vines hang too low
Yeah I’m all right for now
Yeah I’ll be all right, mama
Why do birds fly through and dabble with the wizardry that is my caterpillar tree?
When won’t birds infringe and crash the fun so subsequently in my caterpillar tree?
Its roots are getting brittle from this bout of poverty
An ancient adage proving its impoverished pedigree
Adaptability? This debt is killing me
Surefire sterility sheds the warmth of the sun
Am I all right now?
Am I all right, mama?
Why do birds fly through and dabble with the wizardry that is my caterpillar tree?
Why are birds obsessed with pecking the life out of me in my caterpillar tree?
When I’m dead, will birds stop chirping for what’s left of me and leave it for the caterpillar tree?
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14. |
Algernon
03:33
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Trying simply, if there’s no shame
It’d be nice to find some friends who agree
It’s something stupid. We’re all the same
Another pill to help see the forest for the trees
Maybe this time, wake up early
Start working through some subtle disease
No time to focus, it’s hard to read
A line of anecdotal interruptions, nervous laughs and all that secedes
Everyone is smiling at the beauty all around while I’m overly fixated on the color of the sound
But you’re still down and even if I weren’t a monster
We’re together.
We still have each other
And I love you, dear
Under the table, the drugs were free
Was it worth it working out the lineup, picking which people to want to be of who’s most happy
I don’t want to lie. I have no idea where I’m going
Contemporary rhetoric parades as each anonymous alcoholic gets better with a team
The days aren’t getting shorter, there’s just fewer of them left
As every one in passing may compete to be the best
And when my faithlessness screws the rest, you’re still beside me. We’re together.
We still have each other
And I love you, dear
Persevering past convictions, daunting thoughts and phantom fears
Start pituitary war when my next failure’s drawing nearer
But you’re still here and even if I weren’t a monster,
We’re together.
We still have each other
And I love you, dear
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15. |
Lapdog
03:33
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If dogs dream in color
Then I dream in memes
And if I have another, I'll be writing a language I can't read
The lonely in you in the best in me
I'm happiest; when I'm thin,
To sit quietly at the foot of your bed
And hear your ramble as I grin
I'm still listenin'
I'll be your lapdog
Make you quesadillas with extra cheese
After a long, long day of waiting for you by the door
I love to watch you watch your movies
I wanna keep you happy
Exhibit art outta balloons and brew your coffee
But I know you won't want me forever
So I love to watch you watch your movies.
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