1. |
Dying Man
05:19
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pinch my nose, clenching toes
rotting green flesh, kinship woes
the man staying in the room
next door is surely dying
legal drug deals, chaplains
state workers, nurses, mobile beds
i think that the institution
surely thriving
tribal pow wows, faces forgotten
catching flights, calling out of work
catholic guilt, reconciliation
stirring old thoughts, old fears
showing off, repressed tears
at the dinner table we only
speak of the dying
oh my god i've
become lost and gone
i am one of the dying
those i've loved that won't speak my name
and i'll send post cards but it's not the same as
what it was, what it could, tell me am i already-
oh my god
oh my god
farewells, snapshots, long days
tired stories on replay
the man staying in the room
next door is surely dying
reaching back, pulling forth
old times, past ghosts
bridges burned, walk with ease
this is his last chance to
get it right, i guess
he hears hang ups
not hung up, he persists
i turn red and yellow
i've never tried anything this true
tried and true dying man
i won't cry for you
you're more alive than any creature
that i have ever-
oh my god i've
become lost and gone
i am the one who's dying
those i've loved that won't speak my name
and i'll send post cards but it's not the same as
what it was, what it could, tell me am i already-
oh my god
oh my god
missing pieces, that's what i am to you
fading pictures, that's what you are to me
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2. |
Monophobia
03:56
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springbok's booking along
children creep in the sludge
careful look at it wrong
black life pacing your grudge
the white blossoms rise
and summer you had hinted new life
but locked in my room
losing all control
no know nothing's right
convulse bitter fight
i got drunk tonight
because what was said
or maybe not said
better to be dead
than to be alone
springbok's booking along
don't get stuck in the sludge
careful look at it wrong
my head cracking open wide
now there's nothing wrong
with what was done
these coercion games
we're lying to earn some company
but her head in flames
she wants something real
and it's such a shame
that she'll never see
what we could have gained
if she could have just
only kept me round
i'm lying through my teeth
i'm chalking up high key
i'm smashing your bottles
fucking plastic models
i'm chaffing my interests
i'm torching your intents
so light up the incense
i don't need a license
to swing from gold rafters
fucking hang from rafters
while they stifle laughter
and i slip and drown all alone
how do you stay afloat?
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3. |
Dead Cowboys
03:47
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laughed and stood in stables
rides that lasted hours
i would wait your tables
and grant you total power
dead cowboys in my head
dead cowboys i shot dead
though i grieved, i am glad
happiness, god forbid
get yourself out if you want to do what's right
square up, hands out
hover over your piece, nice
sweating blinking shaking wincing
don't think twice
reaching grabbing drawing
killing this pig tonight
bam!
you're dead and i don't care
what the sheriff says
you never respected me
and i would rather raise these youth alone
than in the presence of a yellow coward
get yourself out if you want to do what's right
square up, hands out
hover over your piece, nice
sweating blinking shaking wincing
don't think twice
reaching grabbing drawing
killing this pig tonight
dead cowboys in my head
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4. |
Untamed Ego
07:35
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my arm half way severed
dripping, gushing, rushing
dangling, tangled scarlet bits
flood the market floor
drawn in like never before
faces followed by shock by questions
"what happened?"
exposition to the inquisition with
minor resistance
yearning for assistance
it is apart of me now
i'll never evade my reflection
like latch key kid tried to
patch it up, but
my limb detached from the one
that snatched me up
trap that was set
shining gold fruit, don't fret
just follow, allow yourself to be
swallowed now and can later wallow
in pools of milk and blood, no honey
inch by inch the fangs that
sank and pinched like nails on palm
i know worse has been done
but it's easier said than done
i know worse has been done
but my goddamn motherfucking
arm is gone and i have a
goddamned motherfucking right to
be insatiably fucking infuriated!
i try to keep my chin high and
not lose love for the cloudy days
but it's easier said than done
still inspired to sleep with gun
and when meeting prospective mates
to just assume i should run
but when i breath, the air is still clean
and numerous sounds to find meaning
men and women with egos tamed
that can enjoy a meal at home
on a friday evening
steaming after food tea, not seething
with daily grotesque gossip
just keeping the good sounds abundant
just looking out for each other
just getting through this together
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Saint Syzygy Athens, Georgia
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