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Arc Flash
04:06
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Where's your contract?
Less invited
Like flies on the wall
Feigning illness
Light Prosecco
A headset for all
Why don't you take it easy?
I think about you all of the time
Waxing and waning
The emeralds complaining
The wetlands are burning
Three acres in nine
New hands, vision plans
See in the round
Live in the round
I’ll never see it fall apart
You know I won’t comply with the living
The world looks rad in my headset
In here my hands are free of misgivings that they light off
A hint of walnut
And sandalwood too
A full-bodied wine
A pleasant tasting
You spend your day in
A digital mine
Why don't you take it easy?
I wake up outside all of the time
Tossing and turning
The emeralds are burning
Be glad you're interning
For an e-commerce man
New hands, vision plans
See in the round
Live in the round
I’ll never see it fall apart
You know I won’t comply with the living
The world looks rad in my headset
In here my hands are free of misgivings that they light off
It's just a paper tiger
Paper tiger that they light off
Or the amber waves of grain
It's just a paper tiger
Paper tiger that they light off
Or the am
You walk in and
She wears a headset
In tune with the wild
(Lets it run, then he's done)
Wading swiftly
Through the shallows
Sand stuck to her thighs
(Lets it run, then he's done)
Passing slowly
Through the shadow
Cast through the line
(Lets it run, then he's done)
Say it quickly
Don't you falter
'Cuz you're out of time
(Lets it run, then he's done)
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2. |
Everett David
03:38
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You can't step into
Into this room
You can't come in here
It's always you
You're not invited
Away from this house
The fear of the lockjaw
Is keeping you out
The seventh sea
Enough water for your king size cup of bedtime tea
You are living in a train
Surrounded by pregnant bird-planes
Out go the lights
Compress the blinds and stare at your abode
The needles are in the wall
You laugh at them until they fall
Down
Saint Nick is an eldritch horror beyond the lengths of space and time
What does he do when he dies?
When his lights go out?
Waste him
And it's done
Wallow in self-serving doubt
And you feel
That you are on your way out
And it's not around
Patience is serving you well
Unless
You see
You're overtaken by a swell
Indeed
Oh well
Greet the small man on the ground
Ask him what he's here for
Rest
Repose
Last boat
Waco
Sank
Weighed down
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He went down to the water one day with a pail full of rocks
(Those kids these days never obey their mothers)
I infer that he intended to use them to build something quite large
(Oh!)
He did it all despite a few nasty falls and an encounter with a rattlesnake
(May God protect him)
He chalked up his hands like Banksy, but more of a climber and less of a graffiti artist
(Who?)
A spoonful of Dip Top between his lips
(Northerners)
He looked like the fat American granola seller
(Northerners)
Rollin’ down the bale of hay that killed Mike Edwards
(Northerners)
He began to proceed slowly towards the wall
I didn’t actually think he would do it
What will he do?
He scaled the wall in five seconds or less
(Get down from there)
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4. |
Banker
04:56
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You’re always keeping little secrets inside the well
You’re on the train tracks running through the garden you’ve let grow to hell
And all the sweatpants we give out
They're hardly north and hardly south
From somewhere deep in your sacred mouth
I know your reputation as the human war crime
You’ve got a ninth class ticket to great white shark and you’re last in line
And all the quakers in the dell
They’ll never recognize the kid
That they used to know so well
And all I can tell you is
Crack the code, Big Bank Man
It’s hardly justified
To kindly be older man
Don’t need to wonder why
Just know the code word, Bank Man
Into the lanes of brine
You know the code word
These preparations can’t be made in time
Heard in the evening the coordinator’s stopping by
And then come breakfast, you’ll have to spit your rhymes
You’re always keeping little secrets inside the well
You’re on the train tracks running through the garden you’ve let grow to hell
And all I can tell you is
Crack the code, Big Bank Man
It’s hardly justified
To kindly be older man
Don’t need to wonder why
Just know the code word, Bank Man
Into the lanes of brine
You know the code word
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5. |
Kentucky Sunshine
03:18
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I said it right
On a cold Long Island night
I said it right
Not a goddamn hog in sight
Never thought I didn’t say what I’m thinkin' said
Didn’t sayin’ what I’m thinkin' are to butter bread
Haven’t thought about a lotta since thought I said
Thinkin' thoughtin' better stinkin' where I’m sittin' dead
Hunting, fishing, so exciting
Fat, big mouthed bass
Bright Kentucky sunshine shining
Skybox, I’m not
Down here in Barlsharg, Tennessee I don’t even know how to far down the way to trucker stop I-90 East 495 sixteen highways interchange trucker stop cattle prod strewn everywhere 49 5 stops to Omaha found a crop circle in my sleeper cab 49 65 in my barnyard rote lizard crawling everywhere goddamn infestation
Break my legs on tractor sunset
Tasty lake trout
Exit 15, sound the trumpet
Pet
In conclusion I think that I might be falling out
Therefore I’ll conclude that nothing is right
Lastly maybe I might be a little bit too trite
For this reason it’s clear that I’m hiding in plain sight
How does the truckerman get it there in time?
It must take lots of fries
Gumption and gasoline
You could be like him if you could only try
Why can't you try?
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6. |
Jegs
01:29
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:-)
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7. |
Shinbuster
03:07
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Heat on
Till you walk around inside me
Leviticus 10:14
Polystyrene
Oh well it started out
With a whole damn cow
They'll never talk to me if they're alive
They'll never talk to me if they're alive
And if the tables turn
And if they get the urn
You'll never talk to them from the inside
You'll never talk to them from the inside
You're seeking definition
You can't control yourself
Not on your best behavior
You're always screaming at the Polish waiter
(How 'bout out here?)
Letting you go down
You are a detriment
Forget to wash your hands
Speak with a teeth infection
Bet you don't wash your teeth
All my friends hate you
When you help me out you help yourself
And when you help the strings are too tight
And when you help me out you help yourself
And when you help you walk in two lines
Bring the blight
An odd looking guy
To anesthetize
While women hold up half of the sky
I committed a crime
Intent was a lie
Until you see above the sphere
Records were kept all the time
That you went inside
Inside of the four trees a light
You're looking well
You become complacent
Shinbuster can be found in hell
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8. |
Ostrich Walk
06:29
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She dreams light green
But she likes Creed
Mako trapper
Blue ocean recedes
Out from under me
Wading through the deep
High velocity
Any closer
I can see summer tide
In the warm bromide
With both eyes
Winter sleep
Thinner sheets
The philosophy breaks
Or what will?
Armonk, Rye Brook
Endless Port Chester drive
Hoedown, throwdown
Give me my crown and my wife
I could see you walking through a
Hot spring inside
Like the elders imply
Like a mold-stained leather couch inside a
Cold vacant lot that's been turned on its side
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