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Zachary
02:41
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(Let me tell you ‘bout my best man)
Entry is barred till seven
Slow leaks are bound to happen
I’m going to the west coast
Gonna see the Hoover Dam and all its furnishings
The road is hot and flaccid
There’s no way you can make me go
I’m going to the west coast
Gonna see the Grand Canyon and all its native slapback
I should’ve seen this coming
With that new kick in your stride
I’m going to the west coast
Gonna fill my truck with oily sludge and never come back
Just go, I will not miss you
I’ve found a job making plastic hats
I’m going to the west coast
Gonna fill my truck with gas tanks and drive it straight into Yellowstone
(And blow it up square)
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2. |
Tunxis Valley
03:25
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Locked in competition
Foolish is our mission and we'll never know
Oh, we'll never know
Focus, calm precision
Foolish is our mission and we'll never know
Oh, we'll never know
Same thing in the kitchen
Dancing, fix the children so they never know
Oh, they'll never know
Foxing, imprecision
Lasting cold emissions and they'll never know
Oh, they'll never know
Locked in ground invasion
Drop it, split decision and we'll never know
Oh, we'll never know
Far away, four divisions
Deep, use your intuition and we'll never know
Oh, we'll never know
This side of the house
(Crouch down)
This side of the house
(Spin around)
This side of the house
(Crouch down)
This side of the house
(I want your respect)
Which side of the house?
(This one)
Which side of the house?
(That one)
Which side of the house?
(This one)
Which side of the house?
(All sides of the house)
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3. |
Bribery Tactics
05:20
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Among scattered appliances, poets dream of men
Kids chasing tattered kites atop landfill and ash
Fear of the dog and all other animals
They're all larger than you and they can consume you like a stain
A weather-battered mobile home in Habsburg, Illinois
Just like the one you spent most of your life in, antenna and all
Advertising rules the land here
In the advertised caverns, tourists make junk and give nothing in return
Gone to the gold
Bows break and chests explode
Gone fishing
If the Beinecke is square, then how do they keep books inside?
Record the blasted earth and feel like it’s now
Flashing cabal
Floating sun is coming
Let the freaks know that you’ve accomplished nothing
Fair trade kombucha
The patron saint of lies
Beautiful spotted birds fly underground
The sudden entity
Black/white and smoke is keeping you in check
What was it?
Gone to the gold
Bows break and chests explode
Gone fishing
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4. |
Winch
02:26
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I’ve been speaking around the main topic
Might as well just try and get back
It seems someone has got the gun
Cut strain, might as well just try and get back
Good ball, kick it around again
Shark nest, forerunner fill in the cracks
Front door, jammed into slime and dust
Kick it right off the hinges and go
Try disperse
Feel that earth
Cut strain Perth
I was dancing in the water
Dancing in the water
Dancing in the water till the sun went down
I was sitting on your daughter
Sitting on your daughter
Sitting on your daughter till the sun went down
I was standing in the water
Standing in the water
Standing in the water till the sun went down
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5. |
Lot 2 Parking Guide
04:48
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6. |
Dreamt of a House
03:36
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Time and again
The oil slick grows thicker
And men come with armies of men
You lead with your gun
You dreamt of a big house
Where everyone holds hands and sings
Arrived on your own
The soil’s too rocky
You cannot plant bullet corn here
Final intent:
Fine soil dropped upon me
To bury me out in the fields
Horrible men
Masquerading as a group of ten
Nervousness
A wallaby could not jump this fence
Around you, around you
Get the shrine
Allowing you to find a line
Leading to the other side of my relief
At finding a retreat
At last, another sight to see
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7. |
Leaning Together
05:39
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Die cut the men
Take them to Paris
Put them in an old jar
Spoon-feed children
Covered wet naps
Clean up that mess inside my teeth house
Combine the tones
Ear splitting sound
Thank you good chap
You’ve made me what I am
Return to dark days at the hands of wilderness
A Wednesday man
What is he made of?
Well, some say he's made of scary water and afraid of bright lights, and someone left him to die in some sun-baked industrial park after he forgot to return his plastic horse to the cleaners. He had dreams of worrisome bandits with their knives drawn wide and when he woke, he’d somehow willed him through a tiny hole in a casino wall and tumbled down a rickety wooden structure where college students with bags of wet concrete pointed and jeered and tossed sheep with Castillo-grade eye sockets straight through his pockmarked spine. He told them he was looking for a contraption called a toddler tosser to which they replied “You’re supposed to be suffering! Why can’t you see the right way wrong? Why is there an 11 car pileup on Egmont Connector when all they’re supposed to be doing is rubbing our way? Enter each teller and smite the argonaut with the slicked back hair instead of hopping on fuse boxes and melting 5 star resorts!”
Die cut the men
Take them to Paris
Put them in an old jar
Halfway house blues
Covered wet naps
Clean up that mess
Combine the tones
Ear splitting sound
Thank you good chap
You’ve made me what I am
Return to dark days at the hands of wilderness
Wednesday drop outs
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8. |
Anklet
00:31
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9. |
Harvest Fighter
04:17
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Godspeed your concrete snowboard spine
Get out your camera because I
Got in car accident
Call me brother, I’m dead
Open eyes lead to tinier bodies
Take a hammer and smash the earth
The smartest dog becomes the hound
Eat ‘em all next time he comes around
5 of clubs in your shaking hands
Let’s split and form respective bands
I am double jointed
Plow me backward again
Open eyes lead to tinier bodies
Take a hammer and smash the earth
The smartest dog becomes the hound
Work
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10. |
Ten-Go
04:09
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Seeing color for the first time
It’s shaking like a leaf
Can’t see it, can't move it down
What's this leading to?
A lot of first times
Holocene girl intends to make the glaciers move
I’m spitting up into a tin can
Holy O’s and old men get their Sunday kicks in the parking lot
Red dreams wash up in a cistern
Got the mother’s touch and a crock-pot
Do you search inside your own
Found out that they don’t want you here
Got away, got a way to make even change
Saw lights and sickly cold decay
I was cold, you were cold
52 men
Found out that they don’t want you here
Got away, got a way to make even change
Let's talk about it
That's the real gold stuff
Take a muskrat to the dump
The trees came up
Up in the trees
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11. |
Calving
03:15
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12. |
Lake Moms Task Force
03:12
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I supposed if I composed a lengthy song for you then I would make it there
I will kill a dolphin with a knife and sew it back together just to see the sun
Pain and sickness will haunt you
When you leave this land behind
Cut ties and slow unwind
Will not save you in the long run
Stale community gardens
And inject you with the climb
And we stick this to your eye
And you will go out feeling on top
Valve reamer
And cut the scenery
I don’t work in rhyme
It's not working all the time
The rice satisfied
I know, I’ve tried looking, it’s so sad
But it's what has to be done
So we siphon both your lungs
And get on out of here
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