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Ah, Moons
03:36
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Peak District
03:16
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Helpless
Minds floating
In black brine
I'm feeling tiny
I'm feeling small
I feel like everything
An atom splits
I've been hit
Along the surface
Of my sun
On your sun
Of every sun
If I were a sun, I'd be this one
Fucking up everyone's day
I'm going to miss the smell of my dog and the hard feeling of my Fisher-Price McDonald's drive thru playset
When I was four it gave me pink eye
Don't look back, it's coming in a face that you have known
Eleven miles of stone casting piles of rubber discs into the eyes of men
They shoot like falling stars along the black lake collecting chalk lines from corpses and repurposing them for the new and improved teaching method spreading across the country
Soon the dingo sends out his conmen drawing missiles on their graves
Art is a thing again
Our minds are now dense with hideous pretension
Teachers across the nation adopt the new psychotherapy method of having their students dip their hands in black paint and fling it at the wall screaming "ha, ho, I'm having a good time"
"Ha, ho, I'm having a good time" say the kids as they fling black paint at the walls
New pickups on guitars to soothe the lumbering cartoon beast that appears on the television much to their dismay, much to their dismay
In the end the only survivors are those who are proficient with rifles
I draw my rifle fast and shoot my rifle true
The bullet pierces the shell of the beautiful scorpion and I salvage its carapace to use as protection against the gaseous clouds
Horrible men feast on their fathers' sons while the meek survive off sulfuric acid and chitin
Sound did not survive the blast
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Six Foot Ten
03:46
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P.Zorito chokes on Fritos baby burrito Ohio Toledo let's go
Six foot eight
Six foot nine
Six foot ten
That's a pretty big guy
(English essay)
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Rubber Maidens
02:45
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Rubber maidens harm the window sill
With a cover
With another it
Feels like it's farther than before
With another trip
Into a wishing well
These days you are awash with doubt
And no words can escape your mouth
To find a way, too insecure
To even be completely sure
Rubber maidens harm the window still
With a cover
To find a new kind of it
Fading lessons fail to help you now
With another trip
Into the wishing well
These days you are awash with doubt
And no words can escape your mouth
To find a way, too insecure
To even be completely sure
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5. |
Montana Sick Ranch
00:36
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6. |
Junior Crisis 1977
02:31
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He scrawled in weird psychedelic hand lettering “use your plow” again and again on the back porch where you can see the dog through the window
He kept telling me how she would usually stop by on weekdays but she hadn’t shown up yet
He stood there waiting all night by the rocky coastline until he was shot into the sky by unknown forces
Up there you can see everything
Blocks and streets getting smaller and smaller
Schoolchildren busting out down the sidewalks
An elderly salesclerk vomiting in his hands, the details not quite clear enough from the altitude
Eventually the entire cityscape begins to look like a pie chart and you being to lose breath, but it’s a sacrifice that must be made if one wishes to aviate like he did on that cold day in 1977
They haven’t found him but small gashes and ruptures still appear on his childhood blanket gathering dust in the corner of a wood lined closet next to the film canisters and artillery shells
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Lilac Spins
05:22
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I'll stop breaking in if you'll stop breaking out
The doorstop's empty
It's full of art and designs like god intended
Blow rocks out face
Eat shit now
Planetary's been shot down shot down
Never hear it fall but you feel upside down and you know how
I feel like this conversation's dead
Lets go out and shrug it off instead
Supersonic nothing gun
Drown yourself in tiger blood
I feel like this conversation's dead
Lets go out and shrug it off instead
But with this plow
I'll make the precinct proud
Fire my body to the sun and watch the reflux clouds
Clouds, yeah
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Tie your apron to the chimney, there's no looking good
I stand for complication
You stand for aggravation
There's a field there full of glassware raining broken shards
To hinder future projects
Keep watch of distant objects
There's an answer holding spears all scaring into crowds
They don't want ugly children
They cannot stay forgiven
They know they will not return, they are not feeling well
Just use the plow and save it
You know it can't erase it
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9. |
Anti-Fauna
03:25
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I never thought that I could guitar player, that's a fact
Teachers teaches us how we should act, now
To confiscate your secrets
(Broke my shields, now it's two shields, how?)
They will never read them
(Strangled, bent up, knocked out, knocked down)
Bird is stupid, pretend
(Feel it, feel it here now all around)
Face split when hit pavement
Strangle doctor
A resident
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10. |
SATs
06:42
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You are the one
You weren't a part of it
Into the sun
Into another one now
It's over now
I'm getting tired of ambience and weak bones
It's over now
So unstuck
Spread out on tile
I know a girl with eyes like submarines
Red letters dead set into her shoulders but she
Stands tall and proud and makes me wanna believe
The universe is more than calculations made by machines
She's kissed the ground with explosions of light and sound
And never heard it till she waited for the sun to go out
And she held me until I was dead
She spins round and round and round and round again
So unstuck
Spread out on tile
I'm all spent up
Come once in awhile
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