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Righty
02:00
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We are not making friends, we're here to be less sentient
If I press too hard, it folds itself from end to end
Not the only thing that matters, we do not touch
And only ugly feet are pattering
When did paid service make me feel like a right hand
When did sit ups make me feel like a boy again
We were lousy to our mothers
And they will never have enough
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Tin Horn
02:43
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Up at the top of the stairs, there is a guy in a robe with a sock in his mouth
Down in the kitchen where dinner was . . .
Dinner is
Yes, dinner is
We're kept away
There is no contraction, the lower d is a semaphore
We're building up to fractions, panty-waste
We all press ourselves against a solid grain
We can't make it matter
What do you get a rise from?
Tell me what you're looking for
What do you get a rise from, anyway?
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3. |
Harried Margaret Heinz
01:55
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I know the seasons well . . . well?
We are wet
We are service industry men with a political bent
We are not cashiers
We are not friends
We have responsibilities or there's nothing there
All arrive
Meet in Maggie's basement tonight
We made a mess, and now we've got a big fat bag of earth
The roads are clean
We were where we should have been
And the roads are bare
Skateboard in the Square
But not enough
We are wet
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4. |
A Spat
03:45
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I'm taking the couch while you're still here, but while you are not here
I will sleep the whole night through in our bed 'twas made for two
Seems I do whine
I don't feel the weight {or} see the waves
But your hand's in my face
Somnambulant kid, on the force
You should break form, count sand
I'm taking the couch while you're not here, but while you are still here
I will sleep the whole night through, in our bed 'twas made for two
Don't wash it away, it'll fade
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5. |
Global Sweaters
00:49
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Okay
I've got this bowl
It's filled with fire
And a bubbling photograph
And a gatefold sleeve
And it says:
"I don't know any Jesus, I've never met any Jews."
Where are you going with me now, huh?
What are you gonna do?
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6. |
Shirts and Skins
02:55
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I'm away
So salt the water, let the meat rest
I don't care for your sister but she pulls her weight
I'll let it slide
Pass the right hand
Grip the hilt, pawn the daughter
I don't see
I'm just taking my shirt off boss
Can you get away
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7. |
Tender Vittles
05:54
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I cannot stay, though I'd like to
Cannot take care of my home
Stepping away from my body
I feel no heat on my bones
Wait
Shove off, the body's rent
If that's the case, I won't fuck around anymore
Away from the door
I can taste the glaze put it right
Hey
Baked in deep hue
Upset the fens
Until will push through the press board again
Uptick in chaste women
Our great clasp, how it was bent
Yes, we'll push past the crosier again
We're not spent, we'll just fret
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8. |
Kiwanis Ow
02:21
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Clink
00:59
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Out on the veranda, there's a chip
The chip is on the floor
The floor is fairly clean
I'm having second thoughts
What does nutrition mean
Left two parts on your front lawn
The rest is tucked away in cabinets throughout your neighborhood
Try it
"There were about 4 or 5 kids and they were making gestures at me and I knew if I didn't say something it would quickly escalate and I said, NO! I WILL NOT BE A PART OF THIS!"
Made quick friends with oily kid
pissed is knowing all the people in your neighborhood
Try it
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Ocho
02:36
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They are all wall-eyed and piebald with retinoblastoma
They have congenital heart defects and osteosarcoma
They all carry the weight of the world
They measure the weight of metals in rocks
They are not your friends, it's time served
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Regional Sweaters
01:10
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Okay
I've got this bowl
It's filled with fire
And a bubbling photograph
And a gatefold sleeve
And it says:
"Went ahead and met Jesus. He did not mention you."
Where are you going with me now, huh?
What are you gonna do?
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12. |
Welp!
02:19
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Aging hen cur
When the ice breaks easy, I will take you to the water
Fill your lungs
Leaving craft birds on the Annisquam bridge
Keeping it tidy
With the house South East of here
What does it take to . . .
Walking around I feel no burden
Shooting you where you lie
It's not shameful
Lie in wait
We all chose you carefully
Taking the hit we bear no ill will
Binding your hands and feet
You will serve nicely
Lie and wait
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13. |
Pbthdk
03:18
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I'm taking the couch while you're still here, but while you are not here
I will sleep the whole night through in our bed 'twas made for two
Seems I do whine
I don't feel the weight {or} see the waves
But your hand's in my face
Somnambulant kid, on the force
You should break form, count sand
I'm taking the couch while you're not here, but while you are still here
I will sleep the whole night through, in our bed 'twas made for two
Don't wash it away, it'll fade
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