1. |
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since i was removed from the womb i've been running scared
from happiness
i sprint thru sewers and fall thru floors and my nightly ambition
goes missing.
projected on a screen of decaying dreams, another moment
i can't forget
they flicker, they fester, the reel runs raw
and the reel feeds from my skull.
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2. |
Pentwater
06:02
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wipe away a glittery tear,
"all the girls are ugly here"
driving home in the dead of night
i think the stars are opening up
but as i drive i know to get there
i'm gonna have to pass thru
pentwater,
where the stores are shit
where the girls don't talk
where i can't even breathe
where i wanna die everytime i look around
walking down streets of tourists
i know it's not for me
but who's it for?
a family of four, maybe
and maybe it's true
there'll never be something i can pledge myself to
but at least i'll get away from here
but i gotta pass on thru
pentwater,
she gets drunk every night.
these streets won't change when i'm gone
pentwater.
fuck it up!
pentwater,
i don't wanna be around.
not in this fucking town.
i gotta pass thru...
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3. |
Friday At The Pub
03:34
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o, friday at The Pub
o, thursday at The Pub
where are we going?
we're just headed for the pub
rollin down the road to pentwater
gotta pay seven bucks, i think that's a bit too much
the girls are young
we request We Found Love
o, friday at The Pub
o, thursday at The Pub
some girls are here just to be here
not to dance with us
some are dreaming of shirtless thugs
a boy's on the side
watching his girl grind into a paste
the boy she's with has claimed
his spontaneous erection
o, friday at The Pub
o, thursday at The Pub
i don't wanna be around.
i didn't wanna see you there.
at The Pub.
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4. |
Projector
01:36
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she's rodelent in the reelroom
projecting her image
onto the impeccable screen
of my white skull
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5. |
Fourth Ward
02:23
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c'mon....
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6. |
My Beatrice
04:42
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SHE ROLLED UP HER SKIRT TO REVEAL A BRUISE
THE SHAPE OF AN ANVIL
I FEEL TO MY HANDS AND MY KNEES
AND BEGAN TO SWEAT AND BLINK MY EYES
I TALKED ABOUT IT LIKE THAT
TIL MY MOUTH DIDNT LIKE IT ANYMORE
THE OTHER BOYS ON THE BEACH
SHOWED U HOW TO PUT WALLPAPER ON THE FLOOR
OH NO, YOU FORGOT THAT I WAS MALE.
EVEN NOW THE WOLVES ARE CIRCLING
OUTSIDE
KEEPING THEMSELVES NOURISHED
ON WATER FROM THE BROWN SIDE OV THE LAKE
AND ILL MISS YOU
IN STRANGE NEW PLACES SOON
THE SIAMESE TWINS WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE
WHEN U THINK OF ME AND SWOON
PRACTICE TRAGEDIES IN YR BEDROOM
RUIN MY LIFE IN YOUR WARDROBE
THIS SOUNDED BETTER IN MY TOMB
WE HAD A SYSTEM, I'M SURE WE DID.
OH NO, YOU FORGOT THAT I WAS MALE.
SWAG.
SLOW DANCE BABY, C'MON, YEAH.
IT'S THAT TIME OF NIGHT.
EVERYTHINGS FALLING RIGHT INTO PLACE.
WON'T YOU BE MY B E A T R I C E NOW?
I FEEL ASCENSION COMIN ON FAST.
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7. |
Nothing Rising
10:29
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wake up in mo(u)rning, feel like shit
i just can't believe
it's been so many years
and i feel the same.
i look to the sky,
because i'm told
that a new day's gonna rise.
when i leave and find my new home.
what if there's no day rising?
what if there's nothing rising at all?
will it for nothing? will i suffer? what's gonna come next?
i had a psychic vision in my car
it was 10, 5, 10, 15 years later.
i still felt the same way.
there was a void, ripping thru my skin,
in my gut, thru my chest cavity,
and out my eyes.
i feel that nothing's gonna change.
this isn't me!
i hate when people let me think like this.
is it a just a disease?
like, hooked on sad?
but i don't go on withdrawls during the moments of joy.
but the depression is only so far...
i do what i can to keep my head above water
keep my teeth clean
breathe in the air
and comb my hair
something to feel like someone.
there's gonna be something rising.
i need something rising.
if there's nothing...
then i wasted my life.
there's gotta be something rising.
but what if there's nothing rising at all?
then there will be no pleasure ever.
(thank you, sorry for burdening you again.)
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