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Why I struggle, Why I brace myself,
When the lights go on, It’s all so…so casual. . . .
Let her fix on me, Drown, on, down, to me
Most amateurs, So much faster, Going backwards, Nothing personal. . .. Do the rapture, To capture, Most amateur, Of her actors. . . So much faster, All dappers, Her disaster, Keep a personal. . . Head master, Kings stagger, Cause afterschool, Still doesn’t matters
Why I struggle, Why I brace myself. . .
Let her fix on me, Drown, on, down, to me
Host an amateur, Slow to fast there, deFendin’ slackers, Listing’ personals. . . .Close an aperture, Ready capture, Most amateur, Of her actors. .. .. Many flappers, Keep it dapper, In disaster, Too personal, Head past her, Bling flasher, alabaster, Still doesn’t matter
Most amateurs, So much faster, Going faster, Nothing personal. . . .Do the rapture, To capture, Her most amateur, Of actors. . . . So much faster, All dapper, Her disaster, Keep a personal. . . Head master, Kings to control, Cause afterschool, Still doesn’t matters
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Biznevious
02:54
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Sweetness, I’m sad to say,
This is the last breath, Of intimacy
The sugar source, Has fallen prey,
Sweetness, I’m sad to say
Your mischief, Your business,
So mischievous, So bisnevious
Sweetness, I’m sad to say,
This is the last breath, Of intimacy,
So mischievous, So mischievous
What you wanted need be,
So you said, so down low, Flaunt your new world to me?
How low, Keep it up, Your heads up,
Keep your bidness from me, Talking mischief to me?
So, your names in the street?, How high?
I been up, So get up, get up get up
Your mischief, Your business,
So mischievous, So bidnevious
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Manners, Standards
03:57
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The sun dried socialites
with spare change for better days,
Soaked up in oceans of alcohol
And the sun-kissed reckless
desperate pursed lipped heiress, In Vutton’s polish
Gravely lit queens in Vutton knowledge,
Vintage in pearls, snails in your toes
Find the pots, bail me out,
comb for beach glass and Sunday hats
Seagulls and starfish, dried up in shark eggs,
Fortune and fire, on islands glory
Fortunate, inland still, Fortune, distilled for some
Gentlemen here, now is the time, Manners, standards
For all such ladies, now is the time, Manners, standards
The sun-dried socialites moon dust ballroom
pink particles charged with silky white
Tease a tale in season, the sunken forest
desires of dry ice light
Quarterly, lit fiend, chesterfields,
cramped up, sunfish, sails, rock yachts for years
Find the helm, wash me up, comb for driftwood dragons
Generators, coasting in, graves expectations,
fortune and fire on island glory
Fortunate, Inland for some
Gentlemen here, now is the time, Manners, standards
For all such ladies, now is the time, Manners, standards, Manners, Standards
The sun-dried socialites with best friends
for better days, in stirrups in a straight line
Your tight mind so divine, snip-its of pinchin’ dust,
you’re partners, Such a rebellious design
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Decentakon
04:26
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The well-behaved, Wax and wane,
Of clickin’ heals, Gone astray
Well our past was messy, But so much fun,
Our past was messy, But so much fun
Descend, descending, Descend, descending,
I’m on; I’m on my way . . .Swinging from hand to hand, Yeah, do your worst, boy, Yeah, do your worst, girl
Cause I’ll go on, Recklessly, desperately needing
Taking chances, And always misreading
On and on, As I go missing,
There’s this feeling, That somehow I’m better off
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Feedback
04:00
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A friend, A lover, The bend, Of seasons, On my block, In my brain, The headlights, The feedback
In my head, Bent low, In the clouds, In the rain
On my street, Of lovers, The gutter, The Stars
In my eyes, Turn over, The streets ,
Of lovers, Of Friends, Of them, Of seasons, In my brain
A friend, A lover, The bend, Of seasons, On my back, In my brain, The headlights, The feedback,
In my head, Bent low, In the clouds, In the rain
On my, My back, In my streets, Of lovers,
The gutter, The stars, On my street, Of lovers
The goddess, The stars, A friend, A lover, The bend,
Of seasons, On my block, In my brain,
The headlights, The feedback, In my head, Bent low,
In the clouds, In the rain, On my street, Of lovers,
The gutter Of stars
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Absolute E
05:03
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Salt water, sand in our bed, Crescent carved, into the sun
So lovely, fin du monde, Where we wash our feet, in the mild waves
Yeah she’s dancing, Yeah she’s dancing
Watch me dive, How low, how far below, Atlantis
At the surface, gasping for air,
Clutching the shore, away from the grotto (Josh and Jason)
Little children run up to you, Touching your hair and pulling your hands
Coastline sparkles and island curves, Into the shade
Time out to dry, Time out to try, How slow how close we are, You’re still here, You’re still here, Atlantis
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7. |
On Again (David Lynch)
03:42
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DAVID, DAVID LYNCH - DAVID, DAVID LYNCH
I’m on again, I’m off again, I’ll kick down your door,
Droppin’ shoulders to be sure
DAVID, DAVID LYNCH - I’m on again,
DAVID, DAVID LYNCH - I’m off again
(the twin peaks) x4
I clock the walls, To take my time, To make a peasant score,
For my life, in store, Wax to war
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Crush
03:38
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The Crush, Defender dissenters, Will break
Don’t break, A tender dissenter, Will loot, loose
Crush, Don’t break the tender
Crush, Don’t break, defend her, Once
Epcotic Robotic, Cascading all crutches,Epcotic Robotic,
Decycle all craft Bastards, Bastards
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9. |
Under a Gun
04:58
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Shell shocked, under a gun,
Hand it over, yeah let it go
Struck down, Strike down. . .
I ain’t layin’ down, I aint leavin’ town
I’m standing up, Under a gun
The power of one? under a gun,
I’m innocent, ain’t no evidence .. .
Struck down, Strike down
I ain’t layin’ down, I ain’t leavin’ town,
I’m standin’ down, Under a gun. . . .
Tear it down, tear the old, Tree house down,
yeah let it go. . . Struck down, Strike down
I ain’t layin’ down, I ain’t leavin’ town,
I’m standin up, Under a gun
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Mediterraneanna
04:20
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You’re tired, You’re restless - You’re under, Flourescent –
Flicker --Your reckless, Messin, Stepping out
Tonight, No mercy - For beauty - No sleep - For the beast
So Embarassed, By the scars you hide
So lovely, In the mirror - So lovely, In the mind
In all four eyes, That tell all the usual lies
You’re blushing, You’re bleeding,
You’re stepping out - Tonight,
So lovely, In the mirror - So lovely , In the mind ,
In all four eyes , That tell all the usual lies
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Florence
04:17
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Abu Baby
04:04
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Please, No more, We plead, No war, Set us free,
From your greed, Let us be, Declare peace
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