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Marcy Cries
04:29
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Marcy cries the rooms on fire
but no one is around to hear
no one is around to hear
Through the glass a bloody fist
like instant taxidermy but then
one by one the shards all fall down
The girl emerges, vacant face
all caked with soot and bloody
caked with soot and bloody
On hands and knees she makes her way
across the slanted shingles wet with rain
she loses grip and slides the whole way down
Almost defeated, not quite dead,
she wakes up on the ground, confused
wakes up on the ground, confused
She slowly picks herself back up
and makes her way to Charlie's house
a mile down, she knocks and calls her name
The door is opened, Charlie's dad is
standing with a shotgun,
he's been up all night reading the fear of God
Upon his witness of who surely
is that surly devil,
he pulls the trigger, Marcy falls back down
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2. |
Voyeur
03:55
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Sunday morning, nine-o'clock
the fiery light in the sky is so bright
I just might not get up
You know me, I am always looking for
the latest and greatest in
the world of escapism,
could you help me out?
Sleep just isn't cutting it anymore
Thursday night I walked alone
and went to a movie and
lost myself truly for hours
in the West
With my buddies
Paul Newman and Robert Redford
keeping the dream alive
that we are breathing the past
what a gas
as if dreams were free now,
fat chance
Voyeur, sole destroyer
of the notion
that reality is thriving
boy, you disappoint her
there are real people
they're not even hiding
So, what's your excuse?
Save it- what's the use?
Friday night I opened up
my heart to my friends
who I thought had all went away
oh...you'd think I'd grow
but you know me,
I get stuck inside my head
the cynic in me is the critic on me as well
he just won't shut up
no he just won't shut the fuck up
Late last night I lost my mind
and gave it away to the moon in the sky
oh my mind!
I need it back...
For some basic human functionality
that seems to be missing
or maybe I'm pissing away
the remnant buds
that I never gave the chance
to open up
Voyeur, sole destroyer
of the notion
that reality is thriving
boy, you disappoint her
there are real people
you're not even trying
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3. |
Yellow Sock
02:16
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The giant yellow sock used to transport the corpse from
Norway
in his fourth dimension hyper cubicle.
Slippery bastard monkey child
serving satan's pancakes on a scorching summer night.
I woke up when I saw the devil eat sugary sweets
I invented devil's food cake for someone to eat
Prescription sugarplums from the psychedelic supermarket
led you to the pot of shit at the end of the rainbow.
Mickey Mouse's drug cartel was tried at
the all american cannibal courthouse.
I woke up when I saw mickey sentenced to life without parol
I looked out my window and saw mickey in a jumpsuit running away!
Is this a dream? Am I sleeping?
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4. |
Lost in Translation
01:48
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A blank wall littered with artifacts
is all you have to show
for yourself
look at you now
the job is done
there is nothing to miss
except the ones
who made you feel something meaningful
He'd been dying to tell you he loves you
now you'll never know
and when you get home,
there'll be someone waiting for you
you'll never know.
You go for an aimless drive
just for the piece of mind
but you know
the breaks are dead
but you don't care you just go
because it hurts
your friend is gone
your heart's dead too
nothing's meaningful
He'd been dying to tell you he loves you
and somehow you'd always known
so when you get home
there'll be someone waiting for you
you don't care to know
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5. |
My Life as a Zoo
01:54
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I am trying to hold on to
the parts of my brain that look like a zoo
the primate sex drive overcome by
the mean old humans holding me down
I'm a three-toed sloth that
just wants a little bit of
peace and quiet,
is that so much to ask?
There's a lion somewhere but he's just a
famished little cub that's mocked and booed
A killer whale successfully tamed and blamed
for the little ones not having fun
Perhaps the most interesting animal here
is the human putting cages around everyone
Don't blame me for the state I'm in
it's a reaction to the world created by
humans just looking for someone to fuck
sorry you can't find one person to love you
I am losing control of my brain
when I smoke too much and obsessively complain
about every animal wrong with me
that was naturally there when I came into being
It's okay to feel bat sometimes
and sometimes I'll be happy as a clam
But are they really that happy? flapping everyday
in the six-inch water, nobody came
to check out the clams, apparently they're
the happiest ones, but how would I know?
I'm the cages, somewhere, yellow pages,
looking for a buddy to help me with this one
Don't blame me for the state I'm in
it's a reaction to the world created by
humans just looking for someone to love
sorry you can't find one one
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6. |
Carpet Song
02:51
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Collective anxiety (turn the lights off let's get lonely)
I haven't had a good dream in over a week
searching for authenticity (not sure what I'm looking for)
I've been selfish but I'm trying not to be
Push it under a rug don't bother
anybody else
I guess today is not your day
I can't help but feel hopeless at times (and you can't buy your way out of it)
between rush hour and the endless expectations
how long to I have to pretend (that this is how it's supposed to be?)
well what's the use in arguing? (pretty sure we're in too deep)
Push it under a rug don't bother
anybody else
I guess today is not your day
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7. |
Holy Mess
03:15
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Here comes another sorry soul
beta slave to his iphone,
he's blind, deaf and dumb and losing time
A blooming rosebush lies beside
his two feet, but will he find the truth?
We are trying to get through
Free the body and free the soul
We are sedated, comfortable
putting off our final words as if
death were not some holy gift
The end gives meaning to the rest
sacred order from a holy mess
we'll be saints removed from time
Free the body and free the soul
So free the body, free the soul
it's a strange and gentle world sometimes
if you let yourself unwind
The end gives meaning to the rest
sacred order from a holy mess
we'll be saints removed from time
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8. |
Matthew
02:48
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Matthew, I can see
all the truth and vibrancy
that can bless or torment you,
you are not able to choose
to be blind or realize
the deceit before our eyes.
You can see the ship is sinking
but no one wants to know.
Matthew, I just wanted
to tell you I am fond
of your soulful, tortured fingers
that dance as if the singers
in this insipid world
had the power to absorb
all the animosity,
greed and death anxiety
that the powerful rely on to survive,
but we're alive.
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9. |
The Playground
03:56
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The American Dream died today and with it the hopes and dreams of no name after no name left with no choice but to feed the hand that bit them. The Dream is survived by the newly emerging and fragile Canadian Dream and the uncertain future of the Puerto Rican Dream.... or as some call it... nightmare...
In a press conference earlier this morning, nervous looking witnesses could identity no subjects, and in a potentially unrelated note, a key witness was found in a ditch with a bullet in her brain. Investigators have ruled the death a suicide.
It's a playground made up stories every day
Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play
Goldman sack of shit leave me alone
this playground isn't yours to own
The American Dream died today, somewhere between the second and third monkey bars when little Johnny realized that no matter how many recesses he spent waiting in line for the big swing on the swing set, he would never get a turn. Because no matter how many times the bullies cut in line, or how many times little Johnny stood up to the bullies, his classmates never recognized that the bullies only had their power because they let him have it, and the shallow comfort they got by siding with the powerful only ensured that no one who waited their fair turn would ever get a chance on that big swing.
It's a playground made up stories every day
Arbitrary rules to games they say you've got to play
Goldman sack of shit leave me alone
you're the problem- dude, I'm going home.
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