1. |
Happy New Year
00:08
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2. |
Stars and Screams
08:07
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I want you to know me
Stars and screams in my belly
Pick me up like your groceries
Stock my heart in your pantry
These are broken times
These are unfixable, cracked fuckin' times
When the ground gets crushed...
The earth just crumbles around us
I tried to sketch a sketch of your eyes
I find it troubling you look so surprised
We hop through the middle, where the fissures grow wide
I'll see you if and when we get to the other side
The Earth just mumbles some farewell spell
Doesn't show regret, as far as I can tell
The universe just struggles to show me
Horrors I have not dreamt of already
The fight (Fight!) just always leads me right back to you
I sharpen up my words, but I don't know what to do
We both started singing our salty goodbyes
My gut finally caves in, but I refuse to die!
The Earth just mumbles some farewell spell
Doesn't show regret, as far as I can tell
The universe just struggles to show me
Horrors I have not dreamt of already
We both started singing our salty goodbyes
My gut finally caves in, but I refuse to die...
I let you go but
I'll let you go, and
Try not to think about it...
Oh, let's keep it dead forever
Let's make it dead forever
Let's keep it dead forever!
Let's keep it dead forever
Well, it's a fight you want?
Well, it's a fight you'll get
I crashed your jet
Well, I tied your knot
And that night you flaunt?
Well, it's the night we met
The night I suckered you
That's when you said "y not?"
Well, it's a fight you want?
Well, it's a fight you'll get
I crashed your jet
Well, I tied your knot
And that night you flaunt?
Well, it's the night we met
The night I suckered you
That's when you said "why not?"
It's a fight you want
It's a fight you'll get
I crashed your jet
I tied your knot
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3. |
2016
06:39
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Separation!
Be cool, don't grind yourself away
Better days soon
You'll find, your mind is your parade
You've got new time
To realize
How to survive
At the bottom of the bottom of the bottom, yea
He's got future in his eyes
He's gonna sharpen up his game
He's gonna save the world with his heartbeat, oh!
And what a year for livin'
If only they knew what was coming
He's gonna make 'em feel the berrrn
He's gotta make sure the lesser of the evils ain't the only choice
And what a year, and what a year, and what a year
And in the end
Despite his work
He couldn't save it
If only this brand new world could entertain him
His blood-red eyes
His stoic vibe
He's short of time
He had a run that would topple Ted Koppel, y'all
He's got the future in his eyes
He's gonna sharpen up his game
He's gonna save the world with his heartbeat, oh!
And what a year for livin'
If only they knew what was coming
This fool's got a new job!
He put brand new sheets on his bed! What you think about that?
And what a year, and what a year, and what a year
Oh, a casual dip in her shallows could surely retrieve, yet not fully perceive the treasure of her light
Her gaze, like a saccharine blade, transforms me - tears through me, without reason or mercy
Her hips move with me, in an old-fashioned rhythm we haven't performed since the 1930s
The ravens on head are thick in a jealous frenzy. Leaving themselves behind to taunt me, but to ensure she wasn't quite fantasy
She fills me up with extraordinary disease
Her heart's a game - a dance that breaks my knees
Cauldron in the jungle: the most toxic poison I've ever had
Her whispered rhythms match my heartbeat
A new song is just beginning
A new song is just beginning
She fills me up with extraordinary disease
Her heart's a game - a dance that breaks my knees
Cauldron in the jungle: the most toxic potion I've ever had
Her whispered rhythms match my heartbeat
A new song is just beginni-
Gonna party!
Gonna fight!
Gonna drunk, and get some tonight!
Gonna eat too many nachos
And watch some DS9
Cry into my cat's fat belly
And live like a goddamn legend tonight!
Gonna party!
Gonna fight!
Gonna drunk, and real bummed tonight
Gonna eat too many nachos
And watch some DS9
Cry into my cat's fat belly
And sleep like a goddamn baby tonight!
Gonna party!
Gonna fight!
Gonna drunk, and get some tonight!
Gonna eat too many nachos
And watch some DS9
Cry into my cat's fat belly
And live like a goddamn legend tonight!
Gonna party!
Gonna fight!
Gonna drunk, and real bummed tonight
Gonna eat too many nachos
And watch some DS9
Cry into my cat's fat belly
And sleep like a goddamn baby tonight!
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4. |
Alpha Pig
02:02
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I get the feeling
We're doing the right thing
Gonna empty my pockets out
And let you have your way with me, well
I may be wrong about the muck you clean your feet in
You've got your alpha pig, I've got my self esteem here, well
What does it matter in the long run?
I found my family album in a bottle of Beam
They sucked me dry
They put the pinchers on me
Give 'em one more turn
They'll have me working in the kitchen again, well
I may be wrong about the cost of doing business
We've all got answers, I've got bones to pick my teeth with, well
What does it matter in the long run?
Such an ugly creature and it wants to eat - it NEEDS to eat! Hey!
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head
Son of a gun, I did it again
I shot my teeth right out of my head!
What does it matter in the long run?
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5. |
Subterranean Commerce
04:50
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Sewing up your secret dress
Your lips are the color of avalanche
And your mixed up, mongrel spirit
Has the shake-me-lightly blues
Go figure out your mystery
About how many people you'd like to be
I'll stay in my hurricane
And keep my eye on you
She been shopping underground
She's a hard-nosed banker of my misery
And I'm liable to go down
In the books as a robber - she'll understand my thievery
Forced to wear the liars share
I'm a six foot of nothin' in my underwear
I got three modes of decomposition
And my organs need tuned
Scream if you want, hell, the room is on fire
Crawl in the cave, with your shoes on tighter
Tighter than your pockets were
When all the shit went down
She been shopping underground
She's a hard-nosed banker of my misery
And I'm liable to mark down
The terms of the loan of her credit love
All the faces she made when she stepped on my heart
Her eyes were knives as she cut me apart
Her flesh became an evil thing
Her voice was worse than Springsteen!
I can't believe she ruined me
I won't believe she'd do that to me
I don't believe she ruined me, no!
I can't remember if we were running
Away from this thing, or towards the pain
And everyone was cheering us on,
As if they only knew...
Your feet in the air!
Your mind and body
Chopping me up with your psychic karate
But I've got the high ground, oh Ani!
I said, don't you try it!
She been shopping underground
She's a hard-nosed banker of my misery
And I'm liable to mark down
The terms of the loan of her credit love
All the faces she made when she stepped on my heart
Her eyes were knives as she cut me apart
Her flesh became an evil thing
Her voice was worse than Springsteen!
I can't believe she ruined me
I won't believe she'd do that to me
I don't believe she ruined me, no
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6. |
A Fine Snack
08:30
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I know you can't be trusted
I know you can't see
It's not your silver spoon, and...
It's no conspiracy
I fear the other boot, but
I love a good mystery
I'll shake your best intentions
Shake them right out my tree
My song's awakened!
But my soul's a-weakened
Such fine resistance!
But just on the weekend
The thing of it is...
The thing of it is...
You know it's always, always
Been this way
You know the clench is coming
I know you think I don't know
I'm telling you, we're already diamonds
We were coal long, long ago
I fake the scream and...
I fake my bewilderment
I've seen this play out the same
Every time, it's a crying shame, but
My song's awakened!
But my soul's a-weakened
Such fine resistance!
But just on the weekend
The thing of it is...
The thing of it is...
You know it's always, always
Been this way
My god! It's a whale, it's a whirlpool!
Let's find out what you weigh, what you wield
What you owe
My god, man! Face your fear! We made it here!
We came all this way - came all this way...
Ohhh, my song's awakened!
But my soul's a-weakened
Such fine resistance!
But just on the weekend
The thing of it is...
The thing of it is...
You know it's always, always
Been this way
My god! It's a whale, it's a whirlpool!
Let's find out what you weigh, what you wield
What you owe
My god, man! Face your fear! We made it here!
We came all this way - came all this way...
To be gobbled up!
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7. |
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And with the way
The curves in her frame
Just make me think "lo-fi"
A crack in the mirror
Might help my day go by
Remember your words
They turned me, in turn
To face the orchestra
If you're the conductor, girl
I'm the genius that booked the show
Here in this garbage pit
Poor little worm
He missed his turn
To help his weak little body thrive
The earliest bird
Her passions a pain
And had a fame that kept her alive
Get off-a my couch, they
Gotta come and carry my bones away
Hop on the trolley
I'm gonna find us a better way
Well howdy, we can sleep on the bar, hey!
Don't doubt it, kid, you'll wake up a star, hey
Shut me down
I have no bearing to navigate
This kind of sea train
What am I doing?
I think I should stop!
Running my mouth won't fix it
Shaving my head won't cut it, no!
I'm a meat grinder
I'm a slow driver
I've got the stomach to take more and more and more - and more
I've counted the ways
We could have avoided it all this time
Five hundred away
We followed the snake
He wanted to be the fattest snake in the tide
Cracking my knuckles won't fight them
Shutting my eyes won't make it go away
I'm a meat grinder
I'm a slow driver
I'm not ashamed to admit
We took too big of a bite
Get over!
Get to it!
Get your own
Get outside
And start your thing!
Get older!
Hop to it!
Gotta get down with your bad self
Don't stunt - don't front
Just slip out the door and keep movin'
Feast or famine!
What I follows my beat, oh lord
They fought me off
And they buried my heartache
What kind of man puts together a plan like this?
Not me, Dr. Laura, now - not me, Dr. Laura
Oh, we're in the pocket now
Just in the pocket
We're in the pocket now
They put me in the pocket
My poor soul goes a mile a day, oh son
Don't shake me til I'm wide awake, oh lord!
She fought it
She never wanted my stupid love, anyway
So I'm done
Fuck
I'm a meat grinder
I'm a slow driver
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8. |
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Lots of people staring at the moon
Like they don't own it
Not to be judgmental
But their bloody eyes are sewn in
I ring the bell just long enough
To keep from cryin'
He's diggin' around in his thirties for something,
For anything new
That boy's got fire!
Man, he's cookin' a up a hot one!
Last to dinner, first to hell
The existential shotgun
My inner Odo tells my feet to keep on walkin'
These shape-shifting blues
Got me looking for my own Dominion
Everything is fleeting
It's the good-old way
Every moment is forgotten already
You know I can't even wait
And by god, we've got big plans
For dyin' in our dreams
Everything is so damned fleeting
I can't wait to get to sleep
Such a lonely, lonely guy
Such a lonely
I found the keys in the pocket
Of my best friend's best friend
She never thought it was messed up
But the adversary of my adversary
Thinks that it's respectable
To keep playing that dirty
Game that has haunted the best of my days
So tell everybody I'm out here
Still wasting away
Going crazy like a solitary salesman
They never said it would be comfortable
But the other coin that they stole
From my funeral offering
Could burn a hole through their goddamn
Hand for all I could fuckin' care!
Everything is fleeting
It's the good-old way
Every moment is forgotten already
You know I can't even wait, no no
By god! We've got big plans
For dyin' in our dreams
Everything is so damned fleeting
I can't wait to get to sleep
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9. |
2019
07:03
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You know I can't run
I can't hide
I got a big bully operator
In charge of my life
It sets me up
Like a fax machine
With no business for being
In twenty hundred sixteen
So useless, but putting on a big show anyway
And I just want someone to pull my plug out
I think there's something wrong with me
A lack of pure love
Takes the fight right out of me
Like a prima ballerina
Dancing out of key
My neck is full of mystery
You know, my back is my worst enemy
And my fever-riddled final performance
Is quite on-point
And I just want someone to crawl in a hole with
I think there's something wrong with me
And I just need someone to save me from my filth
Ghosts and games
Bartles and Jaymes
We got yachts for days
On these atomic waves
Ghosts and games
Bartles and Jaymes
We got yachts for days
On these atomic waves
And I can't see the rain in the air
With your menagerie making nests in my hair
Creating some kind of nectar
For all of those babies in there
And I can see you hanging around
With your alcohol, crashing all my parties
Don't speak my name three times
Unless you want to be stuck with me, oh lawd
But you can't have fun without pizza
And you can't pick a fight for free
I guess we wrapped up everything
In bloody cellophane and
It worries me - oh, it worries me
Oh you can't have fun without pizza
And you can't skirt a fight for free
But I insisted on a picture
Of my gooey brain and
It worries me - oh, it worries me
There's a moment when the coin's in the air
Before it falls back down to your hand
That you know which way
You want that sumbitch to land
You can't have fun without pizza
And you can't have a fire without something to burn
But you invited all your friends
And your co-workers and
It worries me - oh, woe is me!
You can't have fun without pizza
And you can't face your thoughts for free
But I survived all the nightmares
With only a belly ache and
It worries me - oh, it worries me
And if it don't fit
Don't force it!
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