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Perfume / In the Tooth
02:52
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The guard rail a mangled, tangled mess
like it was chewed up and spit back out
Every morning the flies swarm her door,
they'll taunt "you're getting longer in the tooth."
Long, now it's been so long
Twenty one years almost to the day
and all the footage was erased.
She nineteen and he thirty two, and now the
last of august has had the last of you.
Too late
I'm too late
I'm out of time
Will you teach me to jump over the flame?
and laugh in the fire and dance in the fire while the flame rises
I was running late, now I am early to die
The smell of rubber and black smoke pours out
Young and supple, unmarked by time
Bloody hands still grip the wheel
Long,
now it's been so long
Long,
all my teeth are long
Royal blood is laughing at you,
and all of Wales is sobbing for you,
they're leaving flowers at Kensington square just for you, and
no one knows what the hell to do.
Too late
I'm too late
I'm out of time
Too late
I'm too late
I'm out of time
Will you teach me how to jump over the flame?
and laugh in the fire and dance in the fire?
While the flame rises higher
and rises higher and rises higher
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Turtle One
02:44
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Turtle came out of her shell in a hundred year old shoebox with breathing holes
We put on our cloths and, on the way home, we contemplated moving up to suburban world of our parents goals we'd always said we hated most until the love that bound us close dissipated like turtles ghost headed south before the snow fell every night, I am a pebble in white.
I won't regret your beady eyes if you remember mine.
Something must have gone terribly wrong
There was a flash in the tunnel,
no light at the end.
The young driver and his passenger were dead on the scene,
dead on rout seventeen
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3. |
Metathesiophobia
01:33
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I like you so please don't change
I find it so strange how the smallest divisions
sit and stew
they constitute a ticking watch
boom hullabaloo
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Sparky
02:27
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Pot belly smokestack
(come out, come out and meet the gang)
His thin wife is a coat rack
(come on, come on and play the game)
My yellow eyes scan the smokey air
to flag down my ride with silver hair
Who sits inhaling the trashcan
and comes out to dull his brain
Ignore what they say and maybe one day it'll kill you
it's been killing me
Slurring irrelevant stories
of grandeur in your younger years of fame
My wit sharp as a thumbtack
get impaired, clear the air and shake the rain
Ignore what they say and maybe one day it'll kill you
it's been killing me
Cut the lights cue the laughtrack
(come out, come out and see the shame)
My poor wallet is empty
but my stomach and my liver are so full
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Turtle Two
03:08
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Every little move exaggerated and every single touch turns to stone
(time was never in our hands, time was always in my plans)
our perfect life is frozen in claymation, will never exist outside memory
I won't be your sun,
can't be your moon, won't be your anything at
all if you don't stand and you don't move,
if you don't try and break the
wind is pouring in and blowing me into the corner of the room
Your eyes became fluorescent bulbs exposing the cracks
where I had swept my crumbs and dust from the past
(wrapped you in a towel and buried you in the backyard)
made your bed, now sleep on it
tables have turned.
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Lash out and stake me dead
Stone heroes jump the fence
Graveyard is full of noise
Land fills around you
This time I wont have an answer
I'll let you rot
Next time I wont bat an eye or change my mind
Change my mind
Rise to the queen of sound
Don't look her in the eyes
She only wears white and never leaves the house
Earth's pit opened wide
Oceans rose, the sun returned
Leave flowers by my urn and
Let Alexandria burn.
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9. |
Vanity
03:19
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Telyscopes Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"Since 2012, Telyscopes has molted through one reinvention after another--shedding layers of lo-fi psychedelia, chamber pop,
jazz, and electronica like cocoons as the project grows more legs, prettier wings, or sharper mandibles. The lifeblood remains the same: offbeat lyrics and striking melodies. Often ingenious--never typical."
-The All Scene Eye
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