1. |
MH370
03:59
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I need a change of pace,
loss of face.
I need an unpaid vacation that never ends.
Gonna fly over my hometown
and wave everybody goodbye.
We're just goin' for a quick swim,
so point the nose down,
let's take a dive.
Put your heads between your knees
Now put your knees between your teeth.
"We're going down together
Decompress at 41,000"
Suddenly the windows are frosty
and our breath like exhaust on that cold winter day so many years ago
when our feet touched the earth
and we carried the weight of the sky on our shoulders.
(Shoulders, shoulders)
Wings on our shoulders
(Shoulders, shoulders)
Spread your little wings and fly away
Put your heads between your knees
Now put your knees between your teeth.
"We're all gonna drown together
Hit the surface at 550"
Going down down down!
I wish I wasn't born a rabid dog
with a new taste of flesh.
I wish I hadn't done many things,
but nothing more than this.
"We will never be found together"
Yeah, nothing more than this.
I wish I'd packed some extra clothing,
in case i get stuck in some in-between
purgatory and
I wish the Mariana Trench wasn't so goddamn deep.
"We will never be found together
decomposing off the grid"
We will never be found
Going down down down
We will never be found
Going down down down
We will never be found.
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2. |
Cognitive Dissonance
01:20
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When you’re breaking down
Stomp on Asphalt ground
Bite your tongue
Can’t tell who’s outside
Chanting in the night
I’m just howling out
Foaming
At the mouth
Crack a smile
Ear to a glass on the wall
Other side of the hall
(Go to sleep)
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3. |
O-Ring
04:42
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There's no coming back around from 86,
no plot twists,
There won't be sequel, prequel, greatest hits,
remastered bonus disc
No cryptic images hidden in Kubrick scenes,
visual effects
Netflix mini-series, investigative analysts,
deleted texts
You’ll be wandering these sands
starving for purpose and truth
until the devil hand's you bread
takes control.
When your o-ring erodes
and your fuel-tank explodes
with an aurora of smoke
(on CNN, watching the fire spiral
reaching down like long white fingers)
Searching up and down the brown florida coast
to find a ghost
of fleeting youth, walked out on you, left a residue
hair on your pillow.
In dreams old faces greet you
but in sun you stumble aimlessly
until quicksand enfolds
taking hold.
When your o-ring erodes
and your fuel-tank explodes
with an aurora of smoke
crying “believe me, god, i’ve done the best i can”
dusty polaroids wave in shaking hands
say, “open up the womb’s tomb, momma
look out, here comes the killing moon”
...
Spring rain, come down hard, feed the moss
where our fragments came home that day
dredged up, wrapped in old glory.
A chrysalis for the century's metamorphosis,
a time capsule under decaying streets,
where the ghost band still plays taps—
Let the children sing along.
There is no school today and
there is no air in space.
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4. |
Metamorphosis
02:29
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EGG
LARVA
PUPA
Metamorphosis.
When we sleep (dream) I am a guest at your family's house.
Poolside, hot Virginia night.
And when the crowd dies down,
drunks stumble out,
you sneak me to the back room.
Let all your organs hang outside the abdominal wall.
Insects crawl.
Insects mate.
Insects feast.
EGG
LARVA
PUPA
Metamorphosis.
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5. |
Python (In The Weeds)
04:28
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Are you happy?
Or are you pretending?
How much will you swallow
before your stomach bleeds?
The lump in my abdomen
gets bigger every day.
It’s a kink in a garden hose,
a clogged kitchen sink,
broken garbage disposal.
Are you getting all tangled up
inside the weeds that
scale the home and constrict your blood
like a large carnivorous snake?
(Pica)
I wouldn't follow
advice from the lesser-wise
but i will swallow
you down to the shoes every time.
(Python)
In the weeds, strangle me
In the weeds, strangle me
(Are you getting all tangled up
inside the weeds?)
Are you afraid of sinking in
too deep to climb back out?
Went to bed with a stranger,
woke up five years later
the beat never stopped but you lost the count.
How long until the drywall comes tumbling down in the rain?
How long until the sadness overwhelms our tiny reptile brains?
What is waiting for us at the end of our numbered days
but maternity centers, custody hearings
nursing homes, marble graves?
Are you ready to settle down?
Already feeling tied down?
(Twist and turn in my sleep, strangle me while I eat,
why can't you free me?)
You can’t climb back out
The clock keeps spinning 'round
The beat never slows down
but you,
you lost the count.
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6. |
Let's Learn To Count!!!
04:01
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(I am) I am a light sleeper
(I am) I am a mouth breather
(I am) I am a nervous mess and
(I am) I am the taste of vomit.
(Will you) hold my hand while I count to five?
(Will you) tap your feet so i stay in time?
(I am) you are a dirty old rat
(I am) wrapped up in rags
(I am) inside a dumpster fire
(I am) floating down the schuylkill.
(Will you) hold my hand while I count to five?
Learn how to count on your own
I’m not a metronome
Consciousness is a stream of piss
sulfuric and cloudy from too much coffee.
It is a compulsive liar and
mindfulness is minding your own damn business.
Learn how to count on your own
I’m now your metronome
Learn how to count on your own
I’m not your metronome
Clicking
The clock is ticking
The drummer’s sweating
My fingers bleed
Hurry
You’re dragging behind
You rushed the bar line
Don’t lose the beat
Learn how to count on your own
I’m not a metronome
Learn how to count on your own
I’m not a
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7. |
Abyss (Under The Ice)
02:49
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the festivities over, everyone is leaving now
or slumped on couches or carpet, snoring
drooling
you can pour out your wine, but it’s too early for coffee
(c o f f e e c o f f e e)
it’s freezing outside with an ashtray overflowing and the windows are open and the roaches are feeding
it’s hidden in the cracks and in the in-betweens
of midnight and dawn where the line is blurry
or maybe our vision is too blurry to see the line
and maybe the kitchen clock is an hour behind
the oligarchy is tugging his strings
he dances and sings, he dances and sings
he dances and sings, he dances and sings
we are color surging through stain glass lines
and pillaring down as stalactites
inside a nuclear submarine
300 meters deep
at the bottom of a rocky trench
no one can find us now
no one can touch us now
no one will find us now
no one will touch us now
no one can hurt us now.
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8. |
Kuru / Uncaria Tomentosa
08:36
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(kuru) when I see you
(kuru) I can't stop shaking
(kuru) try and laugh it off
(kuru) I cant stop laughing
With a white fender jazzbass
you are a panther
digging claws into my back
and with a crooked head,
I am your scarecrow.
Kneeling in the cornfield,
waiting for you to come back with the flocks
the crowd and dreadful crows.
I wrote you "Love Song, Not the Cure"
and you accepted,
you never protested, no.
I think you're acting irrational,
you're being an asshole.
Well, your claims can’t contest
and your books all burn.
Your daddy is rich,
you will never need to work
but you’re demanding respect
the kind you never give
rolling around in your own shit
like a pink fat pig.
We embrace and we crouch and the spike sinks deeper,
and the claws hook and pull my skin.
Oh, my back, my back,
my back is wet.
My back is killing me,
baby i hate the sight of blood.
(kuru) when I see you
(kuru) I can't stop shaking
(kuru) try and laugh it off
(kuru) I cant stop laughing
I need to take a step back,
to get an aerial view.
Greedy
I'm a greedy bastard
I'm so greedy
I'm a greedy hog!
(Wind blowing inside
it's just a January night)
Do you want everything that you can't have?
Do you want everything in plain sight?
When i see you
I can't stop shaking
Try and laugh it off
I cant stop laughing
I want to stop!
One day after New Years
alone in a friends high-rise apartment
You come by later than planned
wiping your shoes off on the doormat
When it’s gone,
everything looks better than when you held it close.
When you’re gone,
everything is far from the equator now.
Five years and counting fast
I’m thinner and so is my hair
but the scratches on my back
closed up when you left
taking the doormat.
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9. |
Soap Op. 20
05:07
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Now that you're twenty-one
brandish that shotgun
Good sons marry too fast while
spring-fever-dreams sneak past
But even virgins get old
can't hide away from home
on a slip-n-slide downhill
drinking 'till you got scales and gills
down in moonlit gully,
something ahead catches reflecting light:
Out on a lake of tears, rise
rows of tiptoed swans
Who wear's black to a wedding?
Feathered and tarred
Spinning, spinning
Crusty eyelids blink sun
shake and rattle the ibuprofen
Was the headache worth a short eclipse
from all those nagging decisions?
Longer you try and hide
more Friday nights just roll by
All those rosy faces you used to see
like hyenas laughing up acacia trees
are clean shaven silhouettes
standing at your side, under a crucifix
Jump in that lake of slime with your
lover in your arms
I'll wear black to your wedding
and smile as you drown
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning
Spinning, spinning
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11. |
Spectacol
04:55
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Bus loads
Green ducks in a row
Teenage uncle sams
Reach out for miles
Roll in
Sand dune horizon
Blue postcard mountains
Can we slow down?
Countdown
In trenches, crouching
Elbow to elbow
The lights come on
Stars clash
A thermal shock blast
My X-ray bones flash
Can we slow down?
Garden
We'll never get back
Jerusalem burning
Slow down on fire
White ash
As centuries rain past
Accelerating
We can't jump out
Churchyard
The greater dream gone
The gyres run on
Confuse our thought
Horseman
We're going too fast
Cold eye on life cast
Keep passing by
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