1. |
Ode To Bunchy
05:16
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sitting on the moons no fun when youre all alone
but i know my friends are gonna be back soon
"michael collins lunar orbit" theyll sing when i come home
they all cant wait for thos damn boys from the moon
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2. |
Moles
02:10
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ive got
time for
half of
all my thoughts
its just scratching the back of my throat
rose gold with my bros
rolled over in my moles
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3. |
Fredo
06:16
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in the morning i come to
outside the LANTA station
forget what i said to you
no you don't deserve my rage
and when i go to work
in my new tan shirt
fredo sits still in class
as i fall through the office glass
"after dusting off my jacket, which, at this point, was the color of dust, i would eventually make my way into an elevator. inside, the sound of artificial trumpets, cruelly distorted by negligent recordings of am radio frequencies, would be playing over the elevator speakers, and i would have to pretend that i did not exist. on the fifth floor, the elevator would stop, and i would be pissed. in might walk a blonde haired lady, and i, ignoring the large open gash on my check, would be left to wonder if i should have shaved that morning. at the top floor, i would obviously exit, and be forgotten by any other elevator occupants"
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4. |
Slow Club
04:38
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and those bruising at the breeze come plenty in this town
oh i know, what the fuck is boba tea now?
you're the perfect administer for my vitamin needs
if i break into the pill in time
feel feel it pulling tight
every light's too bright for you
it takes a heavy fight
to get the feeling right
so just go back to sleep
when you want to dream
and say "i don't believe
the things you sell to me"
enter mr spitz
little shit but talks a lot of it
he's the director as you see
of new york city's apathy
and when he gets home
he tries to put you in his phone
but lately thinking's been more like
he's climbing mountains in his mind
been to
mistakes that only shape the truth
don't forget the things you know that got away from you
breathin so slow
you're drowning in the night
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5. |
Funny
01:30
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im a big man
with a big knife
gonna tear down the walls tonight
dont be scared
if you see me under there
i know im gross but you dont have to stare
im a funny man
without a plan
except to drink until i cannot stand
cause i dont care
about your hair
all i know is every day life's not fair
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6. |
Only Turn Blue
04:20
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he wants his coffee date
to tell you the time of day
he writes apology tapes
broke your glasses
i'l take time away
for the new mistakes
that i might make or take
you know
i'll be the part of the cake
that makes up all of the hate
cause i am sick of all these faces
around
friday night, hold mace
saturday i was amazed
the streets cleaned when it rained
thankfully
building bridges remote
four angels on toast
i only turn blue when I'm cold
its like salt on a snail
the way you inhale
i'll sharpen up my wits for the perfect crime
and if youre embarrassed
dont be embarrassed
i'll sharpen up my bits for the perfect line
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7. |
Don't Steal My Bike
01:16
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PLEASE DONT STEAL MY BIKE!!!!!!!!
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8. |
Pink Slime
01:44
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somewhere in the air between hate and outer space
or maybe at a lake where i can be naked and out of place
what i don't want too see begins to take a brand new shape
a trapezoid or something even more reality based
and okie from I'm joking asks me where I've been
i hold my peace divorce my sentences from what i mean
and on the tables there is pink slime straight from the tube
where they pull the goo it takes to turn nothing into food
i like when
the sun's out west
nothing more
nothing less
theres a few great things left in this century
i guess its fine to join them playing in the rain
the politics of getting high along suburban kids with pynchon names
but i know one day we'll be eating pink slime from the tube
me and you in the way only we can do
i like when
we're at rest
nothing more
you know best
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eating pinnk slimmmmmme ;-'^)
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bus seat findings
blink through the morning
you stepped up yawning
the wind kept soaring
and when you were bored
living was the best chore
im locked up alone
nodding at my phone
sorry i made it sore
too focused on the score
thats just how shit goes
when youre a newborn
you could break my nose
and watch the blood flow
im locked up alone
gnawing a rats bone
youre sure of all your words and
they murmur like theyre nervous
you find the perfect moments
they always try to stir it
and for all ive done to shrink down
and for all ive had to drink now
i dont think id know what you think about anymore
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