1. |
Dark Country
04:36
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This place has got the beauty of dried dead flowers,
frozen coffee crystals, and a golden ring
Swollen like the sun, your patient deliverance
All you need to know is one cup – my wings
Fading conversation into coffee, cigarettes
I need a little pick me up, please give me some skin
Eyes begin to wander, and our lips are void of noise
Wanted to make some love, now is that such a sin?
And I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good and I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good and I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good, good, good
Drinking down my dinner so my eyes are getting heavy
And I’m wiping off the grit and the spiderwebs
Running around in circles, high time I’m good and ready
I’m itching at the bit, but less alive than dead
Slipping out of this chinwag, ‘cause things were getting heated
And I needed it about as much as a hole in the head
Fuck you, take a picture, and I hope it lasts forever
Cats out of the bag, I’ll be drinking instead
To I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good and I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good and I’ve
Got it good, I’ve got it good, good, good
You call a spade a spade
Well then then all jokes aside
I feel you define
a chickenshit who did it all to blister like the Sun
Crawling like a slug for too long
Reckless without care or sight
I finally fixed my eyes on the slope of the horizon
And the thunderclaps are coming so you best beware
Excuse me while I slide in and taste the Armageddon
Just slip back into the arms of someone who cares
If I’m
Good, good, good, good, great
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2. |
Half Dumb
05:51
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Sidekick, pipsqueak, voice of reason
Endnote, freak show, minor virus
I suggest that surely you jest that
I’m on my deathbed ‘cause I’ve got your sympathy
Laugh track, feedback, incognito
As below so that arises
I suggest that surely you jest that
I’m on my deathbed ‘cause I’ve got your sympathy
Lovesick, blackout, escape artist
Sunspot, zombie, death’s upon us
I suggest that surely you jest that
I’m on my deathbed ‘cause I’ve got your sympathy
Everybody knows that you’ve got two things to say
Splitting the difference – it’s you
Twofaced mitosis me, hey
Keep on shitting out clichés
They don’t make a lick of sense
Keep on shitting out clichés
They don’t make a lick of sense, yeah
Crossbones, low notes, mass confusion
Decay, monster, fizz and fusion
I suggest that surely you jest that
I be feeling friction ‘cause I am a symphony
Toxic, jigsaw, due diffusion
Eyesore, humbug, no illusions
I suggest that surely you jest that
I be feeling friction ‘cause I am symphony
Apeshit, nitwit, drawn conclusion
Arthouse, ovum, in profusion
I suggest that surely you jest that
I be feeling friction ‘cause I am a symphony
Rotten fruits of labour have been getting the best of me
I must have made a curse under an effective wishing tree
All my nerves are shot because I suffered indignity
Face for radio and with a poor personality
Peace of mind dismissed as just another conspiracy
Hope and fear imagined as they issue from fantasy
Skeletons of satellites are ghosts of activity
Mothership was dead and then we replaced her battery
Hemispheric drums reminding oneself of timpani
Nondual possibilities now dance in periphery
Shapeshifter finding forms to match with average humanity
Fitting in would fit with my revision of ecstasy
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3. |
Monsters
03:57
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(you, Monster
Give back the gift
the gift that you gave to me)
O Dreaming
Where've you been hiding
I've been searching
For many moons
I am so very very sleepy
I beg you
To bless me
And appear to me!
(you, Monster
Give back the gift
the gift that you gave to me)
You were my sunshine
My sleepy sunshine
The dreams were thrilling
Both night and day
How brilliant
Resplendent, pure and kind you are
Please lead me
At twilight
To dream with you!
(The last one to find us
is the first one to guide us
Reversing in sequence
through monsters and memory)
(you, Monster
Give back the gift
the gift that you gave to me)
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4. |
Jöb
03:24
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Not to brag a bit, but you’re like a pig
And you’ve been sacrificed for the fall of man again
Down upon your knees at 90 degrees
And now you’re looking to the sky for some hope or a way
Out….
There’s no easy fix, you’re a gamble in the mix
And you’ve been taking it through your next of kin
Broken, begging "please, Lordy cure this disease”
And now your eyes are rolling back and you’re looking to shout
Out…
Empty shell between the Sun and the Moon
Those lamps lit up in the sky
Each voice tugging at the ear from the shoulder
It’s enough to make you want to die
It’s enough to make you want to die
Won’t you wait a tick, and will you scratch this itch
Why wouldn’t one want to work a simple 9 to 5?
Please put me at ease, at least bless me when I sneeze
Or I’m going to take my life as I’m looking to fade
Out…
Empty shell between the Sun and the Moon
Those lamps lit up in the sky
Each voice tugging at the ear from the shoulder
It’s enough to make you want to die
It’s enough to make you want to die
Out...
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5. |
False Teeth
02:04
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Settling in now
It’s okay
We’re only going to move if you don’t want to stay
Settling in now
It’s alright
We’re only going to move at a comfortable pace
Put those teeth away
Put those teeth away again
Put those teeth away
Put those teeth away again
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