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T.V.
02:16
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Well I see you out on a Saturday night and I wonder: do you know I’m around? Guitars they sound like nothing at all when you’re playing around and peeking behind. Oh are you famous on some T.V. show? Your locks, they grow. You can cut ‘em down. You’re a piece of work! Do you have the time to mess around? Well, I’d have to drive all the way down. Or maybe you think what I do is shit. Doc Marten, Ph.D. had enough of it. All I wanna do: could you guess already? Mess around with you. You’re a piece of work!
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Nose Picker
01:44
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You’re picking sides like you pick your nose. Easy enough when you got nothing to lose. You think you’re invincible. Nuh uh, nuh uh, nuh uh. ‘Well, I can change! I can change my mind.’ You think you’re always right. Well, so did I, so did I, so did I. You’re always scared you’ll get caught in a lie but your whole life is a lie. ‘Well, I can change! I can change my mind.’ Do you want to change? Or would you rather break?
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History Lesson
01:52
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Spider crossing under moonlight. Ghost upon a stone talking about time. The thought that this has happened before—can you bear its weight anymore? Have you learned your lesson? History, does it exist? The past and the future, a deeper abyss. Myth sinking under. Ecstatic, always already over. Have you learned your lesson?
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6 Ft. Hole
01:26
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I don’t know what to say. Every time you look at me, I look the other way. I don’t care why you hate the things I do. It’s all because you’ve spotted the difference and I don’t look like you. Pretend to hate me for my clothes. Hate me for my job. Hate me for what you’re not and you’ll never have enough. I’m broke just like you. I just wanna live in the city where I got something to do. I’m just trying to get by. Live in a place where no one gives a fuck that I’m not white. So you can hate me for my clothes. Hate me for my job. Hate me because I’m other? Well, you can fuck right off. This was meant to be a love song. But instead there’s all these assholes. I’ll keep running around in circles or I’ll dig myself a 6 ft. hole.
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A Vision
02:28
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A dog howling and I’m choking. A serpent writhing at the back of my throat. Money is nothing. Money is nothing but you’re going nowhere ‘til they get what they wanted. I might as well eat my money. Are you worth it? Are you worth it? The heaviest, darkest—a crawling snake. All the horror. Pallid face. And through all of my pain, I can finally say: bite down. Bite its head off. Now we’re laughing. Now we’re laughing until we’re crying. Now we’re laughing. Now we’re longing. Now we’re crying. Transformed being. Bite down. Bite down. Bite down.
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A Cross
01:47
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Waiting. Wanting. I’ll be there with tea cups clinking. Paper notes and turtle shells. Is there anything? No, there’s nothing. Across an ocean wide, the black lake I’ll swim reflects the clouds and sky. Swim across. Across. A cross. A cross.
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The Only One
01:53
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Cauterize another bleeding vein. All these metaphors, they hurt. They hurt again. You’re the only one that’s sane. All those things you’ve said under fake names. Are you the only one? No one others you. Your whole world is you. It’s all the same.
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Shoplifter
03:53
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I can’t think of anything but think of you. Only your form penetrates my view. Will you ever, have you ever, ever been caught with all the things you never bought? Can’t take anything back. Shoplifter, never in any danger. Is there anything better, Shoplifter? I like awake with all the things I’d say to you. I can’t stand you, you’re around when I think you’re gone. Anything you can put your hands on: take anything you want. I can’t think of anything but think of you. If I’d ask, would you stop? If you’d ask, I’d give you anything. Anything you want. But it’s never enough. It’s never enough. Sink away beyond your grasp.
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First Blood
01:48
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Cold nights ahead of you. Dark and dry, cracked room. Nothing breathes except in foggy plumes. Footsteps pound upstairs and dead skin in broken hair. Shed until skin bleeds and gums lifted off teeth. Beg and beg for someone to come and save you. Cower in the dark ‘til bones show through. Choke on the things you say. Vomit the guilt away. You deserve the contempt that wolves have for dogs. They say: this is where you shit. This is shit you eat.
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10 Million Kids
01:34
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Go on and tell me a lie. Tell me what’s wrong and tell me what’s right. Tell me 10 million kids are starving worldwide so you better clean up your plate before you waste and die. 10 million kids they have something to say before you use ‘em all up for some point you make and 10 million kids they just wanna skate but in the city there’s 10 million men in uniform and they got a right to kill. Born to kill. Right to kill. Born to kill.
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Let It Die
01:57
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Making mistakes. You’re on my mind. Oh, are you perfect, not like any other guy? You’ve got a tape? Tell me what it’s like. Stick it right in. Now you’re just my type. Let it die. Exploit this feeling for another song. Let me beg for it. I wanna be your dog. Can I play in your hometown? Can I sleep in your room? Let this feeling drown. Well, she died so soon. Let it die.
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Health Insurance
02:11
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I’m sick! I’m sick and I eat shit. My guts! My guts. Gag ‘til I spit. My throat! My throat. Pus filled sores. Broken teeth. Blood in mouth tastes so sour. I don’t wanna be sick. I itch. Hives they stick. Shit and blood. Blood and shit. I don’t wanna be sick. Am I my sick? I don’t wanna be sick.
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Negative Scanner Chicago, Illinois
Can only be described by negation. Unknowable, ungraspable, unpredictable, non-identical. We don't even sound like this BANDCAMP
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