1. |
Birthday Party
01:26
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2. |
Big Guy
03:48
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Why you toolin’, cool it, you fool.
Blow some bubbles--crack your knuckles.
While you style-find I’ll sing my tune.
Slow your hustle--sew your troubles.
You don’t make having a personality look easy.
Find your faith but only for form.
Save your sermons--stay your spurns.
Blindly baked and born of the bored,
Way too wasted, want for worth.
There’s just so many feet of teeth that need to eat.
There’s only so many feet of meat in me.
[Tell me what’s your stake?]
Who you foolin’, cool it, my dude.
[What does it matter? If I’m the one who’s fakin' it,]
Gripe and grumble--
[what is that making you?]
drag your knuckles.
[Maybe I’ve found my place, and you think you know better]
Super duper, oh, ain’t you cute?
[What’s mine is mine, is mine is mine is mine is you.]
Where’s your bubble? Who’s your idol?
There’s only so much of me I’m willing to police.
[There’s only so many ways out here that we can be.]
There’s only so many measures and beats.
Lately I’ve found I assume way too much about
What you’re trying now, and with whom you’re in touch.
Lately I’ve found I...
Lately I’ve found I...
Lately I’ve found I’m lazy lately, maybe crazy. Hate me, baby.
What’m I doin’ harping at you?
I’ll kick some rocks and tie my knots.
Who’s my tongue to say who is who?
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3. |
Posterity
04:24
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Seething emerald eyes,
Native grief rolling,
Back behind blank burned frames,
Slow, liquid death.
I'll leave,
for posterity.
Cries out to me--
Caretaker!
Psuedo-something,
No help is needed from you,
Blind, deaf, armless anomaly.
I'll leave,
for posterity.
I'll leave,
for posterity.
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4. |
Half of Me
03:10
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Who's the stiff?
Who's the louse?
Who's this go-getter?
Who is this layabout?
Whose mess is this?
Who's to blame for it?
Who is it died, gave you some right to any insight?
Just tell all your friends who you truly are.
Call up your man and say, "Fuck off, boy!"
But half of you wants to do right by your simple self.
Who's this skin?
Who's these tits?
Not what I was born with, so,
Who is a Theseus ship?
Who's in with the Id Crowd?
Who's portion is owed?
Who's the one we forgive?
Who's the "we" in this scenario?
I'll show all my friends all my ghastly scars.
Call up my mom and say, "I see you!"
But half of me wants to be some kind of big
...shot down.
Growing is conceding who I am now.
Added or repeated, oh,
When larvae are proud, they lack the sense to recognize the nymph.(Have of me, Half of me)
Just outgrew her skin
(Have of me, Half of me)
Her cycle continues
(Have of me, Half of me)
May she never dial it in.
May we never dial it in.
Now half of us need a plus one to the shit-show.
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5. |
The Things You Bury
04:14
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I think of my habits and think of my friends' habits and think,
I can't quit, and they can't quit, and we'll enable each other to death.
If I say it out loud it makes it real.
It makes it real.
I look at the world and the water and the air and all of the politics,
and think I'll never be a mother.
If I say it out loud it makes it real.
It makes it real.
I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted for your family,
but I don't have my shit together yet.
If I say it out loud it makes it real.
It makes it real.
Sometimes I don't want to be alive.
If I say it out loud it makes it real.
It makes it real.
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6. |
Feelin' Low
01:37
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That decision--
Of course, of course, it's mine.
Both things seem fine,
Don't make me decide.
I live here,
I say to myself,
the in between.
Liminality's a bitch.
Don't I know, I know, I know.
I can be too,
when I'm feelin' low.
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7. |
If I Don't Speak
02:31
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Sometimes I don't finish my sentences.
I know, it makes you close.
Making it impossible to say, well,
I know, it makes me close.
(Yes, I know something about something you know something about.
I'll say something about something you know something about.)
If I don't speak I won't have to take it back.
Please won't you take it back?
(Yes, I know something about something you know something about.
I'll say something about something you know something about.)
I don't want you to take it back.
(Don't you want to know how smooth my dick is?)
If I don't speak--
is that any better?
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8. |
Incentive
04:53
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I don't need you to be right all the time--I don't need it.
I need you to be right on time.
Autumn leaves hit their peek, now that they are dead audibly, the moment they get wet...
I don't need you to be right all the time--I don't need it.
I need you to be right for we--chemistry! Atoms meeting, just so, just so, pressure, heat, a liter of my blood, and the extract of a leaf.
I'd say this minute I'm in it,
I've been given no incentive
To be nice beyond being peaceful.
Our hearts are measured ag'n it,
Dull or sinister, which is it?
What's so hard? What is decent?
You might say come feeding time "Please, spare my wretched hide!"
We've been given no incentive
Given no incentive
But will I hand you over to the hungry hive?
I don't need you to be right all the time--I don't need that.
I need you to be right on.
Would you cut out your sister for your principles?
Be honest-what'll it fix?
Are you really any different from each other?
Be honest.
-
I don't need it
(Be honest)
I don't need it
(Be honest be honest)
I don't need it (Be honest)
I'd say this minute I'm in it,
I've been given no incentive
To be nice beyond being peaceful.
Our hearts are measured ag'n it,
Dumb or sinister, which is it?
What's so hard? What is decent?
You might say come feeding time "Please, spare my wretched hide!"
We've been given no incentive
Given no incentive
But will I hand you over to the hungry hive?
And will you hand me over to your tribe, your hive--will it go?
How will it go?
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9. |
Anything Important
05:24
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Look into my eyes,
Swear you won't compromise.
Speak into my mouth.
It's like I'm not even here--
I wasn't saying anything important anyway.
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10. |
Smile and Nod
04:13
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I sustain these sounds just to feel the air shaking.
If a tree falls could you ever understand me? Like, fucking really?
I can’t say exactly what I mean.
Don't advertise.
It's well-seen.
Your naked eyes,
They tell me,
Smile and nod.
I’m not buying it--I know that look.
Wait, I could say it better.
It's like a letter I write you many years after the fact,
so I don’t have to see your reaction.
But, hear me out.
I could say it just a few decibels higher.
If I tried to enunciate and cleared out my...
If I speak with honey leaking out my mouth would that be sweet enough?
See, I was under the impression you were under the impression I was understandable.
Nuh-uh.
See, I was under the impression you were under the impression I was understandable.
Now I've got you, hear me out,
hear me out,
hear me out!
Smile and nod.
I’m not buying it--I know that look.
Wait, I could say it better.
It's like a letter I write you many years after the fact,
so I don’t have to see your reaction.
Smile and nod.
I’m not buying it--I know that look.
Wait, I could say it better.
It's like a letter I write you many years after the fact,
so I don’t have to see your reaction.
But, hear me out.
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11. |
Pleasure Seeker
06:33
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I drink myself young.
I drink myself old.
I sink to the bottom,
with the weight of my stone.
Pleasure seeker! I will be--forever. Shit!
I know it's bad for me.
I love so many things,
at least I used to.
I'll resign to pleasure seeking without you.
My silence won't break,
try and let it breathe,
let it eat,
let it have some space.
And I chewed it for days,
through your smoke and the tears and all,
but the right words evade me.
Pleasure seeker! You're still alive,
not for lack of trying,
now we can't ignore the counter running down.
And I know you're sore, but I keep reaching out.
Was pleasure found?
(I love so many things,
at least I used to.)
In a haze you can't escape you for now.
So sink to your pleasure, just remember, you're doing it without me.
(I'll resign to pleasure seeking without you.)
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12. |
Half of Me (RADIO EDIT)
03:10
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