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Space Cake
03:00
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its a beautiful day and my heads up in space
with the spaciest space cake around
breathing loud and thinking all in circles
if i write these things down maybe shell come around
bring some life to this so called hometown
but the tv shows and fast food keep me grounded
when i get anxious
ill turn to my anchor
it keeps me from moving
i need not lift a finger as long as i just lay here
i walk along the barriers of the socially acceptable
oh how delectable
blood pours out my cuticles my spine is bending
inwards and outwards
inwards and outwards
id bloom like a flower
with a shave and a shower
but i just get louder and louder
now its time to lie back and consider all the facts
all the things that we can know for sure
cause ive been told so much my head is splitting
ive got headsplitting headaches for days these days
so i toss and i turn and quite consciously yearn
for the furnace in my chest to burn
if theres a way ill find it
ill lose my young mind trying
cause everyones gotta die sometime but they keep that shit quiet
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2. |
But Tonight
05:48
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while people all just sit there waiting
for theyre phones to load up some video
there are folks somewhere out there
who profit off their patience
billion dollar corporations
getting high off your information
but tonight we turn a blind eye
and go get drunk about it
but id bleed out all my blood
for any number of my dear friends
but tonight i am lazy
and i wont pick up for no one at all
but id change my attitude
if the state really cared about you
but tonight they sure as hell dont
and we need to let them know
that i will not bleed one drop for them
my mouth is shut my teeth arent gold
ill break them out shown and told
ignore my place and rock the boat
a collection of shady shape shifters
but theyd get squeamish if they saw the blisters
on the palms and the souls of our feet
and the x rays of our spines
the true barrier is competition
no one wants to better themselves just be better than everyone else
but tonight were all the same
tonight we feel no shame
and we will summon the rain
and well cut the power lines
and we will feed the Earth
showing the bastards what theyre worth
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3. |
Swimming In Melted Snow
03:07
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find me swimming in the melted snow
where the other kids wouldnt think to go
the government cant ever know exactly what goes on here
but come springtime all will become clear
relationships established through this false self
wont get you nowhere man wont get you nowhere my friend
but if you quit acting proper and come clean
anger is a beautiful thing oh youll see
so this is how you speak to me
when i put water in your soil and i broke in those shoes that your wearing
it makes it hard to believe that you care about anything
besides how you look in the mirror
and i cringe at the thought of double spacing one more document
or checking my sources again
oh this intellect is not perfect ill never be perfect
why the fuck would i want to be perfect?
manic depressed in a lonely home
so far from what i used to know
the gas pumps and the GMOs
are begging for me to come back
and i listen
but ill never reply
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when i am free ill be better off
but nostalgia creates resistance
puts sweat in my socks
i can cross the street all by myself
but where do i go do i use my power for good
or for nothing at all
now you
shake off the fear
shake off the soil
shake what your momma gave ya
or else all her sacrifices are in vain
and if you dont care and the lord knows you ought to
will you awaken a beautiful mess
i doubt that you will i doubt your relevance
in the great plan in this cosmic oil painting
do you
do you feel like a child
a child outside
the last tree you climbed
is it still there or has it been lost
do you know at all
how the fields of tall grass stretch for light years on
in the dark
when we feel way small
all these feelings of smallness build up to be larger than
you and your loyal subjects
and your lust for significance and power
and the house and the senate
and all of mother Earths inhabitants
come to bear arms and participate
and no one will flee cause we understand
its all we have
these days
are strange
at least to me
but not to you not to thee
skies are blue till they turn grey
and well watch but what will we say
when the clocks begin to turn the other way
stating your case with unparalleled grace
oxygen is stolen
from the lungs of the upper class white men
by the great socratic speaker of our generation
theyll become
the subjects of jokes that we tell to our children
theyre faces will appear on ironic t shirts and
well all ignore
the people we were yesterday and the ones we were last year
the frankly irrelevant past states of mind that brought us here
breathe easy
without police harassing citizens on the streets that we walk on
where wealth and domination are fetishized no longer
but today we remain
stuck in the mud begging for food
lost in crowds beaten down
lost in the rain
rest in pain
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5. |
Hotels On Everything
02:20
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oh my fucking god i see hotels on everything
and everything i see these days is asphalt and fake evergreens
dangling from rearview mirrors
petri dishes full of shopping malls
and i cant breathe
everything exists to be sold and that includes me
my time is a commodity
i am numbers and statistics and i am measurable as such
as is everything i touch this thinking is my crutch
and i am the wasteful and thoughtless american scum
which perpetuates darkness in a time of enlightenment
oh my cracks in concrete burning buildings i see hotels on everything
and everyones convinced
that this deliberate geometry is favorable to that which we were given
but everytime my brain is off i find my mind wandering to the trees
and my ears to the birds and my feet to the music
and everything we think is beautiful is fucking art
and everyone ive ever loved is lovely in their own way
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6. |
Unrealistic, Unreal
04:08
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i stumble as the night begins
and i cant see up ahead
and i just keep on missing all of my new friends
its cold and the crowds wearing thin
but maybe ill pour a drink
talk some nonsense with those who linger around
i never understood how the night ends
i suppose its the Suns call
i guess thats acceptable
but its so unacceptable to them
now i take larger strides when i step
longer drags on my cigarettes
just ask my lungs how hard theyve been workin
and ive broken much trust
and ive hurt a lot of feelings
all on account of these games i didnt know i was playing
the words from my heart danced around in my brain for a bit
i let them when they behave
on rotisserie squealing but the sweat wont
put out the embers that are licking the back of your neck
unreal in the way that they walk
in the way that they crop up theyre pictures
excluding what existed
unreal as they take out the trash
go to work and then come right back
just rotting away on the couch
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lately
ive been having these
dreams where i am tortured brutally by my best friends
and im watching all my fingers get chopped off
but i felt love again
ashamed
ashamed of being
a morning person because everyone loves to sleep in
they all miss out on the colors of the early day
and i keep them all to myself
and the housewives leave the husbands to all their cruelties
playing poker games for sinus pills and jewelry
while im exploring all the life of the wet spring
and i made it out alive just by thinking
yet so remarkably few make it as far as me
and you sit quietly
and groove to the songs your fed
and act normal
corporations have made us blind
the lack of sensation is somewhat divine
but they know what theyre doing
yeah they know what theyre doing
they sell you bags to pull over your own head
they sell you bags to put over your own heads
so you cant see
the injustice of our economic system
so quad-annually youll vote red or blue
who has the courage to ignore this illusion
and stop buying fireworks for Dependence Day
and a turkey for Thankstakings Day
and toys for all the children on Christless day
and rubber masks on Hallows Today
post an online indication of our interests
and crop out all the symptoms of our sickness
and share it with your friends so that theyre jealous
at tantalizing photographs of your everyday
i hear about it endlessly all week
yet breaking out of prison makes such a fool of me
and you just take stock
but do you have the strength to pick up and
move those boxes around
or turn your attention to the
label on the shit you throw in the trash everyday
or put down the phone and expose the real thoughts in that brain
or keep faking those feelings of pleasure you will surely
rot away in your own time you shall come to regret it
regret it
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broken ankles and lungs a bleeding
everything i think is useless
but the corner store picks me up in a way
that i understand my purpose
my friends and i have figured it out
everyone in this town everyones waiting
to cash in on some big idea
but whats cash when youve got no one to spend it on
i dont think ill ever make a nickel
i think ill sleep on couches forever
oh sunshine smiles on the sensitive souls
those who lend money and time
theyve got the one key that has no lock
an answerless world is endless
but we will never find love
well only grow strong and stronger
but spines can only grow so tough
and thoughts only so complete
one day well sit back in our armchairs reconsider the whole thing
the whole thing
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9. |
HEY ocean.
03:20
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hey ocean where ya going
hey atmosphere are ya making it clear
hey spider
all embroidered
with beneficial instincts
i wonder where mine are these days
hey sinners
why so bitter
why so down on yourself
you and me both know we aint going to hell
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Harrison Watters Brooklyn, New York
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