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Scotoma
03:52
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Slumped down in my sedan’s front seat
At 12am behind the Wawa
Used to seem such a seedy scene
And I’m clinging to a wad of cash
That I’ll trade for a ziplocked pinch of weed
Phone flickers and ya beat the need
One fifth and two too many tabs
Perhaps this time you’ve gone too deep
I see evidence in shattered teeth
On a bloodied city street
Perhaps this time you should re-think
Perhaps this time you just need some sleep
And I’m right at scotoma’s length,
I look too close at the things that are far from me
And I’m marking snowed in parking spots
With trash cans my friends mark on so clearly:
“DIBS
MANIFEST DESTINY”
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2. |
Hurt Machine
02:21
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Across a picket fence
Some misdemeanor offense
She was shrieking up her neighborhood no good sounds
An anarchist pretense
Misdemeanor offense
The sudden call to arms in Little American Town
Born to a gentle place
And a clumsy embrace
To a familiar boredom’s got her clicking around
She washed her face in her sin
When she finally caught wind
Of a method to breathe and a new way to drown
She wrote the anthem for
A rowhome basement floor
For some Pittsburgh punks who thought they were punching around
But just a tangled dance
Without a fighting chance
Against that neighborhood fuckery monotony sound
And it goes like:
“Baby I’m a hurt machine,
Watch me do a bad (bad) thing,
Baby I’m a hurt machine,
Make me make you feel something”
Across a picket fence
Some misdemeanor offense
Sudden call to arms in Middle American Town
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Flint and Fade
05:20
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A tiny breath rattles all your frame
Curled in a corner to feel steady again
You’re parchment pale; know they got you figured
Eyes roll back, this time feels different
Clears your head or feels the same
As a numbing word scrawls across your brain
It’s hard to hold a smile for yourself
Or even cock a half one for somebody else
[Chorus]
When you actually show up
You find you showed up missing
Felt a page on a book
Disappearing when everyone stopped looking
Here hit this; go dumb; go away
Crank the noise so it all sounds the same
And when your eyes start to unglaze
Finally, just for now - strike flint and fade
You say: “Please pour me something more potent,
I’m a little short on nerve.
Let me give them the man I like
And the one that they all deserve.”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
And you made the drinks slippery
And they made the girls pretty
And they made you feel slippery
Yeah they made you feel pretty
And you made the drinks slippery
And they made the girls pretty
And they made you feel slippery
Yeah they made you feel pretty
Too drunk at your tenth reunion
Still kinda buzzed off your first communion:
[Chorus]x2
Where you actually showed up
And you found you showed up missing
Felt the page on the good book
Disappeared when everyone stopped looking
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BADNEW Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The great and ineffable fraudster , Waluigi, built the mountain on which we endlessly ascend. Should we ever reach its peak, we will look down upon a world of creation far greater than even the infinite height of its summit. These songs we proffer in reverence to Him and His creation. Sing them on whatever road you take, and may it be ever upward. ... more
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