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Get Me out This Car
06:57
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You’ve taken the offer off the table I saw
But you left a deposit in the office of your car
Patterns and figures line the insides of your charts
Baby blood pumping and crowding its source
Don’t take it too seriously ‘cause seriously it’s gone
Do you remember what you called me before?
'Cause I do remember the blank stare uh-huh-huh
Take me out, over and over again
Take me out and move over my skull
I don’t know, I don’t care, then we’re there
Silence found its way, through my hands, through my hair
Is it absence you’re fonder of or do you even dare?
Do you remember what you called me before?
'Cause I do remember the blank stare uh-huh-huh
Taking the head back to dunk it in Your snow
It is excuses and trashcans for your ears
They're taking it over ‘cause it’s over, like, for sure
Take me out, over and over again
Take me out and move over my skull
I don’t know, I don’t care, then we’re there
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Higher, higher
Danger, danger
Your body trembled, your face turned white
You dreamt of mountains, you dreamt of lights
The colors formed and faded
You took your time then gave in
The skin floated off your bones
Turned to flame then turned to smoke
They took you out, a speck of dust
Before it happened you confessed
Singing songs you thought you heard a hundred times before, oh…
Your body trembled, your face turned white
You dreamt of mountains, you dreamt of lights
Higher, higher
Danger, danger
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Larry
03:57
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Larry, Larry wasn’t so bad, but Larry looked real bad
Larry, it is not so bad, it’s clearly a notch above the rest
Larry with your face a mess, oh, Larry, you are under arrest
Larry, with your hair dyed green, Larry, you’re not fooling us
And Larry lost both hands, taken by chemicals with demands
And we’re swimming, breathing in the (salty) riverbed
With barely enough to make a dude brain dead
Waiting out the mud between my toes
My lungs occupied, and leaking out my nose
Larry, what the fuck’s in your hand? Taking Sally to this loser’s dad
Oh, Larry, don’t fuck this up. It’s a setup in the back of his truck
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This Our Piano Now
03:31
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There is a portal buried down in the gravel once you past Prophetstown 66
Or is that the exit, 33, we missed it, yes, it is 33
This is the piano, covered in animals, next to noses up -eyes looking down
You just want a little, you don’t want a lot, what’s shared, it grows and goes to the top
Throw paper at the freak, pick it up with his feet, watch him run, run, run to the bank
You take tender engines, it’s part of your prescription now, now, and smoking supplements
No sleep, know God, no suffering, know God
Know sleep, know God, know suffering, Know God
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Longer Still
04:27
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I’ve thought it over, how much longer now
There’s a definite vibration, with complicated ties
Well, fuck you
If not from my heart, man, then from my eyes
There’s poison in your look, and pheromones in your spine
It must be time to grow, or time to shut it up
Thrown over your shoulders, and kept behind the fence
Chained link and odors, this is the slow boat home
Maybe I’m crazy - fingers crossed it comes back to me
Longer still, but short of the rest- I don’t know, aren’t you impressed?
Baby, did you get your fill – I’m never sure when enough’s enough?
Fading hard and kicked out on – I’ve gone soft, a technicality
Better dye for the wool of, your representative’s cloak
Leave your clothes, it’s over, cuz we won’t need them there
Temperature is rising, the dog is trapped in the car
Your nose was running but now is dry, I’d say it’s probably time
Bedroom filled with mattresses, locked, no accomplices
Paid to keep your head down low, and fucking do what you’re told
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What’s the reason to why we hide? If we leave then we’ve given up
Is it worth to even doubt that I’ve got poison stuck
Too many thoughts to reconcile- they’ve held you down again
By your wrists, and all you smell is white bread and mayonnaise
Hell has a home
Hate has a hold
Love has its terms and conditions
What's amazing is the wand that hurts from making us disappear
There's a portal for each dried lake I crossed with broken planks and spears
Roll through with a blanket wadded up to look like your milky daze
Roll through with sulphur salty eyes, white bread and mayonnaise
But I'm still cold
And you've been called
To the edge of a little light
Whether you believe in it or not, it’s looming and it won’t back off
Clenched your fist and organized, baby clothes in a dumpster fire
Out my eyes, out my mouth, out my head, it appears to be over and dead
Keep em coming, but keep em at the gates, bath salts and lemonade
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Wait for Me
04:26
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In the summer, wait for me, even though you’re dead
You walk away from me, even though you’re dead
Even though you’re dead, even though you’re dead
I Miss you, mostly ‘cause you’re dead
I still miss you, even though you’re crazy
Even though we’re crazy
In the other, I wait for you, you and no other
In the white side, I wait for you, over and over
In the ether, I come to you even though you’re still dead
In the eyes of, I wait for you, even though you’re dead
Even though you were crazy, even though you’re dead
Enter gray cats and polka dots, over and over
It’d be easy to wait for me mostly cuz you’re dead
Will you wait for me? Or am I acting crazy?
It’s much easier, even though you’re dead
I can’t wait for you, only cuz you’re dead
In the summer, wait for you, even though you’re dead
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Hadta Wanta
05:57
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I feel it, heart attack, filled their condos with their instruments
History won’t suffice, ‘cause I’d rather go with them than die
Talking to (an)gels and selling (con)dos, we should keep each other on our toes
You blanked and forgot to breathe, was it weird that you were still with me
It’s gonna be a big one, heart attack, you’ve been gearing up all your life
Practicing every night, with neglect and smoking Black and Milds
I found you in the backseat of that mother fucker’s lifted truck
I met you in the middle of “I don’t want to but I’ve had enough”
It was there that you’d given up, and it was clear what you really loved
You said, “I’m gonna die, die, die from trauma, mama, I, me, mine.”
Clean again, clean again.
Free again, free again.
We’ll Be okay, be okay.
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