1. |
Cheeto Lust
03:50
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Look! I found a new way
I figured it out
True thoughts, happy days
I wanted to shout out into the world
Why can’t we be friends?
You, me, her and him
Just like John Lennon…
I got the chills when you said the same thing that I dreamt
Read a book today describing all the things that I feel
Got the chills when my thoughts were in a neighbors greeting
I’m a martyr for the voice I’m sure I can hear.
I finally found it- ah hahahaha
Climb up the mountain
All I want, so it goes
A mystical summit, ah hahahahah
Cross legged and calm there
All I want, so it goes
Look! I found a new way.
I figured it out
That patch was a hoax
It leaks and it bloats
This magic is stale
It’s lost all its shine
High time for its death- just like yours and mine
I got the chills when you said all that rises is best
Read a book today that killed off all the things less complex
Got the chills when I saw it play out in a poem
Zarathustra feeds the ego of all those who know
I finally found it- ah hahahahahaha
Come down from the mountain
All I want, so it goes
The people are waiting, ah hahahahahaha
Show ‘em my new mind
All I want, so it goes….
Truth comes in waves
Some things convince you
till they fit poor then you’re dead
Look at me now, I’m stuck here hoarding
All the cheap thrills
So I can live
I finally found it, ah hahahahahaha
A mountain of cheetos
All I want, so it goes
A mystical Netflix, ah hahahahahaha
A virtual hive-
All I want, so it goes...
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2. |
Mostly Here
05:09
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Happy Birthday, dear Paul
Older once again
Read it on the wall
Compare myself to friends
Happy news is you
Lazy, unglued
Fills selfish grooves
Compare myself to lose
If life’s a dream, then I’m not sleeping, I’m not sleeping in
Slow to speech
The pace is thickening, space is sickening feel
And I’m a freak
But look at me no signs what you’re missing
Faster news to you
Nothing to do
No one to be
Bite with no teeth
All the lives we lived
And all the lives to be
Are full of trees, changing leaves
If life’s a dream, then I’m not sleeping, I’m not sleeping in
Slow to speech
The pace is thickening, space is sickening feel
And I’m a freak
But look at me no signs of what you’re missing
Be a sweeter daughter
An honest father
A stronger brother
Be a selfless mother
A selfish lover
A mindless hunter
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3. |
Ram
03:05
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Broken horns
Signal failure in the pack
I'm lacking
Human form
Twists too easily
Mess of age and aching
Smash into walls
I wanna be rock
Pavement coating my mind
and gravel filling my socks
This is my sweetheart decline
I'm throwing mud at the clock
Gonna topple bad times
Soft as a whisper's skin
All I want is tough love
Wanna be a ram
Nerves in my limbs begin
All I want is death when
Wanna be a ram
Got my wish
I'm impervious to slips
off steep cliffs
Down below
I see gentle people
hug their pillows
Smash into walls
I wanna be rock
Pavement coating my mind
and gravel filling my socks
This is my sweetheart decline
I'm throwing mud at the clock
Gonna topple bad times
Soft as a whisper's skin
All I want is tough love
Wanna be a ram
Nerves in my limbs begin
All I want is death when
Wanna be a ram
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4. |
Waterfront Trail
05:04
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I slept in late to live a violent dream
woke up in bitter haze in the room
grey washed again out the window squinting
I need a walk to the water this morning
Took the waterfront trail
and thought about our phone call yesterday
how you’re lonely in the changing
free but sad
New York is a vortex and I’m on the fringes
I’m trying to smile more
sobriety helps
Most of my clothes have worn thin
I think its time for a change
I just want to peel back all these skins
commit arson on my habits
take a knife to dead egos
I passed out on my fate
to spare a relative choice
came to unease with you
in the gloom
Down, spiral again
to feel the typical weight
of always feeling though
you have to make it better
Took the path to the hill
and thought about the dangers of magic ways
how our egos make it harder
to separate what’s real
The mind is a vortex
and I’m on the fringes
I’m trying to think less
sobriety helps
Most of my clothes have worn thin
I think its time for a change
I just want to peel back all these skins
commit arson on my habits
take a knife to dead egos
Most of my clothes have worn thin
I think its time for a change
I just want to peel back all these skins
commit arson on...
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5. |
Let It Get Bad
05:09
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You wiggle a little ‘til things get comfortable
A notch to ride is feeling wonderful
You have to taste it just to see how it moves
Staves off old flavors and then it fucks up the groove
Let it get bad till it gets good
Let it get bad till it gets good
You let it sit ‘til its unbearable
youre feeling down
you're so unsensible
but you have to chase it
just to see if it moves
sequence your colors
just to fuck up the groove
Let it get bad till it gets good
Let it get bad till it gets good
A bare and faceless wall of glue
holds on to efforts for a new
look, how this chance is shaping up
stick to the present now its stuck
We are lying to ourselves (won’t it get good)
A kid to pile skin in a bin
engenders all these funny cults
I think I might let it get bad
then I won’t have to dip hands in
Let it get bad till it gets good
Let it get bad till it gets good
(GOOD)
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