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Ages 16-19
02:07
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I was like wagon wheels shaking off the axle,
but your late night drug deal, bullshit hustle,
was too much of a hassle.
I was shaking in my slippers, I was crawling
through the shit.
Fuck summer weather, and fuck your stupid
top forties hit!
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2. |
ADHDLMNOP
02:07
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There's clouds to spray paint with a paper
mache brain I made.
Immaculate. Ejaculate. Throw away a
Decade.
My IQ is 17 graves.
This fragmented thought. Holy ghost sold
and bought.
Be who you are not, well I forgot. Head
made of pot.
I'm so scared but I like it a lot.
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3. |
Job the Cow
03:25
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I am a worm I'm not a man, I can't move on
therefore I am.
They burn the stove to handle pan, I bake
the rocks in the quick sand.
Now I know, for the good book has told me
so, that I am just a face until my soul will
let me go. LET ME OUT!
Fondly, I'll eat meat, you and me, me and
me, we.
Thinking, think of what to think. Four walls
and a kitchen sink.
Freezing in the heat. Room temperature
complacency.
Being, how it feels to see through teeth.
Pecker breath beak.
Longing for the severing, lick my wounds
till they stop leaking.
Kill the cow, crown the calf , well I can't
tell if the wind makes the corn stalks laugh.
This is another planets hell.
All in all it's just as well.
He tried to climb the sky but fell.
This is another planets...
This is another planets...
This is another planets hell.
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Dirty Power
04:51
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The telescope is stuck, microcosm fucked.
We wrote it in the stars, on the tailgate of a truck.
The ashtrays are full, the moon is a sliver.
Lukewarm water, spinal shiver.
The heart says "follow the mind".
Missing monopoly pieces, my favorite was the car.
We left stains in the driveway, we didn't get very far.
We messed with the wiring, now the ground is in the air.
I asked you to fix me, you said you didn't care.
The heart says "follow the mind".
The doctor says "the liver is fine".
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I'm such a fool for my self
always breaking promises with my other side
but you can always tell
when I put away my pride
they drag it back out
there's prophets and dreamers
in a ward for the criminally aware
but the heads of states and ministers
were never even there.
we hid them well
there's people gettin' by
on macrame and tie dye
but who the fuck am I
to even try
i'll make my way or burn it through
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there's a door in every wall
I walk through, watch myself fall
there's a commercial for a medication recall
while the weekend warriors are at the mall
there's no height or width and I'm out of my depth
I can't escape from my own breath
with a body like heroin and a mind like meth
self interest is the only inspiration I have left
cheap incense and a genie lamp crucifix
and I know now I've only touched the ground,
reaching for the sky
I've only scratched the surface
of another lie
you could fill all of you're holes
I'm still smoking rotten apples
skin cells in me push and pull
corrupted by the idea of control
so count your fingers and count your toes
take your highs and take your lows
wherever your gonna take 'em
hear a noise and look
leather bound to a paper back book
my brain will melt and my heart will cook
time will take back all that i took
in time
time don't wait that long
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I spread my marbles on your floor
in a room without a door
because you're the one that's keeping score
of all the things I already can't ignore
their eye's may leak for you
but what else are they supposed to do?
their cheeks may turn for you
but how does that help them take it away?
with sentiments so lukewarm,
how can I be expected to be reborn?
absolved by hot tub absolution
who the fuck deemed this shit a drug epidemic solution?
your eyes may leak for me
as you speak in tongues so convincingly
your prophet may have died for me
but i'm still running away
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8. |
The Meeting
02:37
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we're waiting
on better weather
the ravens eat the crows
we're all born of tar and feather
ash and soot
with restless legs
and achy feet
and a swollen throat
that's how we meet
graceful handshakes
good eye contact
welcoming smiles
make and impact
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