1. |
Gormless
03:08
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when the jackboots finally come for you
just tell 'em proudly
"i defended your
right to speech"
they’ll probably pat your back
and flash a smile
before they shove you
in the back of a jeep
retcon ID
just one of the boys
render your status, gormless
atop the void
a sudden gut punch
a kick to the groin
render your status, gormless
atop the void
complacency,
meet apathy
you atrophy,
so obstinate
from where I'm standing
and the things I've seen
the devil has enough
fucking advocates
retcon ID
just one of the boys
render your status, gormless
atop the void
a sudden gut punch
a kick to the groin
render your status, gormless
atop the void
you'll bite your tongue 'till you draw blood
an offhand remark
look over your shoulder
"oh, but I don't mean you"
of course you fucking do
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2. |
Krumholz Institute
04:27
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everything slid downhill; it’s boring
the needle won’t move for doomsday now
we’re shedding crises like a snake’s skin
disaster’s old hat; disavowed
there is no
interest
we’ve lost our
interest
these stories feel too real
films offer no escape
these books seem like good fun
until you get a taste
fingers crossed for a windowed cell
who's guilty? I indict myself
finally the white people are talking
things will improve any minute now
disappointment index rose ten thousand
too depressed to get up off the couch
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3. |
Larry Cohen Afterworld
02:43
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we waited for the ice to melt
It reveals the garbage on the street
some opted to wait for the rain
or a different or worse disease
the center is so hard to reach
it comes apart in layers
judged by the company we keep
it makes you feel like a creep
when you can't keep a secret
words bleeding out, we're losing sleep
we waited for the fires to burn
can't put it out with kerosene
some wished for the ice to return
i wished to wake up from this dream
we waited for the fire trucks
quietly watched the others work
still unpardoned, disregarded
who will forget about it first?
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4. |
Involuntary Telekinesis
03:44
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i carefully
closed the door behind me
and they moved through the air
fall to the floor violently
it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time
every new room (crash)
that i walk into (crash)
it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time
inanimate
yet sentient
until my presence is felt
translated into collapsing shelves
it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time
every new room (crash)
that i walk into (crash)
I used to think it was the wind
I used to think it was ghosts
I used to think it might be drugs
yeah maybe I got dosed
maybe my steps aren’t light enough
nervous energy directed by my mind
it’s almost like
they all have eyes
and have been waiting
all this time
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5. |
Senators Vs. Roughriders
03:57
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So little distilled
From so little input
Scarcely a dozen words
Exchanged either way
Gimme gimme dirty looks
And stick around for live action replay
This game of telephone
Is becoming cannon
Synonyms, homophones
Suffer bomb damage
You seem to think you know me
I’m certain i don’t know you
Drunk on indignation
Hooked on performatives
I wanna apologize for the shit I really did
But you’ve got an answer for all the shit I never said
This game of telephone
Is becoming cannon
Synonyms, homophones
Suffer bomb damage
It wouldn’t make a difference
And even if it did
Lost among my sense of humor
And the body politic
The biggest difference between me and you
I heed the call to pump the brakes
Because I don’t think i got a read on you
You seem to think you know me
I’m certain i don’t know you
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6. |
Crow Faces Backwards
03:41
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in this diagram
the past is represented
by a pile of cold ash
the longevity of these tools
is quite impressive
we're providing cable tv
and a room in the back
not wearing mediocrity
like an albatross
like a millstone
if history is kind
a short chapter
about transitions
and not a cruel footnote
"transgress and challenge"
a well worn path laid down in eighty-six
i demand more from my vulgarity
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7. |
Stigmata Fist Bump
04:47
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remunerated
new trauma harvest
your best intentions
choking on dust
exsanguinated
more bloodless conflict
footprints lead from museums
to graveyards of trust
no detail dreams snuffed out
zoom in tight well-earned doubt
stuffed in a black garbage bag
thrown down a flight of stairs
our screams bounce across concrete
making sure the coast is clear
putting names to boxes
and all of your unfinished projects
left on the sidewalk
left on the sidewalk
inevitably
we will leave traces
goddamned exhausting
to clean them up
accumulated
over a decade
some money we all paid
to men with trucks
stuffed in a black garbage bag
thrown down a flight of stairs
our screams bounce across concrete
making sure the coast is clear
putting names to boxes
and all of your unfinished projects
left on the sidewalk
left on the sidewalk
black mold, lead paint
black mold, lead paint
sure there were good times
but not every memory is good
but sure there were good times
where nostalgia drops off
and denial starts creeping in
once again i'm opening old wounds
to finally make amends
life is contradictions
this shit never ends
reinforce every boundary
before i welcome you in
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8. |
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X marks the spot where i
punched your stupid face in
man, that’s embarrassing
to say out loud
because normally I
abhor all violence
sometimes the trash needs to be
taken out
i didn’t want to see you
in an ambulance
just wanted you
to take the hint
when my forearm
crushed your larynx
I did not receive
pleasure from it
spray away the landmarks
from your intervention
passengers on guided tours
of your transgressions
the sound of your smug voice
turns me into what I hate:
a thick-necked cartoon; still number two
to how your presence grates
i didn’t want to see you
in an ambulance
just wanted you
to take the hint
when my forearm
crushed your larynx
I did not receive
pleasure from it
sometimes the trash needs to be taken out
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9. |
Instrumental
02:45
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typecast as broken bottles;
clenched fists, holes kicked in walls
they're not the first to miss the point
misreadings just aren't rare at all
the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside max headroom's glitch
go through the motions of self-doubt
unearned experience
teenager 1 2 3 times over
too tough to die
too dumb to quit
i wanna see raw data
the percentage that choked
more failure thinly veiled
with self-deprecating jokes
couldn't stick the landing
caught between two realms
there's a feeling that you can't tap into
all attempts damage your health
the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside max headroom's glitch
go through the motions of self-doubt
unearned experience
the sponge has been wrung out
we live inside a record skip
weigh what i have to offer
against everything i have left
teenager 1 2 3 times over
too tough to die
too dumb to quit
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10. |
White Debbie
04:38
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Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won
Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone
backed into a corner
they said you can’t take a punch
it’s clear to me you’re fighting back
painted into a corner
they want you to lie back and take it
and feign surprise at your attack
Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won
Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone
“you can’t handle criticism”
the tape loop repeats
slowly degrading into hiss
self-advocacy is frowned upon
their lack of self-crit
The tells of recidivists
Revel and rejoice
now that you’ve won
Revel and rejoice
now that i’ve gone
“you can’t handle criticism”
the tape loop repeats
slowly degrading into hiss
self-advocacy
is frowned upon
their lack of self-crit
The tells of recidivists
painted into a corner
they want you to lie back and bleed
disappointing, but we ain't new to this
revel and rejoice
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11. |
Autumn Sons
05:01
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turn the wheel in the ceiling
and let a little daylight in
once i'm finished with my reading
clear the inbox; marked as read
we don't get many channels here
adjust the rabbit ears
david dear, enjoy the party
tell Michael I say hello
blanket their neighborhood with pamphlets
Roll camera on new tableau
we don't get many channels here
adjust the rabbit ears
some of our friends
probably think that i am dead
what's the difference?
there is no fucking difference
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12. |
F.U.D.S.
11:54
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The cruelest joke
Is on all of us
The punchlines land the hardest
on those with more to lose
Patience worn threadbare
Explaining the same thing
Over and over and over
Without losing my cool
I will confess to nothing
Nothing you’ve got will stick to me
The cruelest joke
Is on all of us
There’s no soul exempt
Not even you
So when the punchline lands
For the hundredth time
Stay advised it leaves more
than just a bruise
I will confess to nothing
Nothing you’ve got will stick to me
(Like fuck we didn’t warn you)
(it’s coming sooner than you think)
My sweet summer child
What hath you wrought?
The bodies are in your backyard
But you can’t smell the rot
The rats are coming
The werewolves are here
I won’t hear the end of this
For several more fucking years
If you were half as smart
As you think you are
You’d learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.
Fuck you, die slow.
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