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I found myself in a burning mess of pain
Could not see the sunshine or the rain
I lost… my head…
to the policeman
His ego… is so big…
made him insecure ‘bout his intelligence
Oh, give it back now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
Oh, just let it go now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
The next day I was walking to the bank
They took my body ‘cos I couldn’t pay
I knew… They would…
but what choice do you really have
It’s your fault… you’re needy…
A home and food, well what were you thinking
Oh, give it back now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
Oh, just let it go now
it’s not a crime, you know
Oh, it can be lethal
Oh, spare me some time
Just ‘cos it’s illegal
Don’t make it a crime
Oh, give it back now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
Oh, just let it go now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
The military man, he stomps his feet
On the graves of children, watching through a screen
He stole… my heart…
Right out from my chest
He’ll bomb you… he’ll rob you…
Then say kids, doncha know that killing is wrong oh
Oh, give it back now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
Oh, just let it go now
Oh, it’s not a crime, you know
it’s not a crime, you know
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2. |
Iron Road
03:06
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She’s long bore her load
She’s old its just as well
Keep her pointed down the iron road
She’ll bring me onwards straight to hell
But the rusting engine on the train,
And the driving need inside my brain,
It ain’t no... competition
I’ve seen flies piled up in heaps
And bodies that begin to smell
I’ve seen people who can stand the heat
And people like a snowball in hell
With their chaotic dance to get things done
The people up top can have their fun
It ain’t no... competition
I knew a man worked for his pay
But that ain’t quite enough to stay alive
Alone he never thought to get his way
‘Cos if he did, they’d pluck out his eyes
When a union comes to make their stand,
Boss whips round turns them to sand
It ain’t no... competition
I’ve seen people staring down the barrel
I’ve seen someone on the other side
Building a pipeline to peril
The others, they get pushed inside
If youre lucky enough, escape that gun,
The devil up high will lock you up
It ain’t no... competition
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3. |
Hole
03:38
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Hey, I got nothing to say
Hey, I’m just running away
My good friend K
He takes his toll
But my answer my only answer
Is in a hole
Hey, can’t you just look the other way
Hey, never search in the day
Hey, it’s in that alley, he sayed
My good friend K
He takes his toll
But my answer my only answer
Is in a hole
Hey, I’ll spread it thinner next time
Hey, that’s what you say every time
Hey, get your hands off what’s mine
Hey, I’m sorry but I can’t stay
Hey, I’m just relaxing today
My good friend K
He takes his toll
But my answer my only answer
Is in a hole
It’s in an alley (in a hole)
It’s on the street (it’s in a hole)
It’s under a car (it’s in the hole)
It’s on the heat (it’s in a hole)
My antsy answer
My antsy answer
My only answer
It’s in a hole…
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4. |
Breathless
03:37
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Deadly spirits all around
You can hear them through the crowd
What do they know
That can take us back?
(One of the numbers)
Leave the bed
Brush your teeth
Comb your hair
Hop the sea
Your eggs are done
You wipe some dirt
Coffee spills
Upon your shirt
You’re tired again
You close the door
Want to wake up
From what’s in store
You’re on your way
To the job
That is sucking
out your life
Skeletons, knock from your closet
Daring, they might loose a sound
(One of the numbers)
Rip through your skull
Seeking peace
All the stars
Under the sea
As you fly
Your sailing ship
Melts into dust
That’s in your eye
(They never cared for you
You’re just your time to them)
Walk home again
Lock the door
You don’t know
What you’re in for
Wake again
Kill your time
Fill your gas
On your own dime
Won’t you see
Can’t you bleed
No you can’t
Not anymore
Well you’re dead
All is gone
But now you’ll be
Where you belong
Life leaves you breathless
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5. |
Born Left
03:52
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I’ll bide my time
While you slice your limes
If I could try something else
I’d twist myself around a bear and squeeze
I spoke with that ventriliquist
Whose ass wanted to criminalize the bees
Limited young dissident
Scream away your voice until you sneeze
I’ll waste my time
While you cut your ties
Wear a skirt, take off your shirt
Maybe you would like to see me try
Keyed his car filled it up with tar
And I can see ‘cos I’m the girl inside
Unleash the bats, you play with Fats
His piano pulls its viscous tune through time
Let’s pop balloons and cook a stew
Admitting that you’ve never told a lie
Lies.
Your lie’s
A lie
I’ll bide my time
You can cook with thyme
Pulling strings and naughty things
You jerk off in the bushes every night
Rub your fingers, dance and laugh
You will find there’s so much here in sight
You’ll be drunk, you silly punk
As you walk to school with a leaky pipe in hand
Got a rat in your hat, but you can’t catch that
Cos the wizard turned your slippery hands to sand
Slip and slide you’d rather try
To taste endangered chicken in Thailand
Snort and sniff, get your hands off this
It’s a shock like a kick in the adrenal gland
I’ll take my time
You’ll sip whiskey like it’s wine
Wine
Afterlife
Reissue
Deep-tissue
But I’ll find my time
You cool cats, can wait in line
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6. |
Window Smasher
03:19
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Black ’n white car cruising down the street
Better watch your back, better move your feet
There’s a long trail of blood they’re dragging behind
But all you’ll hear on the news at a quarter to nine’s…
“Window smasher
Ungrateful bastard
Destructor of property
Victim of poverty”
Violence
All around you
They caused your poverty
To preserve property
Trigger-happy pigs will kill as they please
They won’t let you live, even on your knees
They’ll justify your murder, if you’re black in America
But don’t mention race or you’ll cause a hysteria
Window smasher
Break the plaster
Destroy all their property
Make them hear properly
Violence
All around us
It’s an atrocity
Let’s kill their property
How would you feel with a knife in your back,
You point it out, they say they don’t see jack
I’d be screaming, yelling, crying
You’re too loud for them, they won’t leave you alone
Break their shit, ‘cos they’re breaking your bones
Window smasher
Break the plaster
Destroy all their property
Make them hear properly
Violence
All around us
It’s an atrocity
Let’s kill their property
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7. |
Apple of My Eye
02:37
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I met my baby near Houston
On the highway ten
Kinda place for truckers
To let out their sin
She bought a pack of cigarettes
As I was coming in
Her legs were long and her skirt was short
Man, I was losing my head
I mosied over to her
That’s when she said
“Fifty dollars, but you supply the bed.”
Fucking in my truck,
I almost started to cry
I can’t live without her, baby
She’s the apple of my eye
She gave me the comfort
I was starving for
I talked ‘bout my lonliness
Said listening cost more
I gave my baby a fifty
She didn’t care anymore
I looked down on her sucking
Man, I ain’t telling no lie
I don’t know how to go on living
She’s the apple of my eye
I’m the roughest toughest cowboy
West of the Mississipp’
But when she had to leave
Baby, I started to slip
When you find the one
You better never lose your grip
Left my baby near Houston
Seems I outta luck
She stole my heart
On highway 10, it’s stuck
My eyeballs full of tears,
I didn’t see the truck
Flying through the windshield
Thinking, as I die
I couldn’t live without her, because
She’s the apple of my eye
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8. |
Check Out/Favorite Color
06:14
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I’m cooking dinner, but I’m out of limes
Running to the store, I gotta wait in line
The check out counter’s filled with little bits of shit
Manipulation, it’s riddiculous
Red and blue candies, stupid bubble gum
Handfull of batteries, you think you won
I won’t be caught in your trap now, I ain’t what you think
No I ain’t a sheep, wait I want a drink
(check out)
Look at that
Look at this
Can’t take it back
Stop trying sell me all that useless crap
And that useful crap don’t wanna buy no more
What is disposable, nobody needs
And what people need well it should be free
When did things get so god damn overwhelming?
Everything is strange and yet too familiar
Seems I’ve found a place to hide from the yelling
I’m not sure, I’ve never felt so bewildered
Can you live a life, knowing where its going?
NO (YES)
(Favorite color, favorite flavor)
I’ve never looked at myself
Is that fine?
Is that right?
A critical mind doesn’t cohabitate with
Peace of mind
Peace of mind
Look at yourself, but what is self?
It’s what’s inside
Or what’s outside
How many bubblegum flavors will we need so that each individual can feel represented?
Everyone needs a favorite flavor
Everyone needs a favorite color
Everyone needs their own style
Here are your options
Customize your self-identification
When did things get so god damn overwhelming?
Everything is strange and yet too familiar
(Favorite color, favorite flavor)
Seems I’ve found a place to hide from the yelling
I’m not sure, I’ve never felt so bewildered
Let me find my way back to the start
Let me find my way right back to my home
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9. |
Homecoming
04:18
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Homecoming
She’s got the classroom running
She’s homecoming
See her
Peel her
Dead skin, dead skin, dead skin, dead skin
See her
Dig her
Ghostly, ghostly, ghostly, ghostly tomb
Homecoming
She’s got the whole room wondering
A homecoming
She’s got the homeroom coming (from class)
Homecoming
She
Feels
Weightless, weightless, weightless, weightless
She always
Feels
Homeless, homeless, homeless, homeless too
She’s homecoming
She’s got the vodka running
She’s homecoming
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10. |
Something Like That
03:53
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Walking down the street
Cant get a grip ‘cos
Twilight’s got me beat
The cars racing past
And they’re blind
And they don’t see me
Is it safe to cross the street
What’s the point of looking
‘Fore you have to use your feet
Don’t be afraid of the dark
The nighttime is forgiving
Be afraid of the light
The day will force remembering
The dark of the night
Will promise and will carry through
The light of the day
Will break you and display you
It’s getting late and the particles of dust
Have gone to sleep
Can’t see the road ahead
Walking by memory
The glowing streetlights draw you in
But please don’t heed their call
They’ll just ask you where you been
And spotlight you, naked in the hall
Don’t fear
My dear
Night’s here
Been out walking for what
Seems like 100 years
But this emerging sun thats tearing up my world
Won’t concede my retreat
Don’t be afraid of the dark
The nighttime is forgiving
Be afraid of the light
The day will force remembering
The dark of the night
Will promise and will carry through
The light of the day
Will break you and display you
(Dark of the night)
(Light of the day)
I’ve learned the sun won’t bring me peace
So I’ll keep running down these streets towards my bed
All these lights they just hypnotize and compromise
But your fears they won’t come in the day
Maybe they should, but it’s not for me to say
Don’t be afraid
It’s all ok
And so we’ll just keep running
And we won’t see what’s next
Sometimes you need a little blindness
To deal with what you don’t expect
So it’s ok yeah it’s ok in the night
Don’t be afraid of the dark
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11. |
Post Script
03:51
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You confuse yourself
Can’t tell just what you felt
But never ask for help
I won’t matter any day now
It won’t matter when the sun’s down
No I’m not for to fade again
But boy I’m ready just to fade away
Occupy your mind
“Don’t forget what’s mine”
Keep getting stuck in time
“Built to last” — a lie
I won’t matter any day now
It won’t matter when the sun’s down
No I’m not ready for to fade again
But boy I’m ready just to fade away
Lost yourself at home
Your brain’s a catacomb
For thoughts to die alone
Your world is monochrome
(Now I go..)
Getting up for a glass of water
Phone is ringing that’s a bother
Maybe beer will push this farther
(Oh no)
The taste
I guess I love my friends
I wanna let them in
But that’s some hard-ass shit
It’s harder than it’s been
I won’t matter any day now
It won’t matter when the sun’s down
No I’m ready just to fade again
But boy I’m not ready just to fade again
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12. |
Framerate 00s
02:53
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Standing on a corner
It’s half past three
I’m dressed like a dipshit
I can’t find my keys
I was looking for a bathroom
But I found a bar
But you could never understand
‘Cos you never had a car
whoops.. uh..
I say it like it is
And I say it like it ain’t
‘Cos I’m poser trash
And I got a back ache
Oh look at me now
All on the floor
Pick it up again
Oh it’s all on me now
Fall on the floor
Pick it up again
I left my home
But kept my lust
Looking for adventure
But it seems a bust
It’s hard to drive
When you’re outa luck
But it’s harder still
When you got no truck
Oh poor old me now
Sleep on the floor
Pick it up again
Running through the fog
I’m tripping in
Running past the doors
I’ve been living in
Gotta see the green grass
Now and them
Open up the gates
To let ‘em in
Want to see the world
I’m living in
Never wondered why
You’re doing it
Going faster, faster
Full of bastards, bastards
Never told us there’s no way out
Oh digging me now
Wipe up the floor
Mess it up again
Oh wishing you well
Vomit on the floor
Clean it up again
Oh killing me now
Blood up the floor
Pick it up again
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13. |
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I was born a wealthy man
Wanted for nothing in my happy home
Seeking struggle everywhere,
I made my fortune on my own
So money came and nothing mattered
My heart yearned the might of Rome
My father told me power conquers
Like cities lost to the ocean’s foam
I like meat
Won’t be chained
Gold so sweet
Can’t be blamed
I would rather starve us all
Than let them take my meat away just tonight
Light cascaded shyly on the bodies
Walking home in the dim twilight
Reasons, goals, elaborate dances
Inconsequential to appetite
The man in question, hurried home
His sinews occupied my mind
I stalked him through the city alleys
Knowing father’s words were right
All’s forgiven
Inculpable
For meat I’m driven
Untouchable
I would rather perish here
Than give up my carnal thirst
On my table I could see the world
Just a body prepped to be a hole
My hobby follows nature,
From power comes an urge to seek control
I pulled the knife across my dinner
Carving chunks into my bowl
Deep inside my mind, you ask me
How I hoped this would make me whole
I’m outta luck, they’re bending rules
Take what you can, it’s what they taught in school
I gotta split ‘cos they found my tune
I’ll run away like I’m bending spoons
I’m gonna see the world
Feel the breeze on my wings unfurled
Seen lots of women
Seen lots of men
Each one a prospect to be
Devoured in my den
Everybody’s got a tongue, boy
Everybody’s got an ass
Don’t matter where it from, boy
I’ll never stop even if you ask
You can hear them marching around the town
Almost taste them stepping into the ground
Clocking out at a quarter past five
Sip down their troubles at the local dive
See, that’s the trick can’t let the system beat you
Makes you weak, might even kill you too
The place for me is the place at the top
Control the world and I’ll never stop
You give me power, I abuse it
I got impunity
Don’t need anyone to excuse it
Everybody’s just an opportunity
(repeat…)
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14. |
Sanya
02:40
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Our destination
Propelled by a comet
We say we’re different
But it’s a promise
And what’s a promise
But something you gotta do
Everybody’s looking at you
Some say they’re ready
Proud hollow calmness
And no one’s ready
But it’s a promise
It’s gonna start
But everything is going to end
It’s so much harder when you got a friend
You’ll come in screaming
Shit yourself breast-feeding
You’ll leave it dreaming
White-knuckled needing
Needs don’t matter
When death takes you in the end
Away from all of your friends
That night I saw you
Just before the hammer
They spread an image
Just with their cameras
Well I don’t know
But it seems an awful lot
To keep them pointed at you
There’s a screw
Got hammered in my head
Where were you
While I lay in my bed
In my head
My thoughts, they turned into dreams
But yours, they burst at the seams
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Dingo Paisley Los Angeles, California
For about 13.8E9 years, Space Cowboy-turned lo-fi freak-folk musician Dingo Paisley drifted thru the void via space-
lizard.
One day, pants around their ankles, the atoms comprising Dingo got fucked up. And with their asses still hanging out, the lightyears of distance between them were slurped up. The result was a thing people call a human. Humans lived on a big pile of dirt/shit they named Earth
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