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Widows.
An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows. Widows. Veiled in rebound sheets, This is the ghost of a chance the lonely Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Precision. Watch the scalpel make roads, Hear them talk in paranoid parables. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found. Storefront chairman's fingering button. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Widows. An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows. Storefront chairmen fingering buttons. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system. Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor. Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor. Taste the vapor. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. |
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Valmara! Valmara! Valmara!
Flechettes kiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress. Lost this arm! Lost this leg! Lost this diving board! A belly flopped proposal of "Let's be friends". Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic. Blemish necro is the velcro on the charred appendage. Cauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds. Oh dear god, what a tangled web we weave. Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, Or you can cheat off your, Flechettes! Flechettes! I'm not biting the lead, My pencil's broken again. We will fill in the blanks, So i can cheat off your, Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! (Vocal Interlude) Tour de force! Tour de force! DeFacto! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! Ayuchuco! All we are are failed attempts, Propelled by stilt-legged presidents. Incarcerate the mason fence, Like flechettes. |
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| 3:25 |
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In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade,
where the poltergeists play their video games. (On the roof he says...) Game over they said, Game over they said run and get your quarters in. (Over cliffs we will swim ahead.) Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And he said inside of them...) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this I know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Run and get your quarters in. At the bottom of a french blue pool, Roamed the drunk chipped tooth Of the man in the moon. (Jump on the roof he said.) Burn, furnace burn At the bottom of the cliff, Shined a diamond with no end to its trip. Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And they said it's all over.) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Hook and sinker. (x3) I wrote it all down for you. Match a name to the face. Do you suspect? Do you confess? Do you confess? Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. |
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Cut and paste
Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of New Orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever It paved a wave of distance Between the syntax error From Austin's yellow brick road This is forever From this Texas breath exhaled No sign of relief Cause this you know, this you know This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Makes no difference Your alphabet is missing letters Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Their relief This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords Set from their hearts Yes this is forever This is forever Cut and paste Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of new orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever This is forever This is forever Makes no Makes no Makes no Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords To your heart This is forever This is because This is forever This is forever It is because This is forever But you can't get the best of us now |
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In the humble stench of nativity,
Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering, Riding on the coattails of your ground zero. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster. Your lover's quarrel ended up in a crawspace. Dental identities will tell us apart. Teeth marked and bounded with sighs. "Step into my parlor." said the spider to the fly. Stable hooved footprints ingrown. Cloak and dagger music blared in ohms of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! More caliber per capita. More, more, more, more caliber per capita. More, more caliber per capita. More caliber per capita. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know. Breakfast table search teams implode. The milk cartons that pour will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. |
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| 3:03 |
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it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all are the search lights coming we built this tunnel we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromats inside the dirty sheets dig just a little bit soup kitchen feeds lines of stubble and marrow a book of matches guides us home do they have our scent, will we go home we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat dig just a little big, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side dig just a little bit they steamrolled past the lobby did you trip on your shoelace untied it's in the past...and now we toast. dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side winnepeg's a forest where the search and seizure hid wanted for the crime of the disease that you give wanted for the crime of the disease that you give |
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| 3:13 |
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They say that thirteen is just a number.
A double agent funded in the secret of the hives. The workers and their lives, all sweet and honeycombed. A hunger, ravenous and funded. Incognito razor burns. Talcum powered fingerprints, sweet and honeycombed. Don't stick your tongue on the north pole. Read the graffiti splattered on the convertible. This bullet x marked. The rumors jet-lagged. Wink your eye, stab you with your pitchfork. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. Sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. Part your hair on the grassy knoll. A cavity of candy in Havana captivity. We heard the mug shots, a patsy inclined. Let the pollen make you sneeze. (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) (All sweet and honeycombed.) Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Hasta la victoria siempre. Manana hay misa para los sordos. Hasta la victoria siempre. Manana hay misa para los sordos. Victoria siempre! Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. Funded, funded, funded. All sweet and honeycombed. |
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| 3:37 |
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Nothing ever changes.
Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In the choked mouths of rivers. Parted like a sea of loaded infertility. Best keep your stitched lips starched in a giggle. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... Stitched lips starched in a giggle. In piles of clothing sleep the dead. No wire coat hangers. Never again. Never again. Never again. (Whispered:) (Nothing ever changes. Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. No wire coat hangers.) Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Stitched lips, starched, starched, starched. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Never again. Never again. Never again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... |
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| 9. |
| 4:41 |
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This is the accent of the halfhearted land.
Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand, Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Does it all make sense now? Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." A mirror was splintered on the decks floor. Does it all make sense now? A stowaway that lived beneath this hull. Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Yes, it all makes sense now. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? Breathe the taste of salt water. Dry-heave up and overboard! Ponce de Leon wrinkles. Let's make it young again! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your compass broke, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. |
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| 3:26 |
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Sucks me in,
Taking a ride. And i'm wishing, For the satellite. Grabbing vein. Pulling down, On the radio. Laughing at the face that's bending down. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Bend the metal. My glory box has failed. We're rocking in our reclining chairs. Drive away. That car, That brought us all this harm. Those are the pieces of my story line. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Truly, Stressing, Realization. I wish I was an astronaut. Eight hour, Bitterness. All for whose sake? Stained-glass Sunday School charades. |
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| 3:37 |
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Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm. Satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa's lazy smile. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. The sky had blackened with carrion birds. Pinstriped suits and cigarettes, Tapped danced through this tepid burlesque. Their mouths were parched with excess thirst. Bridge and chorus candy curse, Still they snag through the strepthroat verse. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? If I had a dollar For every plot that you made, In this bed of nails we made. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down. Like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. |
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