1. |
Incoming
02:19
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what are we
tell me what are we waiting for?
you’re so sure
theres more time but hey this is all you get
get busy
get biz making something worthwhile
find something to make the grief justified
there isn’t
there isn’t a more exciting time to’ve been born
go get ready hey here comes the fall
this time
forget the ‘50s this time its for real
go get ready hey here comes the fall
get yourself set hey hey heres the fall
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2. |
Lock & Key
04:02
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watch white lines
get whipped away
wings spread wide
faults in wake
no license no concern
forget review just horizon
all the cops see in me
a driving opportunity
gave me your keys
but in return
you wanted me
to toe your line
id never be
what you wanted
and id never want
what you’d be
you gave me your keys
i drove away from you
you wouldn’t turn right
for the sign at the light
there wasn’t a car in sight
but still you feared
some omniscient might
holding the law
like the string of a kite
your hero was your dad
mine was charles bukowski
you pictured me
in a frame
safe upon
your mantle sill
i would always
paint you in
the very colours
you were blind to
you could never see
our inherent animosity
we would always
serve ourselves
the traffics jammed
with stubborn agendas
we sit in our cars
and we think the same thing
if only i
could find my way through
all anybody knows
me first me me me
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3. |
Sugar
03:07
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feelin feelin some sorta prophetic
where do i get off?
feelin feline and philosophomore
but whats that even mean?
thinking thinkin my weak words carry weight
but they’re fading away
these thoughts are relentless
they’re swelling fermenting
these thoughts so incessant
cant take it its all too much
my head its reached limit
the sugar turned alcohol
the grains they have spoiled
throw it out & start again
at my best i exist outside myself
and I’m content
but i cant stay there i wake inside the walls
flawed by my default
few things ever as fleeting as the flow
and when its gone its gone
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4. |
The Sims
01:16
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5. |
Waning
03:38
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waning in familiar discomfort
it hurts it hurts
but i dunno where
the pains dull
dull and diffuse
its somewhere deep
inside of me
i don’t need your help
to lose motivation
i don’t need your help
to feel fkn spaced
chilling way to long
chilled so long
i’s frozen solid
so boring
day in day out
the monotony
of a life on repeat
don’t need your help
to feel so unhealthy
i don’t need your help
to taste the decay
waiting for something different
expecting
uninspired change
if you always do
what you’ve done
then you’ll always get
just what you got
i don’t need your help
to feel disillusion
i don’t need your help
to disconnect
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6. |
Charity
02:23
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7. |
In Celluloid
00:54
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8. |
PJ
03:30
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shrinking my stomach
to fit my slim budget
can i cash
in my regrets
at the local
pawn broker?
am i stronger
than the negative numbers
on my screen?
been fucked over
and over again
by these
blood thirsty fiends
can i busk
video production
on the streets
dollar per
second attempts
at getting
outta debt
and the soccer moms
struggling to park
their SUVs
and the p platers
driving their parents
200 grand
black ferraris
i couldn’t afford
even a parking ticket
so i guess I’m lucky
I’ve got no car
and we sweat
while we walk
to the bus stop
in the heat
and your new watch
and my old phone
and their sweatshop
and your stock options
and my tired eyes
and their stoic life
and your white truffles
and my distaste
and their malnutrition
and your family trust
and my tax return
and their civil war
and your excess
and my mistakes
and their desperation
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9. |
Son Monto
03:30
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plant patented seeds
propagate the need
poison the feed
spread the disease
sue all those who
dare to oppose
whistleblowers
under the bus
bleed farmers dry
spoil the sky
we own the lie
to which you subscribe
winds blows the spores
infects the moors
we are the cause
but we re above the law
we are the devil
you dare to dream
our greed knows growth
you fear to glean
diffuse distribution creates confusion
sell the solution perfect pollution
cook pcbs and terminator seeds
we own the lease
on gm wheat
improved hormones
at your dairy
no you cant label
PBST free
our great science
it don’t come cheap
just ask the kids
sprayed by DDT
never mind that
terminal disease
its unrelated
to our technology
you can run but
you cant hide
the earth has cancer and
its metastasised
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10. |
Dis Ease
02:40
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11. |
Gloss
03:46
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nothing quite like
that bitter taste
the sun is setting
on my dying dreams
if I’s gonna do it
I’d ‘ve done it by now
I’ve outgrown my
hopefull ambitions
when you’re born your
your potential’s endless
but it leaks out
each humdrum hour
one day someday
woulda coulda shoulda
I’ve been ground down
and Ive been rinsed out
drowned by demands
and crippled by self doubt
i know i know
they’re worn excuses
i wanted to make something
something so surreal
it was going to justify
all of my missteps
i wanna forget but
its hard to let go
the softest breeze
sets the coals ablaze
am i still hopeful
i wish i could
but all that delusion
did me no good
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12. |
Ascension
03:02
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oh go000oss5sh
where am i going and where have i been?
its all on the line tonight
i was walking along and it stopped me dead
the shadows awash; waves of light
a tectonic shift in me
it would’ve been so clear to anyone else, from anywhere else
a cataclysm
a farce
a ruse
such woe
archaic memories stir
recurrent nightmares echo
its delving darkness
and daunting dread
its an eternity
i still cant comprehend
have i really been running
from the horror of this self
my whole fucked up fractured life?
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13. |
D Minus
06:09
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Time Rich Melbourne, Australia
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