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Silhouette
03:03
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I see a silhouette, sitting in my chair,
devoid of detail, a void to avoid, a shape with nothing there.
She's a detail, he's in retail, they've got selfish blood.
Consoling the controlling while they clamber above you,
And summon the flood.
Hate is empty – but nothing's worse.
There's something to you if you're convinced you're cursed.
Here in the dark, gloom starts to glow.
Edges define – new things to know.
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2. |
Athlete
03:36
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Greenish
03:29
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Working man waiting outside,
The mine, the mind,
Clock ticking on the factory floor,
Working the whole time,
Damned hammers ramming sand through the hourglass,
Curves split shit sand on my sour ass
Twisting bed wire into something, perfect,
But still can't stop it, turning, into
I'm dizzy from the turn of the world,
The shake of the sphere.
Rolling dice in the back room,
Knock off, makings unclear.
Dry fingers, eager, gnarled,
Something new in the ear,
making guesses in a vacuum, honey
Guesses you don't want to hear,
We keep going over and over,
Just how we do this but
Facts wait in the fog,
Just a minute from here,
But fixing things is an old man's job,
What a fucked up idea.
just breathing it until we cough,
two seater covered by dog hair
Is there a reason we're really turning,
Into something, less than perfect?
Back at work in the glasshouse,
Just under the bridge,
Taste pure recycled bitterness,
My whole shift.
I think starting to work out,
Just who I'm working with,
There's a million people here and only,
You and I know what time it is.
Two decades work,
Expired chemicals,
Take solid form.
In future we'll learn
Nothing can change
It just gets confirmed
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4. |
Pines
02:51
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Big stripes of cut, All the way down
I'm in the hole, I wear the crown,
One more day in the desert
One more night knowing nothing but sand
Picking rocks from the bone grind,
Burnt through the skull til I can't stand
Nothing burns like the sun,
Losing my mind, shouting it out,
Right next to no-one, Teased by the clouds
There's a river nearby,
Not out of sight but out of mind
The waters flow right over
But they weren't meant for my kind
( There's a snake in the basin
Spring's been carved by a rotten hand,
Sunken firm in the stone bed, just as it was planned
All grub comes cast off
Picking the flesh, at the centre of death,
tracing circles, ragged by the ground)
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Flathead
04:58
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One woman in a fish shop staring like a guy with a gun in car across he road
You were offended when i laughed (glaring) What we both took from my soul?
I've been on vacation for a while before-acid mixed paint rubbed into my clothes
We know there's a place for the two of us both-a moor of hard rubbish where nothing will grow
Sucking on the milk of a friend from above
I drink non stop but don't get grown up
Mad from fake dogma of being a stud
Fat from the swelling of hand in glove
Fucking myself and, feeling unworthy of
Eyes turning grey, mirrors turning me off,
Had a dream I remembered who I loved
Had to wake up, face the mess in my blood write x4
Hand shake in the deep, Names are exchanged in the dark,
on hands and knees, shit fills the veins of your heart,
houses on empty streets, you can live there if you want,
No passion no crisis, a place to relax for a while,
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6. |
Keanu
03:08
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7. |
Neighbourhood Fatigue
04:33
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Sewn together, by plot of the land,
Window to window, ugly hand in hand,
There's a hope but it's not enough,
In the storm, we will save our home.
Door to door, ugly nose to nose
There's a bone to pick, there's no room to live.
In a forced world, with broken thrones,
Screaming our rights in the wrong tones,
Walls seem to thin, the end begins
Two seats in the circle, One for each,
The lines cross before they meet,
Two men enter, no hope leaves.
One by scheming, not our own.
Bad blood runs down, down to the bone.
Drawn together, we got the doom of the well.
What lives in the earth makes our skin its home
Dry holes, shakin hands and rustlin bones
There's a damage we're beginning to know,
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Swayze
02:01
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9. |
Roses
04:01
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Yeah we're evil but no'ones watching
Every move is a motion gendered and selfish
get hidden, get healed
It's working for me, barely concealed
Faking the faith til I'm back in the gate
Vacant and safe full of pet hates
Here to support, all of your thoughts,
Choked by the roses, wrecked by the thorns
Is it dead, Has he checked, Is it dead, Is it dead?
Is there something, to be said, for giving up ~~~~~
Do we need, More in the cup, what level of, shit is enough
If poisoned, can we leave, Do we need, to see it this rough
Who can see, who's tracing me, how do they know, we're all grubs
Can they see, us eat the leaves, magnified and, speaking with slugs
I gave you new roses
The thoughts count, the process
Bring me dead flowers in the evening,
First point of contact, last thing we do,
A bit of pollen never hurt anyone,
Now detritus for someone new,
I left and picked it out,
It wilt just when I showed you,
No love in the eye of the beholder
No way to really know you
Swollen architecture of tissue
Melted, integrity is gone,
I packed my shit into a tent,
Camped out on the lawn
I swear I forgot being cruel,
The flush cheeks almost swell,
You escaped one dull hell,
Now for someone else,
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10. |
Seg Fault
02:42
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This anger means nothing –falls on nobody- it has no power
Shit comes in spades, everyone brings one and the spades build a throne
Is it selfish to be such a cunt – well who really cares?
You're out there seeding and I'm down here breeding and
No-one does repairs
One more dam-dried up
Full to the brim-shit rust
You get you want,
Then you want more,
I'll pay the cash, flesh at the front on twice as much
As you asked for
We are resourceless,
Trying only to survive
If you come in angry
You come here to die
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11. |
Te
05:41
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12. |
Busey
01:22
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