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Trees Knees
03:47
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Yes!
Your honor I was there, it's not that simple
I was told you're supposed to bring a friend
And I've always been a bit slow
I knew I'd have to wait a while
But I was dosing it low
Far from a rank and file
Dusk is a lonely host
Do you even believe me?
I manufactured the ire
I drew blood, I burned their own
To recall every detail that evening is far too great a task
I was painting a portrait that brought me close to god, at least, I thought of one
As the canopy filtered the light, every limb was alive and it groaned in the night
With a vicious intent, and I'll tell you my friends, to survive was to burn, so I torched it and ran
It was seriously the most fucked up thing that happened all week
I'm still keeping up
Caps and stems in gut
I knew I'd have to wait a while
But I was dosing it low
Far from a rank and file
Dusk is a lonely host
Do you even believe me?
I manufactured the ire
I drew blood, I burned their own
Fuck
Cleaned my desk and now I'm walking free, and though the boughs don't bend so much, I see their knees
Fuck
The hammer fell, instead of hopping bars, I'll call them my front door and count with tallied scars
Fuck
Forged a link with ashes in the sky, and when I broke the ice he just said "semper fi"
Fuck
In coming out, there was a proper theme, in place of soft pitched sophistry
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Do you deliver late into the night time?
I've got a lover, and she don't leave the house
She's a believer in absolute privacy
If no one ever sees you, maybe you were never there
A high-rise, each corner
It's gripping everything
New vultures, old order
A cracking bell that rings
In contrast, no borders
An exodus that screams
A way of silent zero impact in the crowded spaces that we all reside, lit by candle light
It's a modern life that lets me stay inside
I still remember just what made it worse, what shook the ride
A high-rise, each corner
It's gripping everything
New vultures, old order
A cracking bell that rings
In contrast, no borders
An exodus that screams
Don't you recall I told you how she wouldn't leave the bed, only alternative to risk?
Move over, the sky is bright
You know it's my only light
If you see me on Division, push me into the street
Wait, I take it back,
No, not this time
I can't leave here, I can't be seen so vulnerable
You cut the tape, I'll sit this out on principle
In fever dreams there was a place I had to go
Now it's been leveled by the leeches in control
I said damn you all to hell
Why would I soil my good name? I'm not an animal, not an animal
Why then, am I drawn to the cage?
Why am I drawn to the cage?
That's what she said to me
Night before last
And the time before that
For weeks on end
I cut the cable, I think I might fall if it's in the cards
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Lilly Frog
05:36
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Try me, I walk the line; careen right of the rails
Is there an easier way to go?
Parachutes and safety nets are doomed to failure in the highest of degrees
Can't find an anchor I could throw
I take comfort in knowing there was a break in the chain
But it's still the same, oh, it's all the same
Can't find an anchor I could throw
Don't tell me I've been caught under the wheels of a greater fight than right to life
A new commission in the fold
Cling tight to models old and dusted off, though they no longer match the room
Keep the silver, lose the gold
It's like I told you before, I don';t wanna know
It's like I told you before, I don't wanna know
About your personal life
I take comfort in knowing there was a break in the chain
But it's still the same, and its a crying shame
Can't find an anchor I could throw
They hold me under, I can't get a breath
No, no, no, no, no
Ugh, it happens this way every goddamn time
"See my side!"
Can't abide by a pitch from a wavering hand
Constantly sold, resistance so bold, but it still fits the mold
"See my side!"
Unfed notions shrink from view
"See my side!
Cross a party line!
See my side!
Cross a border line!"
Can't find an anchor I could throw
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Our Future Ex-Girlfriend
06:15
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She stuck that earring in her nose, and it bled right down the vane
In lieu of a rag, she proposed a bit of beat poetry to pass the time
And all the while, she's sucking smoke, but makes sure to buy organic (ha ha!)
Speak the lines in every beastly detail
When she cries, it's just a drop in the pail, but
It's brimming over now
Galvanized, as if you're too big to fail
Change your mind with every check in the mail, but
Your shit is quaking now
When she sings the love me do's
The ring insincere, and she reads aloof
And always leaves me begging
Speak the lines in every beastly detail
When she cries, it's just a drop in the pail, but
It's brimming over now
Galvanized, as if you're too big to fail
Change your mind with every check in the mail, but
Your shit is quaking now
I know that she's the less of two
But brought the pain to me and you
It would seem we'd be better off with another
But, I'll tell you this, man:
I can't be left alone
I can't be left alone
This is a crime not often rivaled is all that I can see
Hands full of paracord enough to scale a tower from sky to street
But, its past eight, so tell me now: would you have me any other way?
I'm a lucky lad, this water's too cold and deep for me to feel the pain
Too shy to stick around, but too far gone to retreat
Too hard to resist, but you know, your girl's gotta eat
I'd describe it as superb service, four out of five
But I can't take the kids, and I don't have the wife
Oh, but it's a circle!
It's a circle and I can feel it all coming back
Around and bites harder than her teeth of steel
"But that's society"
Is something you'd tell me, you're that kind of guy
Sell the void to me
At this point, it's beachfront, motherfucker
But you've got a new squeeze
An agenda that you push on every single person that you meet
A streamlined new take on deceit
This moment ought to remind you of the times we had
This moment ought to remind you of before it was bad
Before I was so bad
Stocked for the fight, since I survived the fall
I can't be left alone
I can't be left alone
The four in hand, half and full Windsor
Kelvin, Pratt, St. Andrew, Hanover, Plattsburgh
Grandchester, Eldridge, and Christiansen
Are the knots I'm not surprised she tries on all the ties
That I cut
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5. |
Load Comments (Live)
04:46
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Counting his proclivities, rosary beads, every meeting finds another horse to beat
Loaded phrases on the signs, and unimpressive paradigms
"Stop! I feel so low, and I can only don a traditional guise"
"Fall in line, or you'll be in my sights, escorts red, blue and blaring"
He flopped down on the tarmac, just like it was his driveway
Tell me, buddy, are you fucking serious?
I'm really looking forward to when the referendum on coppin' steez is repealed
The tantrum airs at five, and its reading like
You stepped out of line to make a scene about something like a sale price
When on comment threads with fascists, be the one that makes the racket
Come here, I'm gonna break your fucking nose
Feeling so alone, its like the world's left me behind
Boys bleeding blue, bout to bring back the broad brush approach, battered, fried and served
A dusty narrative, with nowhere left to live, except in limited handshake environments
Fall in line, or you'll be doing time, far past the point of caring
You skipped your chrysalis, and balled up both your fists
Tell me buddy, are you fucking kidding me?
I'm really looking forward to when the referendum on coppin' steez is repealed
Tell me it's your rights I'm infringing on
Your clearly finer points of idea generation
My bleeding heart is filled with sympathy but I'm long dry of any patience
I can't just sit and wait for you to die
Fuck
I've got my hooks so deep inside of you
You think I'm here to scratch the itch?
First I'll spin your buzzwords into anthems, dude
Then I'm gonna gut you like a fish
I wish that I could say the same was true
Of all the promises that were made to you
But let's be realistic, we're still washing dishes
A generation born to lose
This will all be chronicled, this is indefensible
Choking on the milk and toast, soon you'll be a boring ghost
Ha ha!
It's fine, after all, we're all just special little snowflakes anyway.
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The Vedasay Portland, Oregon
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