1. |
Original Skin
04:21
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The only song people sing is, "The President's Dead,"
all ignoring the kings with their scepters left in bed.
But soon, we'll all be rocking out to "4'33","
because no one gives a damn about how the song's affecting me.
Well, she heard a lot of rumors but they never broke the tomb,
just dotted with darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
The sharks all sound like minnows when you're humming that tune,
all dotted with darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
They've got a toaster on the TV with an artificial gleam,
burning hands and hopes and hair gel with a superficial scheme.
But I am too damned proud to let them tug my limbs --
the horses' ropes have all frayed against the original skin.
She heard a lot of rumors but they never broke the tomb,
just dotted with darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
The sharks all sound like minnows when you're humming that tune,
all choking on darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
But who knows where the timing goes?
Oh, who knows where the timing goes?
And they just hype the blind pipe 'til the shoes don't fit.
All my friends are lonely fountains, all my friends are lonely fountains.
All my friends are lonely fountains dripping 'til I drown.
She heard a lot of rumors but they never broke the tomb,
just dotted with darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
The sharks all sound like minnows when you're humming that tune,
all dotted with darts and some cartoon heirlooms.
But who knows where the timing goes?
Oh, who knows where the timing goes?
Just sea-bound, lost and brave in those underwater waves.
Just sea-bound, lost and brave in those underwater waves.
All the best storms are silent.
Quiet down now ...
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2. |
Turpentine
04:05
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Oranges turn black when they have found their falling.
Ocelots are gentle and birds are still stalling.
Ogres go blind and follow callings.
No one gives a damn.
Here lies their treasure and a hundred pollings.
They wear out words weak with bolding.
I heard the worst ones are still holding them far too close to fly.
We're far too close to fly.
Feeling too close to fly on our own.
Feeling too fast, feeling up the phone.
Feeling too close to fly or stay stoned.
Oh my gosh, our grown bones ...
They saw me failing and fought a different war.
I took guns and gauze galore.
And I found my midwife there and gladly amused her sores.
I'm feeling mighty fine, I'm feeling mighty fine.
I'm feeling mighty fine
now that my new heart reeks of turpentine.
I'm feeling mighty fine;
I still can't fly.
She took her bags and caimans, made a tiny house.
She made a picture book with poppies and a blouse.
I shook my sharings out and pouted an ounce's worth
and went to bed, and went to bed, and went to bed.
We feel alright when they don't sing,
but we still can't see the house with pretty things.
We feel alright now that light is screaming,
but we still can't see.
We still can't see, we still can't see, we still can't see.
I'm feeling mighty fine.
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3. |
Arching Angles
03:18
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Bleary-eyed wonder.
No darkness, no thunder --
just a shiny winged creature
descending into the crater.
She's a pretty good looker ...
realized she's my sister!
She asked me to join her and I felt like a loner,
but I swear I know her.
Arching angles.
I ran to my mother,
my lips overflowing and eager.
The flood drowned her in anger
and then became mud.
And then I became bluster,
sharpened nouns to assault her.
"A legacy of disaster!"
Every word became, "CUNT! CUNT! CUNT! CUNT!"
Arching angles.
Corner full of salt.
Heart-painted bathtub.
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Monday came, I watched it pass ...
the last one left I had for myself.
Countless things -- an easy seize --
but I sadly smiled.
Two beers left, catching up
on one week's worth of mourning my health.
All my friends in Cali sun
and I sadly smiled.
At the Laundromat,
rain on the window looks like melting glass.
A nearby stranger sighs --
all he wants are his clothes clean and dry.
It's hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, the only day of life.
Hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, and every bright light blinds.
Six whole days, East Coast haze ...
total waste of PHOs,
and what you thought plus what you got
is all sad regret.
No more plan, no more van.
"All You Need is Love" melody mocking.
A boy and girl who changed the world?
Haha, sad as it gets!
But your mom consoled.
You saw your sister and all things turned gold.
And your dad made jokes --
you laughed sincerely, but then your throat broke.
It's hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, the only day of life.
Hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, and every bright light blinds.
Where's your T-Bird now?
A full eight minutes passed --
your clothes are dry and it's time to head back.
And when the door unlocks,
you'll rush inside, but the rain will not stop.
It's hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, the only day of life.
Hot fun in the summertime:
Only day of life, and every bright light blinds.
Hot fun in the summertime:
"Only sun and light!" What a fucking lie.
Hot fun in the summertime ...
Where is your T-Bird? Where is your T-Bird now?
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5. |
Holy Land
03:04
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Biceps breaking bicycles are not the bad part --
they don't believe in being bored or banned.
Biceps breaking by the by to find you whining
they plagued your holy land, they plagued your holy land.
I am still a boy at 28 and counting,
and I make marks in places I can't stand.
Today is still a tourniquet to hide the wounds
when they plagued my holy land.
Today is still a tourniquet to hide the wounds
when they plagued my holy land, they plagued my holy land.
When all the bats fly high and find you fornicating
outside with a fair-haired fairy man,
they'll strip you of your treasures just so you'll remember
they plagued your holy land, they plagued your holy land.
But I will dance and you will glance, and they'll be standing
on the outskirts of our foolproof plan.
The cheese, it stands alone so no one smells it rotting
in vacant holy lands.
The cheese, it stands alone so no one smells it rotting
in vacant holy lands, in vacant holy lands.
Your face bears a gentle tone,
soft enough to woo me to my death.
But day is not the final embrace,
and night is nothing less than wasted breath.
And when the children see our names,
they'll make a case of splitting dividends,
'cause life is just a drawn-out fairground
and death is not the end -- no, he is just a friend.
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6. |
Rosalynne
02:30
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Hey! Who you kidding? We've both been bleeding.
Hey! Who you kidding? We both are healing.
But since we severed our old siphon,
that's exactly what we're hiding from the world.
God, this game is getting old -- stop your scolding!
God, is this game not Your goal? I gotta know, I gotta know!
We become those lonely people scribbled in pencil and Salinger novels.
Hey! Who you kidding? We've both been bleeding.
Hey! Who you kidding? We both are healing.
But since we severed our old siphon,
that's exactly what we're hiding from the world.
They told me all I have to do is plant a kiss;
of course, the only place you slept was in my head.
And maybe I should force myself out of the bed ...
which means I'll never see you again.
Hey, lady, do you need a tramp?
Julie, I'm sorry, but Rosalynne's calling.
Julie, I'm sorry, but Rosalynne's calling me.
God, this game is getting old -- stop your scolding!
God, is this game not Your goal? I gotta know, I gotta know!
We become those lonely people scribbled in pencil and Salinger novels.
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7. |
Little Box
05:07
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I was living largely out of line with all the crime.
I was living asinine.
Dress up your intentions in a collar and some mace,
then make a face and hope they didn't see.
I'm in love now, and you're in a little box, little box.
Inside a finished book, I hide a dirty look.
You saw angels and a spiraling hook.
I'm in love now, and you're in a little box, little box.
I was living largely out of line with all the crime.
I was living asinine.
It's completely free to see the useless alcoholic
with his hair all fair and fading fast.
I'm in love now, and you're in a little box, little box.
You're a piece of litter that no person can pick up.
You're a piece of litter that no person can pick up.
I'm a piece of litter that most people don't pick up.
I'm a piece of litter that most people won't pick up.
I'm in love now, and you're in a little box, little box.
I was living largely out of line with all the crime.
I was living asinine.
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8. |
Tonight
03:26
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Most stars are far but bright;
they leave a pattern on your eyes
(haphazard dots of white).
Clouds surrounding a murky sky,
but everything is clear tonight.
Everything is clear.
Everything is clear tonight.
Everything is clear tonight.
Most friends just speak their mind,
so most asides are dull-edged knives.
Is this a cue to cry?
Grab the handle and twist it inside!
Blood will dye your shirt tonight.
Blood will dye your shirt.
Blood will dye your shirt tonight.
Blood will dye your shirt tonight.
Wasted wordsmiths with warped mirror sight:
Everything is clear tonight!
Everything is clear!
Everything is clear tonight!
Everything is clear tonight!
Everything's mostly alright --
all things almost alright.
Everything's mostly alright --
all things almost alright.
Everything is ???????????? ...
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9. |
Poster Child
04:09
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We could start a club for kids who don't give a shit;
a Facebook page sounds ambitious enough.
With prices rising of various kinds,
they're giving medals and flowers if you get out of bed.
And with your duties reducing to stupid last words,
you're optimistic if you're breathing at all.
But I took a shower at night -- if I'm lucky,
I'll not forget by the time the sun rises.
Make yourself feel useful in a world that is bound to burn.
I can fuck you all if I want to.
I finally stood inside a condom and survived.
I can fuck you all if I want to --
I did it all at least six or seven times!
No need for a book
or a move of anything more than my fingertips.
No use for a tape recorder.
I will never, ever need a haircut again.
Make yourself feel useful in a world that is bound to burn.
I can fuck you all if I want to.
I could fuck you all if I wanted to.
I don't need another person to fuck you --
I am living proof (I AM THE GODDAMNED POSTER CHILD!!!).
Make yourself feel useful in a world that is bound to burn.
You better make yourself feel useful.
You gotta make yourself feel useful now.
You want to make yourself feel useful, huh?
Go try to make yourself feel useful ... but you won't succeed.
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