1. |
Mirrorful
03:55
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Blue-eyed bloody lullaby
Less a lesson than an alibi
Shot from only one side
Sanitized and canonized
Annex and index (annex and index)
Mirror too perfect (mirror too perfect)
Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe
Listened every day 'til three
I'm the bitter beneficiary
Illustrate the story
Advertise your dignity
Annex and index (annex and index)
Mirror too perfect (mirror too perfect)
Histories
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe
Grains of sand
To mirror glass
Righteousness
Blazes back
Twist the past
And reward the arrogance
Grains of sand
To mirror glass
Righteousness
Blazing back
Twist the past
And reward the arrogance
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe, I don't believe
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2. |
68
03:17
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I got the message
Calling me back home
Don't ever let go
Six foot deep hole
The paths that cut so deep
From 30 years of sleep
Walking from the quarry to the wall
Rationalizing
All compromises
The paths that cut so deep
From 30 years of sleep
Walking from the quarry to the wall
I got the message
Calling me back home
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3. |
Desert Sea
03:34
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Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Half-submerged in the desert sea, an ex-paradise.
Keepsakes down there for me,
like bones from the desert sea,
thrown for divination ceremonies.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Now dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Broken casino road.
Aluminum home.
Unbroken sky.
Absolve and die.
Sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Dive, sun-blind, to the new starting line.
Take me down to the desert sea.
I don't want to wait.
I want to leech my memory.
Like bones by the desert sea,
bleached until no one can read their history.
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4. |
Grip
03:55
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Wreck rebirth
The broken-bottled dregs unneeded for conviction anymore
Median castaway
The faded green's allure
Played enough
At climbing from my concrete island home;
Forgotten what those broken legs were for
I'll leave behind the tyranny of signs
Transparent things you hold on to
I know what's mine
A greying field of sky
And in whose grip I lie
Pain no less
Blackout caresses
Encroaching green
Forgotten what my failing eyes had seen
Once so excessive
Now so lean
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5. |
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Witness one
Milk and honey
Cash-wonder splash
Laughing when you say it’s under wraps
Pliant or defiant
Don’t you want to buy it?
Promised wine from brackish water
Hell of a pitch. Wonder if it’s really understood.
Feed me enough poison,
I’ll learn to enjoy it.
What’s the new diversion
Sweetening the poison?
Ending up
Casting shadows on the tallest most of all
Dreams go sprawling
Witness one
Milk and honey
Cash-wonder splash
Wonder if I’ll ever see the last
Anchor in the pressure:
Rancor letting fresh air in
What’s the new diversion
Sweetening the poison?
What’s the new diversion
Sweetening the poison?
What’s the new diversion
Sweetening the poison?
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6. |
Motorist
04:20
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Taking Division down to where I shouldn't be,
Turn pockets out, run aground in the Green.
New way to see what's laid plain in front of me.
Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn't see.
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free.
When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free.
Accidental, maybe.
Restraints too frayed to withhold me.
Remember,
You told me
You will go
Where you're meant
To be.
This is my wreck, so let it be.
Cracked gauges carry messages for me.
Calls and responses you can't see,
Calls and responses you can't see.
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities.
What would you risk to rescue me?
So turn your back,
Just drive on past
'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast.
Taking Division down to where I shouldn't be,
Five blocks down in the middle of the Green.
No messages wash ashore with me.
Glass shards reflecting light so I can see.
I know you'd never grasp the possibilities.
What would you risk to rescue me?
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7. |
Tongues
04:11
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Swallow dictation
Repeat formation
Reverse this fortune
Bring back tongue-tooth daughter
Love-struck ink runs farther
Unstuck tongues cannot regain
Love-struck ink runs farther
Unstuck tongues cannot regain
So find another way to go
So find another way to go
Fork tongue-tine
Pierce armor
Print love-struck ink runs farther
This separation
Demands six sutures there
From tongues to patient
Blood runs spit glues it down
Love-struck ink runs farther
Unstuck tongues cannot regain
Love-struck ink runs farther
Unstuck tongues cannot regain
So find another way to go
So find another way to go
Written in fracture
In leaves of entrails bled
Split trigger lip split hair
Shes bred in tongues (tongues)
Tongues cannot regain
Tongues cannot regain
Tongues cannot regain
Tongues cannot regain
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8. |
Livid
04:44
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She walks forward and over and over and backward.
She walks forward and over and over and backward.
This meeting takes on a life of its own,
and my position is: thought - less and it goes.
Forward and over and over and back.
Thoughtless and it goes.
Caught left hand right away,
and laughing heard her want to say she swore she'd rather stay.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Thoughtless and it goes.
Forward and over and over and back.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is:
from graceless to grateful is so much to wait for.
A boxstep prayer we don't perform,
more like commit it.
Forward and over and over and back.
Feels like an idiot's holiest act.
Not so much taking a life of its own as taking the given.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
Livid I am on top of the world,
and my position is.
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9. |
Iodine
03:59
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I don't want to talk.
I roll my red eyes back,
closed and latched;
still you watch.
Sweep from left to right.
Frame six hundred nine,
it never lies,
like some electric eye.
Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes.
Iodine night sky, diagnose this time: sickness or a crime?
profane something fine; so you define.
Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.
Ten times, ten times fast.
Dye infection black.
A note pinned on your back,
painfully exact.
Iodine night sky, straight to veins through eyes.
Iodine night sky, diagnose this time.
Now pathologize: sickness or a crime,
as you define.
Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.
Ten times, ten times.
Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.
Say it like you mean it, boy.
Shut your mouth until you can.
Ten times, ten times fast.
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10. |
Cooling Card
03:22
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Fear as friend I wish I'd never kissed.
Faded hand to mouth as catalyst.
Technicolored static sender,
Second guess my love for danger.
Bold-face it with a hand of 10 by 10.
Turn the cooling card
And show your hand to me.
Hands up, past time for both of us to see.
Clothes and match were pulled straight from my bed.
Fatal weather rolls around my head.
Burned the place down to the ground now,
And crazy head singed up this town;
Marked it with a blackened boldface T.
Since I've got myself an easy job,
Money passed behind and now I'm robbed.
Sold away my rights forever
To something that was multi-splendored.
I'll pass up the decision once again.
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11. |
Spoiler
02:28
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What you already know
Should be more than enough
To cut this two-bit show down with the dust.
Target: wires and the seams, induce the rush of disbelieving
Lies that aren't your own.
Spoiler,
Spoiler
Come just to turn it over
Spoiler,
Spoiler
If you could kill it slower
Working the wrecking ball,
Maybe you feel less small.
Religion for the mean
'cause disbelief.
Suspended for the sake of nothing,
More than empty insides,
Humming...
is sending you to sleep...
Spoiler
Spoiler
Come just to turn it over
Spoiler
Spoiler
If you could kill it slower
Ah, vindication isn't what it used to be
Spoiler
Spoiler
Come just to turn it over
Spoiler
Spoiler
If you could kill it slower
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12. |
Static
03:30
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I sunk my eyes in static
Who taught me how to see it
Now there's no sign of her at hand
So I’m through looking at it
My head is splitting trying
To read the name that she abandoned
I’m lying when I say it doesn’t mean that much to me
Glad in my way to see her struggle free.
O my sister
My only sister
You twisted free, resisted
While I just stayed here wishing
And you don't think I understand
How your stockade’s in splinters
Your childhood’s bitter winter
No love could possibly withstand
I’m lying when I say it doesn’t mean that much to me
Glad in my way to see you struggle free.
O my sister
My only sister
Pinned down but unexamined
I held your example, sampled
Through static eyes and compromise
They never saw it coming
They never held a candle
But I never wondered - I knew why.
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13. |
Dreamless
04:08
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Triggers fast, distracting rhythm plays
Checks and balances, the easy life
Finish last on odds they'd never lay
Uneasy silences, the easy life
Some say history's best made secretly
These green bones may break
Maybe flesh needs new bones anyway
Nothing shines in your eyes
Concede my oversight
Blue light burns bright inside
A beautiful disguise
Sitting back to view the disarray
Explained to satisfy the easy life
Abreaction to the senseless fray
Painful questions for the easy life
Every minute's test of our possessions
Leaves us with obsession that pushes the extreme
Sleep in the nation's arms is dreamless
Seamless information soothes as they constrict
Clinging to the truth of doctrine so no shots are fired blindly
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14. |
FF=66
03:58
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“He invites the storm
He lives by instinct
With fears that are not fears
But prickles of ecstasy”
(William Carlos Williams)
This code is cracked
I don't expect whatever I spat out to stick
Awash in the signs, sick from the lack
Spliced in, spliced in
Second-hand words and screen for skin
Forcing out sounds, facing outside again
Reified and refined, blurring every line
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me
FF=66 explains you're sick
Spins on the axis of promise and lick lack luck
Reveals all tricks
Reified and refined, blurring every line
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me
Reified and refined, blurring every line
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me
FF=66, FF=66
6, 6, feet deep in the irony
You see the light, it's getting bigger
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15. |
Green Glass
03:54
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Daylight
Unwelcome eye on your underground
Green glass
Roads over that uneven ground
Shut out
Reasons that make an uneasy mind
Hold out
For your sweet new valentine
If it's a number you want
Could be already assigned
And if it's a number you want
Why can't you take it?
Bright eyes
You'll lose your shine in one more round
Green glass
Refracts the light and draws you down
If it's a number you want
Could be already assigned
And if it's a number you want
Why can't you take it
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16. |
LS/MFT
02:57
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Narrowing his eyes
God only knew what she'd try
Obsessed with drawing lines
What's wrong with saying, "this is mine?"
He says her pain subsides
He only wants a quiet mind
Control is the prize
A different mark for every time
He thought he'd been defied
He said she left some marks on him inside
Keep your eyes on me
Never lie to me
Blows to shape what you see
You stayed willingly
She's healing up just fine
To take what's coming up next time
Striking with an open hand
Mind set even as sense unwinds
Tightening the ties that bind
The cells are self-assigned
Keep your eyes on me
Never lie to me
Blows to shape what you see
You stayed willingly
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17. |
Chinese Fork Tie
02:42
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Said you were
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
10 feet tall yeah and bulletproof
Armored character
Makes it hard to move
But here's an impartial overview
At the bottom
Oh they all want proof
And at the top
No one's making room
So brace yourself and then accelerate
Sure you'll get there soon
I watch you work (live like this)
(This is it)
I watch you work (deviant)
I watch you work (live with this)
(This is it)
(This is it)
Hey! yeah! take the big man down
Hey!
Fork tie
Chump crown
Hey! yeah! take the big man down
Hey!
Fork tie
Chump crown
I am wide eyed,
Waiting on the truth,
But I'm thinking of ways to silence you
Close-at-hand (you can live)
Commonplace and cruel. (live like this)
Rude joke (this is it)
Jury-rigged tool. (this is it)
Hey! yeah! take the big man down
Hey!
Fork tie
Chump crown
Hey! yeah! take the big man down
Hey!
Fork tie
Chump crown
Hey! yeah! take the big man down
Hey!
Fork tie
Chump crown
Hey! take the big man down
Fork tie
Chump crown
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18. |
Breathe
02:50
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A minute,
A second,
A half-life,
A minus,
A segment,
A blinder,
Elective detention.
It's secession time,
Paid for by cutting backwards.
It's election time,
Letting every insult become presidential injury.
This last disgrace,
Breathe in my face,
Bleed in distaste,
Bless this amen.
Your final lesson.
A minute,
A second,
A half-life,
A minus,
A second
Reminder,
Selective attention.
It's secession time,
Paid for by cutting backwards.
It's election time,
Letting every insult be accepted into history.
This last disgrace,
Breathe in my face,
Bleed in distaste,
Bless this amen.
Your final lesson.
(Now)
This last disgrace,
Bless this amen.
Final lesson.
(Now)
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19. |
Cut Off
03:57
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Unhealing incisions, a path that turns vicious
A recurring sequence or an unbroken line
It makes no difference to the one that's analyzed
It's all fate so be resigned
Converging to unfortunate ends
All plots acknowledged and denied
Convey awareness of upcoming goodbyes
What's the difference to the one that's analyzed
It's all false so be resigned
Cutoff
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20. |
Chicago Piano
03:10
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Hey angel, consider your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory
Savoring your sympathy
Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
That I'm all eyes
And you're all you need to be
Hey angel, whatever position
We consider fit
To put you in
You'll protest your complicity
Easy now
One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other
Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
That I'm all eyes
And we're all we need to be, need to be
Easy now
One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other
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21. |
Savory
04:51
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Hey angel, consider your position
Framed to be consumed
Savory
Savoring your sympathy
Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
That I'm all eyes
And you're all you need to be
Hey angel, whatever position
We consider fit
To put you in
You'll protest your complicity
Easy now
One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other
Hey angel, fly over and bless me
See you feign surprise
But I'm all eyes
And we're all we need to be, need to be
Easy now
One hand will wash the other
One hand will wash the other
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22. |
Cornflake Girl
05:20
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Never was a cornflake girl
Thought it was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Giving us the yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really
This, this, this is not really happening
You bet your life it is
You bet your life it is
Honey, you bet your life
It's a peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
She knows what's going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopaedia
They must have paid her a nice price
She's putting on her string bean love
This is not really
This, this, this is not really happening
You bet your life it is
You bet your life it is
Honey, you bet your life
It's a peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, oh yeah
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys,
Where'd you put the keys, girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much, yeah
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much, yeah
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much, yeah
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much, yeah, yeah
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl, oh this time
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, oh yeah
Rabbit, where'd you put the keys, girl
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23. |
The Robbery
04:55
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You saw what I took, you saw what I got
Could never believe that I never got caught
I know who you are cause I know who you're not
I saw when you fled, and I saw when you fought
Here comes the robbery
I'd like to see you stop me
I'm through your door without a key
Can't catch me, I'm home free
And you're no better than me
Can't you see that?
Can't you see?
What was the first rule you were taught?
And what was the first rule that you forgot?
Was it "don't take your eyes off the things that you've bought/brought"?
Cause if I like what I see, you know I'll take the whole lot
Here comes the robbery
I'd like to see you stop me
I'm through your door without a key
Can't catch me, I'm home free
And you're no better than me
Can't you see that?
Can't you see?
And you can dust for prints
And search for evidence
But it makes no difference
When no one's innocent
I saw what you took, I saw what you got
Could never believe that you never got caught
But you know who I am cause you know who I'm not
You saw when I fled, you saw when I fought
Here comes the robbery
I'd like to see you stop me
I'm through your door without a key
Can't catch me, I'm home free
And you're no better than me
Can't you see that?
Can't you see?
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24. |
Jackpot Plus
02:37
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Sweet Dempsey waiting on a number, he
Cups his sweating hand around dice and blows
Breathes his reeking trust on tumbling bones
In love with the air around a hundred thousand bad throws
All nerve and no brain
All nerve, no brain
It's jackpot plus in which he trusts
Someday I--
Someday I--
Sweet baby sucking on a number
Sweet Dempsey gladly trips switch after switch
He can feel himself drain out through his fingertips
Uneasy union, the conception of a near miss
All nerve and no brain
All nerve, no brain
It's jackpot plus in which he trusts
Someday I--
Someday I--
Keep dropping it in, cool on the machine
Keep dropping it in, dropping it in
Dropping it in
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25. |
Absenter
04:01
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Entropy's in, embroidered on skin
corrupt, latch-hook thin for show
You're in at dusk
They clean you up until you glow
Absenter, absenter
Secede, recede, I'll mark your retreat
Layers at a time, get what you need
You're marks on tiles, piss in the flowerbed
Scabs on knees
Absenter, absenter
Save a little bit, save it
Send it back to me
Absenter, absenter, absenter
Absenter, absenter, absenter
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