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You reel
Inject a sense of pride
Jump but I don't know my weight
But the bar is high, and if I fall I don't know
where I die
Feel fine
You reel
While rolling tape
Record my grafted soul which
Sits in my throne, while I stand above
and scream my blame
Feel fine
I wish I'd convince myself
While I deceive myself
You reel
While promising less
Coax my through with coal-filled flies
But my throat is blocked, and my curdled cries
can't escape my mouth
Feel fine
And I don't want this path
Coals that you vomit have
Burn my feet as I walk and
I can't turn around too far
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2. |
Edgar Allan
05:35
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Clanking gears turn his small face
but it's all for what? I don't know
Electronic gaze is not great taste
yet he grows hungry
Pictures cling to his eyes as he waits
Drugs hurt less than his current state
Breathe
Rapping on doors in the modern age
like ravens still cry out loud
His piecemeal phrases deserve a stage
for how carefully they're crafted
Thousands of scenes play out on his face
No one will see him curled up as he waits
Breathe
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3. |
Pencil Pusher
05:00
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I dragged my pencil on parchment to get here
Slapped on my red shoes and clicked my heels
They told me this pot was over this rainbow
But I slid to the ground
There's no gold just crowds
Where's my promised crown?
All the hills have been reduced to chimneys
Stacked higher than Babel's top tier
Too many lights and too many voices
And I've got the flu
My pencil's been run through
All my prospects have turned blue
Papers cut my fingers so often
That my blood has run dry too
My hair is wires of copper
And coffee stains my front teeth
Brick buildings propel dreams
But my pot has been bleached
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4. |
Stampede
04:42
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Yard Sale
03:27
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I exist in jaded waters
and pretend my ears are clean
Despite this fact I tell you
you still slap my glasses off
and make me realize my fault
I hope ice picks are still around
so I can pierce my torpid brain
To always remember those times
you didn't cause me pain
And I learned to clasp my jaw
and torque a smile
The letter in my pocket clasped
and crushed meanwhile
I'm glad I saw you happy with a
man with larger quills
While you humored me for a month
I was still with you for 3,000 years
Thanks for painting the clown face
on my scowl that's right-side up
Your happiness is constitute
to the hand that cups your waist
And I learned to clasp my jaw
and torque a smile
The letter in my pocket ripped
and thrown meanwhile.
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6. |
Voice_054
03:47
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7. |
Twin, You're Shamed!
04:08
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I know
that my teeth are rotten
and my mouth is curved
Look now
your hair is long and worn
and your skin is grey
I know
I'm the problem then
and my will is dry
Look now
He was once young you see
and he loved none
Glass is a shape that stains the heart
cut your image straight out
I know
You're ashamed of me
like I'm jealous of you
Look now
I'm the one that sears
tears frozen like time
I know
You're the perfect one
the picture proves this truth
Look now
my spine is bowed and worn
my gaze left downturn
Glass is a shape that stains the heart
Glass is a shape that pains the heart
Glass is a shape that breaks the heart
Cut your image straight out
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8. |
Fritz the Cat
05:17
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You know sometimes
I sit outside
just to breathe
And maybe
I'm not honest
I hope to see
Catch a glimpse
of perfect radiance
or a lucid glance
I just can't get enough
Help me see you
I can't breathe
I
you
We have got to meet
I
Can't
Can't wait no more
And If I cut the lust out who will I be?
Please
If I could
prick my brain I'd
scrap you out
My blood vessels
burst and spray
with savage thoughts
I want to forget
but if I see you
the cassette rewinds
Those curves like gadroons
I want to feel
Walk by once again
I
you
We have got to meet
I
can't
Can't wait no more
And if I cut the lust out who will I be?
Please
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9. |
In Memoriam to the Clown
04:12
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My mouth is filled with chalk
It seems that I can talk in the mirror
Is my ineptitude caused by my baseless fear?
I've got a reason to find out
it seems
The stone rolls back out
I bleed
I bleed
I'll out my chances off
each week, play the same tunes with broken keys
I'll dance across their stage for their hilarity
Laugh laugh, make them miss
I see
The world is a treadmill
to me
to me
My role has been set in stone
Walk off the stage, will I be perceived?
No, no it's better to save face than risk my creed
Sit down and sip your gaze
in here
It's better to play games
than sear.
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10. |
Hyacinth
06:02
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And as your skin turns blue and open
and your arms get ripped down
I'll remember you
And while your memories are replaced
with wood grain lacquer pieces
you'll be mine
And as I drive by your vinyl windows
you present your washed-out face
I won't forget
I remember being
lifted up
Greeted with blue skies
Running around your
brickwork
with luminous life
As you change and
repair your scars
Mine will still be live
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11. |
Clay
03:14
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Ire steals my gaze
and my hands they fumble
trying to mold my clay
Try to see what I'm building
I've got a better mouth
not filled with strings
You trap your mouth in
straw mans and leaves
Tell them your own sooths
I cut my breast
to tug at those nerves
who seek and destroy my heart
Tread deep in those blue waters
Cramps can kill cold calves
as my tongue freezes my phrase
Don't frame the casualty
Fingers can't type that fast
to mold an apology.
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12. |
Blue Rim Blind
05:38
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Light will continue to pool in
the same as it always does
despite their presence
And I can shamble through
and stare out again
like I've done in twenty dreams
Sleep, my mind
Rest up for your wave
because tomorrow you'll be gone again
Indifferent is their placement
The bags of bookmarks
to your persistent reign
And slumber can release my
insistent plague
that fills these halls
Sleep, my mind
Rest up for your wave
because tomorrow you'll be gone again
A state of limbo exists
as time creeps around
maimed wood floors
A time for renewal was
here, now past
as I sit in petulant dust
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