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malform
04:50
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if i think a thought out loud and i am alone
will i take my own advice
or will the trees
that surround me
start to absorb some sort of metaphor
beyond what i intended
but then i have to stop because i realize
they're watching me
conflate myself with something else
generalize an entire patch of grass
climb this mountain, see the soft serve scenery
and off i go again
spiraling down trivial trails that are
absolutely lousy with sticks and stones
it’s tough to ignore those
i fluctuate between being obtuse and being obscene
i’d prefer stability
maybe i just don't know what the hell to do with
this malformed state of mind
wistfully wince while my memories meander
overthink all of my conversations
close my eyes, sink into the sunlit sky
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2. |
spry
03:28
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pointin’ and clickin’ away
plug it in and play
instruction manual
explains all the rules
a fantasy escape
a million miles away
no matter what you say
i’ll always have my way
i need the top scores
i gotta make the leaderboards
knowing that i’m the best
out of all of my friends
but because of all the hours
that i pour into this
i barely even shower
and my room is a mess
so yeah
you’re so tired of life
you can’t even try
nevermind and besides
it’s not like this is
your first fall
down the well
kill that witch
cast her spell
treasure chest ahead
full of tons of loot
a couple of gold doubloons
a rare item or two
it’s exactly what you’d expect to find down there
it’s trope after trope and you don’t even care
it’s boring as hell to watch so i don’t know how you can stare
at these trivial electrons being flung into the air
but what do i know
a life defined
by what you can or cannot do
you are confined
by strict guidelines
that have no meaning
outside of that second life you lead
from office seating
the hums and whirs of computers
dominate your headspace
overtake your eyesight
continually assaulting
every angle of the light
that emanates freely
from the wilds outside
a vast unknown wasteland
of societal delights
battlestation activate
headset on to concentrate
mind set on a path to take
but it’s too late
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3. |
down
02:33
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4. |
hop
02:48
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misplaced the truth that we share
it might be under my chair
perhaps it’s covered by flair
that is strategically placed
overtop of the lies
that decent people despise
but seem to answer the cries
of pseudo-primitive waste
it’s such an obvious trap
a golden shit is still crap
the false equivalence is
so fucking frivolous that
it is a slap in the face
to all the people and places
with a shared interest in
preserving the human race
plausible deniability
from this primordial ooze
made out of anger and booze
and a shunned sense of pride
or feeling hung out to dry
they emerged from the swamps
and the community bogs
spewing their internet waste
toxic copy and paste
echo chambers
of various flavors
laced with pills that
are red in nature
they hop from one to another
with all their sisters and brothers
a million strong
and somehow disconnected
from this life that we’re livin’
from dreary minute to minute
it’s a drag i’ll admit
but why step in your own shit?
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5. |
danny devito
01:39
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danny devito
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6. |
dancing goats
02:24
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wake up to my alarm
beeping so i swing my arm around to
shut it off, it’s way too loud
and that’s when i realize my head is pounding
god damn i’m hungover as fuck
i need some water to chug; i head to
the bathroom to take a piss
and fill my nalgene at the sink
beer for dinner, bad idea
it’s not every day that i try something new
but when i’m presented with the stoli challenge
i’ll ride the rainbow with my crew
smoking cigarettes during pull-up contests
argue 'bout nothin' 'til i turn blue
power hour with potent pilsners
afterwards i had to boot (and rally!)
went out on a friday night
tried not to get into a fight, but of course
there’s always a couple of bros
that gotta go and take my bullshit literal
cute girl down the length of the bar
try to flirt but i don't get far, so i am
destined to be alone
but at least there's beer to drown my sorrows
wizard sticks tower over my head
delicious taquitos i got from sevs
locking myself out of my room
forgot i did, but i presume
correcting people on their semantics
it’s called beirut you fucking goons
bottle of wine is drained and it’s late
adult swim’s on, i’ll watch cartoons
pointless degenerate
i am a piece shit, don’t listen
to me, i’m demonstrably
an expert in terrible life choices
shit fuck
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7. |
integer
01:39
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8. |
mexico
02:38
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entering the ring is a man dressed in black
pants made of spandex and a cape upon his back
lights flashing in my eyes as he strikes a pose
when suddenly another guy runs up and slaps his nose
they engage in fisticuffs pretty much right away
these masked marauding machismo masters of melee
tantalizing crowds of folks with colorful displays
of interesting headwear and acrobatic play
tell me why you want to be a luchador
is it cash, hella ass, or something more
and if that’s true, i am as confused as your mask is laced
i need to know why you don’t want to show your goddamn face
getting back into the match, the man in black is down
taking headbutts to the nuts while he lies on the ground
the other dude in gold and blue is clearly in control
humiliate the heel before the last submission hold
the driving force behind these luchadors is commonplace
a better life without the strife of the rat race
it's quite the fight with dudes in tights and fancy clothes
a metaphor that's at least endured in mexico
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9. |
lullaby
03:08
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10. |
valley
06:01
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rain drops scatter through the morning air
peppering my hair strewn about by wind
the silver paint on my car melts into the fog
designating grey as the color of the day
i breathe in, i breathe out and unlock the door
obligations on my mind, these everyday life chores
pile on incessantly, it seems there’s no end
contemplate my dismal fate while i drive to work again
i wish i had just stayed in bed
insulated from the things i dread
getting sleep that i don't need
neglecting my responsibilities
cruisin' faster than i probably should
couple minutes late, i blame the traffic moving slow
even though i know i hit the snooze a couple times
external factors are a bastard and a great scapegoat
tedium, delirium, they go hand in hand
every day it's all the same; repetitive and bland
i feel binded, blinded by the walls of routine
this valley is where i am damned to be, i’m stuck in between things i can’t see
how the hell do i escape
going through these escapades
wondering why all the time
i guess it’s just because
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11. |
rant
03:48
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lacing up my shoes, gotta go
escape
physical exertion calms the nerves, and muffles the mind
where these rants run rampant
i rely on the runner’s high
for solace
from the everyday i don’t want to face
get me out of this place
listening to edit the sad parts
in front of all of the chads and stacys on main street
i'm feeling so cool
but all they see is a sweaty guy with an angry face
oh what a drag, such a backwards scene
don’t mind me
working through my bullshit publicly
in my head
it seems so positive for my mental health
but if i don’t do this i start to fall apart
dependent on sweating out these demons of mine
visceral or otherwise
listening to edit the sad parts
in front of all of the chads and stacys on main street
i'm feeling so cool
but all they see is a sweaty guy with an angry face
it’s just my way of putting all of my problems back, behind me
running away and calling it a solution to just about everything
i know it’s wrong, but i’m too tired to change
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12. |
persist
05:07
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13. |
flower garden (cover)
03:01
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14. |
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sometimes all i really wanna feel is love
sometimes i'm angry that i feel so angry
sometimes my feelings get in the way
of what i really feel i needed to say
if you stand in a circle
then you'll all have a back to bite
backlogged books on the seven wonders
we're all so funny but he's lost the joke now
our communication comes from one-lined jokes
a stand up comic and a rock musician
making so much noise you don't know when to listen
why are you judging people so damn hard
you're taking your point of views a bit too far
i made my shoes shine with my coal
but the polish didn't shine the hole
if you stand in a circle
then you'll all have a back to bite
backlogged books on the seven wonders
we're all so funny but he's lost the joke now
our communication comes from one-lined jokes
a stand up comic and a rock musician
making so much noise you don't know when to listen
think it over
there's the air of the height of the high rollers
and they'll do it again
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