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Quadrophene
04:12
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I look like a young Gordon Sumner since I shaved my head
I look like your husband in town when we're holding hands
You don't look like you you look like you wish you were dead
Go out in the sun and go walking around
We've got pills they're multiplying
We're still losing control
How I wish I was the crying kind
Oh oh I should coco
These 27s won't let me speak won't let me sing (We are the Mods)
The Pornhub don't give me love just lonely (We are the Mods)
Your view of a higher man feels like a sting to me (We are the Mods)
But I am not a victim I can be anything
Disempowerment will kill you
Loneliness to a lull
You are the crying kind
Oh oh I should coco
I'm done being a filgrim
I'm demanding consistency
We're all the dying kind
Oh oh I should coco
When I give name to everything
When I look in the mirror a quadrophene
All this assuming is suffering
I take comfort in the hidden jewel of Nothing
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Golden Of Fashion
04:42
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I think I need to learn to die to something
Before I can learn to live for something
I've got glitter in my eardrums again
It lets me know how far I've come
Estefanie I need some lemon
Cause I'm not coming down from this one
I'm the queen of Africa
I'm not coming down from this one
When I've lost I'll move on cause the grass is always green
When they're gone we'll move on to coveting other things
It's easier just to give in
When the snakes crawl on your skin
I've been pounding on the floorboards
Someone better get me to the exit
When I've lost I'll move on cause the grass is always green
When they're gone we'll move on to coveting other...
I can't compare
You don't compare
Cause I'm so golden of fashion
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I damn all your hidden powers
The ones you used on me
Supercomputer in the sky
You brainwashed me
Mark of the Beast
I damn all your honest smiles
Not afraid to show those pearlies
I'll call all my crocodiles
They need to eat too
And they eat teeth
Goddamn all you easy lovers
You ones who so easily love
Where do you get off with hearts like that?
I get off too
But not like that
I damn all the highs and the lows
The ones you speak at dinner
It's too vulnerable for me
When I eat I eat
When I'm washing dishes I'm washing the dishes
I gave you a plant for your birthday
Cause that's what good friends do
When it died, like a knife
Cut and bled me through
My voice is damned now too
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Oracle (Rin Danza)
04:24
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The Oracle in the Aztec shawl was mowed down in the dancehall
For singing songs against the white man sprawl
Now she's dancing in the flowers under it all
The Wasichu in the wool knit pants
Searching for the yellow metal, it's shiny, makes us crazy
The Aztec in the Spanish boots was cut down at the temple
Tempo slows...
Cristobal in the bathroom stall weeping for it all he did he done
Now he's in the discotheque playing pianola
For Hispanola, the cholla grows
I'm a packrat in the hood of your car gonna eat all your wires for dinner
Make you wish you didn't live here
Ignatius in the licking flames eating earth by the mouthful
Tied his robe with his brand new belt that he bought from the Devil
Now he's howling at the neap tide moon
Where'd all his friends go? They gone. Se fue. We're not safe here.
Dear Ramona how'd you get so tall?
Young Dervish spinning circles sonuva gun ms. know-it-all
To the pianola on the portico
Spitting out masterpieces one by one played by ghosts
Of the pagan babies on the Ferris Wheel
Lake bottom choir singing praises to the holy swimming heels
And they were singing
"Nothing's insurmountable. Nothing's unbeatable. Nothing's undoable. Nothing's impossible. All things are possible."
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Mattress man came and took my bed away
Now I'm sleeping on the carpet
It's better anyway for my fragile hips
And you know these hips don't lie
Got my own Jenny now
Mercury's in the mound
Got my front lobe all up in a buzz
Don't be dizzy baby
You know it ain't easy
Unbelieving can be unbelievably hard sometimes
On the Mount of Mercury I gave a stone to thee
And thought about all the stories that I tell myself
Like the one where the boy is on his knees
Screaming up to heaven "let me in please!"
Then he decides on the millionth try
"Maybe this is just not what I need"
And at least that's what I tell myself
I try to love myself
Do you love myself?
I know a time is coming when your belly will be swelling
I can't see the future but I know how to listen
It's all a cosmic joke
Makes me wanna pull
A Violeta while I'm waiting on the punchline
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Deep deep eyes not the swimming hole kind
Deeper than your neighbor's pool
She's growing in size
A polyglot in the bedroom but when I'm inside
It's slow going like moss
Got the family eyes
Lost in toll road limbo on the drive
I need to shake I wanna cry
We sit and we sing
Can we tell each other everything?
Not the roles just the being
We want our people to be a certain way and when they change
The mind clings for the same
You don't need to change me and telling you that is me trying to change you to not change me so change me
Just because there's western friction inside us all
Doesn't mean we're stuck
Just because the standard emoji is white
Doesn't mean that is should be that way
Just because we didn't work out this time
Doesn't mean you didn't teach me
Just because I can't float on my back
Doesn't mean that I am sinking
I write bangers and anthems
I'm currently blessed with a playful constitution
The wind comes and the wind goes
Is there an algorithm to karma?
I'm exhausted
You had a child
Let's all get reborn
Stick to the plan
Do something different
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A shrine to create....
A new zealot for something
A chest full of joy
When apples taste like onions
You're left with a choice
Quit snake-biting your own arm so hard
Quit wrapping her up in projection blanket
It's not fair
A shrine to create...
A coffee stained body
With morning sorbetto
We're panamerican shit-faced
Butt naked banging pianos
Just because you're the high priest of the beasts
Just cause you're anxious don't be mean
To sweet Marie
You were shivering like jelly
They tried to smudge you out
They were hanging all the rosaries
In every room of the house
I could tell who was coming from the footsteps (in the hallway)
Now I'm sitting solitaire in the Annex
Oh how strange!
How to talk to strangers at a cocktail party
How not to be an asshole when you're talking to your mother
She just wants the best for you
Pray you'll feel a love so true
It's easier just to give in
I hope you do
A shrine to create...
RAM RAM
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Death is the ultimate shrine
Are you running out of time?
I swallowed the key
Now I'm haunting my childhood home in my dreams
Down in the Valley next to Spencer Creek
Sometimes I get so angry about everything
I crawl through the garage window and break some glass
Let off steam, find release
What's that birdseed falling out your sleeve?
There's no shade here to get out of the heat
But I still smell your scent
Girl from Copenhagen down on Pusher Street
Bloodclot Boy went up the mountain to hit a stone off of the mountain
But he did not yet have his powerword
The innkeep's daughter fell in love
But Bloodclot Boy did not love her back
He may have had someone else in mind
Full of spite, no reciprocity
She had the boy framed a thief
From his neck he's hanging off the tree
Santo Domingo de la Calzada
Canto la gallina después de asada
He did not die. He's still alive.
He came to find his powerword.
LOVE.
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A Shrine 2 Create
06:45
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Got a shrine to create before it's too late
It won't happen in a day
Bathtub's creaking. Can't tell if the water's leaking.
You'll shrivel up like a prune
It's not too late to call a friend
It's Saturday night
What did they do in pre-columbian times?
They built their own temples and shrines
They did not get bored
What will it take to make you go away?
To not have kids? That's fine.
I didn't want them anyway.
You'd like to think that you're the fucked up 7th Wonder of the World
But you fucked that up too and I still believe in you
Fear like sleep and truth resents your touch cause it's too bright
Or something like that. I read it somewhere and then I half rewrote it
Your temple caught fire (and the picture I)
Gave you of the Peruvian couple kissing did too
I take everything as a sign (like the plant that died)
Now you have a shrine to create too
We're gonna get it right this time
We're gonna get it right this life
Cause I never wanna do this again
But I wanna see you again with new eyes
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Ode To Chim Chim
02:30
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You came in hot into the station
On the Rose of Venezuela so fast
With Battiato in your earbuds
The chief of gods you're so fit and damn you know it
Sit with me
You're always leaving
I'll take the echo tea
Let's go swimming naked in Lake Michigan and again
But first...
We gotta get you a book
Before we die (we're all gonna die)
There's a pink moon tonight
I'd walk 25 miles just to see you
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Tom Hymn Grand Rapids, Michigan
Slinky folk trance garage punk from la Época de Oro.
Jugo + Rada Records
Order 'Songs From The Annex' cassette on J+R's site (link below)
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