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benediction addiction
02:34
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BENEDICTION ADDICTION
Dirty deeds
Done from each according to his needs
political -religious manifestos i half-read
I’m far-sighted so I squint so I can see
I got a benaddiction addiction
Shun the skin i’m in
Need someone or something to make me clean again
Cleanliness next to godlessness
And ritual as death
When I take a breath
Compulsively watching for the next step
‘Cuz I got a benaddiction addiction
Shun the skin i’m in
Need someone or something to make me clean again
Bless me father, for i’ve sinned
I ain’t catholic but i’m tryin’
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concussions for kicks
02:37
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CONCUSSIONS FOR KICKS
You can’t tell me nothing i don’t know
‘Cuz I know everything
I whored myself ‘cuz freedom isn’t free
And it’s of thee i sing
off -key in a melody you sang to me once
Hard to remember, hard to forget
Both because of its dissonance
Still ringing in my ears
The subtler sonics
The slow gin and tonics
The fragile harmonics get lost in the mix
We beat on percussion with sticks
We give ourselves concussions for kicks
We can’t fall asleep
Or our brains will swell and kill us
So we combine caffeine with selections from the syllabus
And sing 2,4,6,8
We’re gonna matriculate
4, 6, 8, 10
We’ll just have to try again
I said
2,4,6,8
We’re gonna matriculate
4, 6, 8, 10
We’ll just have to try
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3. |
hope antidote
05:02
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HOPE ANTIDOTE
I gotta let despair in
To rearrange the furniture
Encoding clues to my existence
Under an ever-winding learning curve
So I just drank the hope antidote
I’m waiting for it to kick in
They say that it’s fast-acting
But I can feel the faith still creeping in
Cuz I know optimism is an optimal poison
Sweet enough to lure all us little girls and boys in
Wary of prevailing tides
I swim through quiet oceans straight to the noise inside
Right in its throbbing center
I’m a master in search of a mentor
I’m a bastard trying to marry his parents off
Trying hard to make it look not so apparent that i’m lost
Trying hard not to make it look apparent that i’m lost
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4. |
mind fucker
03:21
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MIND FUCKER
Why you wanna fuck with my mind, mind fucker
Are you really that attracted to my brain
Or is it just a power thing
A boredom wile-away-the-hours thing
Well my cerebellum isn’t aching to be penetrated
In fact it’s lodging protest, i’ve actively demonstrated
Take a look at the picket signs i designed
With the very mind you’re trying to fuck
Mind fucker, my mind don’t wanna fuck you
Cuz my mind don’t find you seductive enough
Every movement that I make is made to get away from ya
Because my basil ganglia just doesn’t want to hang with ya
My central nervous system prefers general service jism
To the mental ooze you’re trying to spluge all on my natural wisdom
My cerebral cortex
Won’t surrender to your evil vortex
When was that taken?
It’s got me shaken
You just shut the fuck up
No, you
Alright, where do you sleep, mate?
On top of my cheap date
You have a shiatzu mat
Don’t overreact to that
Well how else am i supposed to react?
In a positive fashion?
No, mind fucker
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5. |
driving folk
03:15
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6. |
aardvarkian art heart
02:02
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AARDVARKIAN ART HEART
In the center of the earth
Its unimaginable girth
Still so much larger is the sun
A million of us would fit in one
Secrets brewed but seldom served
They obscure the path at which you swerved
Thought your diversion was so smart
Thought you’d discovered the heart of art
The thriving beating heart of art
The bloody reaping heart of art
Rare to be seen, like an aardvark
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7. |
keys to the kingdumb
02:00
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KEYS TO THE KINGDOM
I can't find the keys to the kingdom
I tried every knob but those doors just won't open
I locked myself out a long time ago
and now on this air I am choking you know
cuz I misplaced the keys to the kingdom
I retraced my steps but i'm just so inept
at recalling the details I need to recall
and keeping things where things are kept
it don't matter how hard I pound
they ain't never gonna let me back in
back when I held the keys to the kingdom
I took it for granted my view was thus slanted
I used to sing mantras exposing the contras
and now i've become disenchanted
my ideals were my keys to the kingdom
but ideals reached there limits so now i'm a cynic
leftist politics sweep the palace steps slick
while I stand at there base and wait for kings to slip
and relinquish the keys to the kingdom
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8. |
i eat acceptance
02:02
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I EAT ACCEPTANCE
I hung for so long in one spot
In the parking lot
I pretended to be a car
My silence was an engine idling
If you popped my trunk you’d find the hacked-up body-parts
I might’ve struck
You as a guy
With a dark side
With something to hide
But in truth
I was just a dude
With nothing to do
Bored out of my mind
So you could say that boredom made me into a sociopath
It’d be mostly a fact
Most facts we hold as facts are only mostly that
And ex post facto
Though mostly ain’t exact, you know
I got no choice but to be kosher with that, so
I eat acceptance like the meal i didn’t ask for on the plane
My burning rage at a sacrilege
Reduced by hunger to a mild disdain
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9. |
this much
01:31
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THIS MUCH
They promise this much
You only get this much
Sometimes they’ll promise you so much more
Much more than you can imagine
Distracting you with some tangent
Fucking with your understanding
They promise this much
You only get this much
They promise this much
You only get this
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10. |
green frosting
01:47
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11. |
automatic loneliness
03:21
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AUTOMATIC LONELINESS
I look for resolution in the notes
then once I find it I jump off the boat
the boat's a symbol for the bags I tote
I ride on top of them to stay afloat
I guess it's a gift, annoyance feeds my unbent will
I drift with shifting buoyancy from content spilled
even the most discrete among us leave a trail
this river's bed has lovers' clothes flung everywhere
it just won't settle down
to view its waves piles schisms I just ride cuz I know that it's only this
spewing of vile rhythms from a tide of automatic loneliness
and it wants to talk
so I listen shocked
what does water got to say
it turns out a lot
i'm uncovering a plot
a conspiracy of elements
forever in development
it's headed out to sea
it's 90% me
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12. |
candid cannibal
02:38
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CANDID CANNIBAL
The candid cannibal walked right up
And said that he would eat me
He said make no mistake
I’ll devour you completely
I should’ve been terrified i guess
But ultimately i was just so impressed with his honesty
So i said, bones and all?
He said, especially the bones
Cuz that’s where all the flavor is, don’t you know?
I said, how would i know?
I never ate a person
And he said, oh, brother, you don’t know what you’re missing
So I bet I taste good
When i get done cooking
I bet I taste better than chicken
I bet I taste good when i’m done
You know that i prefer the meats exotic
It’s a pity i won’t be around to taste the finished product
Sure you could cut me off a sample
And give it a nice dress
But my pallet would be tainted by both physical and emotional distress
Physical and emotional distress
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13. |
the wrong ones
03:25
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THE WRONG ONES
I'll say the call letters
give a quasi-location
you can put another single in ad naueam rotation
reaction is retrospect
on the fast and lonely internet
but we can play pretend and move at the speed of humans
faux-slow-flow consumers of the all-consumin'
heroes of refraction
fashion kaleidoscopes of distraction
dazzled when we gaze
That geometry is nothing but a maze
where the thumbprints of perfection
smell like cheese in all directions
even the wrong ones
but i'm not a rat,
I don't blab
I don't say shit
I don't run around for nobody
without no compensation
i'm a patient patient in life's hospital
but a disorderly orderly's an obstacle
one which I will conquer
if I don't go bonkers first
does knowing conquer hunger?
does hunger conquer thirst?
I might be well-versed in the desperate
but clearly death is its first and foremost expert
and i'm still alive, so I must be a novice
Just puttin’ in my time down at the office
just diggin’ through the files for any answers
even the wrong ones.
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