1. |
Manheim Gardens
02:17
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Strawberry dreams they taste like shadows
Turn to the board embrace the paddles
Velveteen sheen little pink marshmallows
Turn from the cream embrace the battles
Never hold on to a dream (why cantcha)
Never hold on to a dream (why doncha)
There’s no adhesive
There’s no reason
Emerald nights they cut like paper
Turn to the wound and watch it vapor
Drifting tiny particles imprisoned in fleshy meat
Escape from the heat
into the silence at the end of a sticky sleep
Tracing out the city from the routes worn out so well
Mercy for the molds that grow inside the mouth of hell
Morphing from the weight of it, the crunchy boney husks
Screaming out for dusk
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2. |
Kissin' Kitties
01:51
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I will catch birds for you
And bring little mice to you
outside your door
And even more
I will share heat with you
Gonna hit the streets for you
Cuddle on the floor
And even more
You make me feel this way
You make me feel this way
All the townsfolk say
All the townsfolk say
Those kissin kitties really must be in love
I will tread water for you
And treacherous sidewalks for you
Mi amor
Who I adore
I will bring fish to you
Whatever you wish for you
To your door
And even more
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3. |
Instant Camera
03:03
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Tracing your face
With robotic grace
From the flash cube
See your visage
In a stereo image
From the flash cube
Get some resolution
Facing your pic
And strobing and sick
From the flash cube
Crafting decisions
From the shadowy visions
From the flash cube
Gain some resolution
There’s no substitution
For letting go
Oh instant camera
Oh instant camera
Polaroid stains
Till nothing remains
From the flash cube
An AI creams
Somewhere over our dreams
From the flash cube
Overkill from photochemical spills
Electricity down my spine
Now I’m losing my mind I’m losing my mind
How could this be real this be real
No no no
There’s no substitution
Electricity through my brain
Now I’m losing my sight I’m losing my sight
I’ll never see again
Gain some resolution
There’s no substitution
For letting go
Oh instant camera
Oh instant camera
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4. |
Silicon Prairie
03:36
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Silicon prairie
Commute into a sense of unending dread
Silicon prairie
Absorb back all the fed up units that fled
It’s kind of scary
Not to recognize the shapes on this plane
Silicon prairie
I herby sign away the rights in my brain
Beautiful sky
How could you ever do us wrong
Beautiful sky
Repeated on and on
(Beautiful sky
Damage to the disc and file
Beautiful sky
)
Silicon prairie
Highly regarded by the listicle bot
Silicon prairie
You can automate your life and get shot
It’s kind of hairy
Not to tell up from the down
Silicon prairie
It’s a complicated, preprogrammed town
Under the pavement pipelines and statements
Sewage engravements set in stone
Fiber and stone
Knows I’m all alone
Silicon prairie, you’re not the first
You won’t be the last
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Labor Day special
Half off the bods
That only breathe
So you can live like gods
Cut them in pieces
For the Karen’s and Todd’s
Labor Day special
All must go
They live to serve
So you can show off your glow
Packaged in shrink wrap
And tied up in bows
And you can even take off their clothes!
Labor Day special
It’s YOUR holiday
Don’t fear the help
Cuz they don’t have a say
You choose their schedule
And you choose their pay!
Labor Day special
It’s a fire sale
They’ll work through rain and snow
And heaven and hell
And if they act up
You can toss them in jail
And throw away the key
And throw away the key
And throw away everything
And throw away everything
(Third verse same as the first)
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6. |
If Even Briefly
04:01
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Fates above
Must have it in for us
So whisper love
In a gentle hush
I don’t want to give this moment up to anyone no no one else
Fears inside
They must conspire plots
So speak up love
And let’s share our thoughts
I don’t want to give this moment up to anyone
No no one else
Time slips out the back, it’s always leaving
But in this space you’ve got me here believing
That something in this life can make perfect sense at all if even briefly
And I’ve give all my life to try to hold you to my side if you would let me
Gods above
Must be cold and cruel
So hold me love
And let’s laugh like fools
I don’t want to give this moment up to anyone no no one else
Doubts within
Must they always come?
So tell me love
Is our moment done?
I don’t want to give this moment up to anyone no no one else
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At the laundromat
I saw your face again
In the swirls of the waves of the days gone by
and the smile wiped clean
At the laundromat
I’m feeling calm again
In the swirls of the waves of a washing machine
As it hums me to sleep
Its a lonely sock
Without a pair
Breathe the fragrant air
Of the laundromat
At the laundromat
I saw your face again
In the tumbling curls of the days gone by
And the tears dried out
At the laundromat
I’m feeling calm again
In the tumbling curls of a dryer
As the world spirals on and on
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8. |
Right As Rain
01:00
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9. |
Wax Under Heat
03:39
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Beauty beguiles the beholder
Look at it shine Look at it shine
Icarus eyes steamed of moisture
I felt it climb I felt it climb
Well laid plans in disaster
Their ugliness forces the hand I have
But there is no plan there is no plan
To fall back on
Smash to rock
Crush the clock
All that’s left is a crash scene
And we’re left picking up all the tiny pieces
Little bits of you and all your debris
And I’m too tired to crawl my way to heaven
Beauty defiles the defender
I saw its grime I saw its grime
Violence at the end of the splendor
I felt its crime I felt its crime
Well laid plans in disaster
Their ugliness forces my face to the ground
But I have no plan I have no plan
To push back on
You filled out
A shape that’s empty now
And words with grit
can’t swallow what’s meant
When your room is hollowed out
And you’re climbing
Away
Beauty destroys the remainder
Look at it shine look at it shine
Icarus eyes plucked of moisture
Look at the time Look at the time
Well laid plans of disaster
Their ugliness forces our heart from our chest
And I have no hope now I have no hope
To fall back on
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10. |
A Star is Born!
01:45
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If I was born in the 40s
By the 60s I could be a star
Yeah if we wrote these songs back then
I know we would make it far
But as it stands right now we’re a victim of our birth
And all the moments we love the most will get swallowed by the earth
Pressured into dirt
If I was born in the 60s
By the 80s I could be a star
Yeah we would know the coming fashion trends
I know we could make it far
Chorus
A sudden shining golden ray a beam across the sky
To be an everlasting star until the day I die
A Star!
Go far
away
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11. |
Not Mistaken
02:01
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It’s best not to be mistaken
You can’t rewind the clock
Every seat has been taken
Every heads on the block
It’s best not to be mistaken
You can’t revive a dead horse
Every love’s bout to cave in
Every heart’s bout to burst
Sweetness seemed to surround you
It blocked the frown on your face
The memory seems to be shrouded
If only it could find your face
It’s best not to be mistaken
You can never go home anymore
Every bed has been slept in
Now we must sleep on the floor
If we could bottle the sweetness
And store it somewhere within
Maybe I’ll never worry
If you’re coming home again
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12. |
Suspended In Gaffa
03:48
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Kissin’ Booth Kansas City, Missouri
From the creative minds behind Salty, All Blood, Puffs or Plumes, Lil Toughies, Boys Boys, Demon Horse, etc comes a peppy, happy romp through pop tropes that is in no way carrying more serious undertones or messages whatsoever. Nope
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