1. |
Icy Manipulator
03:11
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Icy Manipulator (3:11)
here i am asking for guidance.
don't you open office for me.
there's someone living in my childhood house,
i don't know why that would be.
little makeup for your high brow,
acting like i wouldn't see.
must be hard to be whatever stood you up,
i don't know why that would be.
[such a peace]
is it dancing in the bedroom,
the carpet shifting underneath.
or are we aching for the 10th frame,
where the god's are in heat?
now you're breaking down,
can hardly take a shower.
the creatures out for blue light,
it's a hard sight.
push up the windows in the bedroom,
let the ghost in to breathe.
we'll reminisce and we'll fix our hair,
just like the picture on the beach.
and now i'm headed down,
could hardly take the flower off my coat,
before i hit the ground.
i was bound to you.
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2. |
Golden Tee '99
03:18
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Golden Tee ‘99 (3:18)
i'm appalled to be hiding,
at the time when it's slidin'.
all the juniper in my throat,
ah it tastes like your garden.
well i'm ballin' up a seed,
and the mind isn't feeding,
well i'm ballin' up a seed,
it's a light if we guide it, it's the time where you're guarded.
i'll be dancing on your porch steps Autumn.
are you choking up on me?
i wouldn't read it up right.
are you choking up on me?
somebody show me where to breathe when you know you're last to go.
headroom is a decency ah for every mother,
and every other. on the land the land the land.
i was baptized in emissions,
i was baptized in emissions.
how we gonna cry for emissions?
are we gonna die from emissions?
i'll be dancing on your porch steps Autumn.
i won't relapse on ya, take the Fall.
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3. |
MalwareTech
02:25
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MalwareTech (2:25)
amphetamines by the bedside,
a sip of Coke on my keys by the burger.
momma's in the kitchen baking bread, I'll be dead at the hand of guilt.
hold all that praise, bare my face,
one more score on that Silk Road code.
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't freak out".
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't..."
surf's up for real,
LA banks,
hero ranks, is this golden?
home takes it's toll,
i'm a pro-grammer gh0sting by the seaside.
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't freak".
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't freak out."
lalalala
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't freak out."
one black car outside,
i told me, "i shouldn't freak out."
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4. |
Hick School
03:57
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Hick School (3:57)
dripping oil sweating sweet,
i was laid there for weeks
i was tortured on the floor,
layin' smoked up by the door.
was taken i was maimed,
i was terrified of taste,
took a map to crystal lake for your eyes.
that beat don't even slap,
honey i held you on my back.
stop fakin' for your ex, he's horrible.
or i'm horrible.
is the forest cracking green?
are you dancin' on my screen?
can i die up in my sleep, in a pasture?
in a pasture.
sax.
is this payback honey?
still cherish all your notes.
is this payback darlin'?
take the flowers as you go.
i am horrible.
lord, i'm horrible.
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5. |
Wisehaven
04:03
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Wisehaven (4:03)
i miss my friends at the high dive,
from the pool where i'm 17.
Ben he saved my head, thousands.
where some girl Sam gave me a kiss.
saw some ladies share a yeti,
now i know they just had a day.
the Tiffany donning one had four husbands.
the tan one, lost a son.
somebody stole my bike for the third time,
maybe they saw the crooked frame.
follow your suit up to the blacktop,
we made a bet while holding hands.
1 on 1 your flip catches,
an air ball...
i crushed right there.
somebody stole my bike for the fourth time,
so i'm gonna stake out by the candy machine.
somebody stole my bike for the last time,
maybe they see my crooked frame.
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6. |
Are Ya?
03:12
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Are Ya? (3:12)
there's a note up on the desk,
i don't know when I'm gonna see you next.
left behind my home,
broke down on I-80 tired and stoned.
holy heathens in season,
gas station treason,
"our country first" is pretty funny.
are ya having a great life?
are ya hanging up the fights?
are ya breathing a little easier knowing,
that I am nothing?
i am nothing.
i am nothing.
are ya having a great life?
or ya takin' up all the time, dressing up another argument for dinner time?
what we talking about guns for?
how is there no brochure highlighting places to bury 'em?
is it hard to be
is it hard to be
is it hard to be nothin'?
must be hard.
i won't believe that the love is gone,
all of the roving is only talk.
take me to rivers of brass and sun,
starting to seize up unholy.
well I'm wondering what it's like,
if I was anything but white,
crying while I stare at my two felines.
so I give them dinner.
so I'll give them dinner.
so I'll give them dinner, here ya go.
i won't believe that the love is gone,
all of the roving was only talk.
capture my daughters in the rolling sun,
starting to seize up all holy.
one more picture to lay down in the garden,
darlin' it's us standing in the garden.
i can't believe that we're the only ones, starting to seize up all holy.
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7. |
Country Boy
02:56
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Country Boy (2:55)
if I was a cowgirl,
how'd you look at me?
show me the difference.
if I was a worker, fit to break a steed,
would you let me in here, maybe?
if I was a cowgirl in 1893,
i'd settle in here...maybe.
saw some sort of wicken speaking to the streams,
i saw her handle the wind here,
you put her likeness on butter.
if I had a mountain that followed both my feet,
i would not paint you at the summit.
if you had a butcher,
would I buy the meat?
rather dig down a garden, surely.
if I was a cowboy in Nashville, TN,
i would sink to the bottom, heavy.
i'm a country boy.
i'm a country boy.
i'm a country boy.
if I was a worker, how do you look at me?
if I had a mountain, yeah...
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8. |
Hell Bent
03:18
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Hell Bent (3:18)
i'm a cursed version,
of a certain virgin.
are the god's in heat?
i will pass the peace,
i will pass the ball to be a co-hero.
i ain't gonna get no award tonight.
i won't salt the wounds,
i was up to leave it all to be,
baby i was ill.
there's a lady, there's a lady in this room asking when i last smoked weed,
but it's hard to see.
holy smokes, all smokes are holy.
i was hell bent forever on making it to the gate of a heaven.
now, i'm hell bent forever on holding the curvature of the face.
all the snake oil in my hair is washed out,
hypocrisy of it all.
there's a little deer looking,
she's looking through the brush,
and she's staring at me.
it softens me.
i will let her morph into a lone merino,
while i'm tellin' you i'm evergreen.
it's all nature for me now,
found resolve in the Buck Moon,
in the Buck Moon.
there's a lady, there's a lady in this room asking when i last knelt knees but it's hard to see.
all the snake oil in my hair is washed out,
hypocrisy of it all.
all the end times, the terror, the worship,
the sacrifice of it all.
i was hell bent forever on making it to the gate of a heaven.
now, i'm hell bent forever on holding the curvature of your face.
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9. |
Hex
03:02
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Hex (3:02)
is the news by the truth?
i was never gonna kneel down,
i wouldn't key 'er up, nah.
except for the reasons i would've re-upped
i wasn't speaking on.
at light down,
i will seek trout by a river alone,
i wasn't keepin' on.
and i relapse,
i wouldn't re-cap,
i wouldn't weep over my dead body, yeah.
underneath my lid i would roam,
faded up on the cabinet.
and oh, i wouldn't mind it on my own,
Pennsylvania's alive!
unpacking my shit off the road,
your mornings and rednecks in line.
and oh, i couldn't bind it all the runes
to coat up carpets to climb.
underneath my lid i would roam,
faded up on the cabinet.
and oh, i wouldn't mind it on my own,
Pennsylvania's alive!
unpacking my shit off the road,
your mornings and rednecks in line.
and oh, i couldn't bind it all the runes
to coat up carpets to climb.
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10. |
Dying In Pennsylvania
04:49
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Dying In Pennsylvania (4:50)
never thought i'd get back to the land,
that i'm breaking with my hands,
where my granddad found cancer.
never thought i'd wake up in a bed where my lover lays her head,
never thought i'd get that for a minute.
now i'm gonna lay back and cry,
watch the fire as it dies in the backyard by the plants.
all my friends are walking home, are they drunk or are they stoned?
who knows, maybe it's a sign.
that i'm sick of all the noise ringing in my head,
this is how we mend it.
oh the things that i would do,
just to fall upon the news; Wizard Pills ain't dead.
instead he's out hidin' in the woods never feedin' fish,
for god knows you're just losing your line.
no need to hang down your head,
i was gonna leave you all for dead,
now i'm just losing my mind.
'cause i'm sick of the noise,
ringing in my head.
this is how we mended it.
guitar.
one day i'll lay down and die,
watch the fire as she cries in the backyard by the mana.
by all the plains and all the trees,
well i'm ripping up my knees as i bow to them freely.
no need to hang down your head,
now we're gonna put it all to bed out in the woods of Pennsylvania.
'cause i'm sick of the noise,
ringing in my head.
this is how we mend it.
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