1. |
nsixty4
02:01
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oh Lord,
darling it started. leather lines cut in the Holy One.
your tongue's gonna feel like a favor, down in the sheets
oh Lord,
darling it started. leather lines cut in the Holy One.
your tongue's gonna feel like a favor, down in the sheets.
aahhxxx
oh no, i won't be culling. folding hands don't make the Holy Ones,
in your long lines i won't be waiting, raz ma taz lover.
aahhhhxxxxhhhhh
maybe zelda's gone too far, and the arson is all for real.
well, i'm motoring up my car.
no more reasons to terraform, we cauterized all of the Holy Ones.
in the 7 1 and a 7 i won't be running now.
i won't be running.
i won't be running, but i'll be a neighbor.
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2. |
CAKELAND
04:38
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[said, nobody runs, nobody gets hurt. you're a fool my little brother.]
with the light on the table,
and the gun in the stable,
wandering how you keep it warm.
oooXXXooooXXXooo
Black Keys on the carpet
and the turntable started,
wandering how you keep it warm.
oooXXX
the lymes is acting up
but i caught it in the cold of night
never wandering how we're gonna keep it warm.
** DAMN, ARE YOU REELING RIGHT? **
as we banged into the money,
pillow questions all up on The Lamb finds,
never wandering how another pastor learned.
in your own time, on your own night,
label love.
i feel the pulled tides.
darling, i passed the old sides
of the owed fights
on your own night we holed past the front nines.
[MARVIN PONTIAC TAKES A LONG DRIVE in a small car]
+ Mmmmmmm craic lad?
|| alone.
+ How she cuttin'?
|| sure look at it, hung by mistake. Cop onto yourself.
+ With all your favor, what foot do you kick with?
a verb was coined.
|| i'm in a hape, raking past the labor. i'm gonna pale,
bail out your favor. i'm awaited; Ophelia on hooks now.
i'm gonna greet it, the hurting line.
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3. |
$60 t-shirt
03:50
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Eyes,
your eyes on the table by the navel.
I said "God forbid, I'm the sinner."
Gonna sell it in the mall.
Stone, you're savage on the table.
Stone, sell it in the mall.
Oh and honey, your lies are on that table by the maple.
and I said, "God forbid, I'm the sinner, go and sell it in the mall."
Oh and I, I'm savage on your table.
Oh and I, I feel it in the mall.
And arboretum teaching passed the summer,
go and feel it like you need it.
But I know it's like you figured, it ain't maiden.
A cold and empty loft.
Oh and I, motor your Maker by the Gator.
And eyelids coming even as you stable,
gonna sell it in the mall.
Oh and I, I'm moaning on your fader.
I feel it in the mall.
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4. |
NEA SMYRNII
03:33
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[sea singing]
hard lines,
fawning like you need it.
wide lined circle, combing through your friends.
on a high wire, towing out your carpet, stumbling through the paramind (paradigm)
falling through the Christ (cracks).
be a lake lane diver,
sing a song of gangsters,
stumbling through the paradigm,
talking through the Christ.
buses are a comin', the sermon had me hummin'
for drink in the upper town where I can't hold the math.
mauled in a fire, holding on the air.
caught up in the stricture sinking all your beer.
and i'm already off your reservation stairs,
cut up by the scissors that done your momma's hair.
[κέρατο πορνό]
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5. |
Bolth
03:15
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never gettin' outta here.
BOLTH.
high, out of my mind
i couldn't find where I wasn't right.
foremother your minds,
out of your kind or it won't be right.
dark, darken the lines
mark up an arm that's scribing your crimes.
is it mine?
ahhheeeyyxxxxxxx aahhhhhhxxxxx
hey paaa,
there ain't no symbol baby no no.
there ain't no symbol to put on my arm.
ain't no symbol to comp our love.
there ain't no symbol to scribe all my lines.
ain't no symbol to perfectly high.
ain't no symbol to pardon this ride.
ain't no symbol to losing my mind.
there ain't symbol to losing my mind.
there ain't no symbol for losing my mind.
there ain't no symbol for losing my mind.
ain't no symbol to show how you scribe.
there ain't no symbol.
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6. |
...And Also With You
03:22
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I'm a cold buyer, I'mma learn fire.
I'm a coal buyer, I'mma learn fire.
Was the Ford right? On a high wire night...
Now, honey I know it's where you're gonna find mind.
I know it's where you're gonna rye die.
I"M A COAL BUYER.
I'm gonna loan fire.
And I'm scared alright,
I'm scared for Harbor nights.
i'm a tarot for hire,
Ford buyer.
I'm a kin light.
I'mma better fight.
I'm on savior moon height,
oh no.....i'm fucked up.
and I'mma parent it's fiiiiiiiine.
on the choline by the combine,
I"M ON SAVIOR MOON HEIGHT.
[what did i find a rose for?
why did i find a rose?
what did i find a rose for?
white. did i find a rose?]
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7. |
P ano Album
02:06
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mauled in lochs,
port by your neighbor,
caught in the capers.
mauled in lochs,
porched by them neighbor,
caught in the capers.
I WON'T LIE FOR YOU.
on the reach sides,
i'm the reach sides,
on the beach sides.
on the reef sides,
on the beach sides.
on.
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8. |
Gospel of York
03:46
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oh, radio higher.
lightning comes in fiber,
moving lessons by her,
i'm reading lines.
was i wronged, by the savages in me?
seven sisters on Mercedes Bend,
i'm along, and never gonna read it right.
radio is fried.
holdin' on your carbon sides,
playin' dice.
i belong in fires, but i'm coming down high.
driving on your letter lines.
was i wronged, by the savages in me?
seven sisters on Mercedes Bend,
i'm alone, and i'm never gonna get it right.
i'm never gonna get it right.
oh i know your child.
you'd have her when you're 32.
"ooh honey, that's too late!"
i hear you hummin', by then we'll have two.
in the garden, blonde heads are runnin'
maybe one red too.
i'll read her Perfume,
if it's the last thing i do.
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