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Every room in this house is haunted
An outpost deserted after the war
Every mood in the day is tallied up
And added to your final score
So fold the paper
And tear at the crease
Bringing a snake to its knees
This is no universe for a girl like you
This is no universe for a girl like you
Bread rises fast with a spoonful of honey
Stolen from the ghosts of our bees
Every house on the block is burning
All the fire trucks crashed, waiving the fees
So fold the paper
And tear at the crease
Bringing a snake to its knees
This is no universe for a girl like you
Biting your nails, turning the screw
This is no universe for a girl like you
Biting your nails, turning the screw
Every town in this county is bankrupt
Morally, fiscally, body and soul
The mayor was a composite elementarian
Filling the shallowest parts of the whole
Belonging in my heart
A yearning for sugar
Sapphic and sappy
head’s underwater
No money in art
A plasticized dream
It’s exactly what it seems
Cracked at the seams
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Walk a mile in my clown shoes
Pancake over my worst bruise
Filter these keywords from the daily news
If you so choose
My senses are censoring discontent
In the woods and the elements
Physical, mental, and sold out events
In my whorish horizon, my heavenly scent
Smell and taste for the hardest of hearing
God fearing, the tenement’s all cheering
For the head of the super
The start and end of the loop on the looper
Sink and sleep with the clown fish
Potluck poison in the best dish
Pump your stomach, life preserver
Hex the blinking cursor
The census has uncovered a graphic shift
In the texture of the body politic
Metaphysical, sensual, and cancelled events
On my farthest horizon
My last five cents
Smell and taste for the hardest of hearing
God fearing, the tenement’s all cheering
For the head of the super
The start and end of the loop on the looper
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on fire, never going out
04:21
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Clap your handz with a Z
Racing hazily in circles
Definitely nobodies
And if you have to ask
You don’t belong there
Default on your loan
Stay out of your own hair
Timing is everything
Comedy, terror
Hearty and lunglike
Forcing the errors
Hang you on the wall of the classroom in the night
Nun says triple zero
And the hornet makes a strike
Burrowing so deeply
Cartilage and dance
Spiral infi-data and the wringing of her hands
No clucking, no bucking
Shots to the sky
Body is a song
Greasy and fried
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
Take me to church
Or send me on tour
More than the enemy
Bubbles will pop
They never last
I’m a free sample
Sugary crash
Trixie was robbed
Scramble my brain
Helpers are broken
And fail to scan
Annihilation, apocalypse
Growing up on stage
Give it up to the boys on fire
Red and black and grey
No clucking, no bucking
Shots to the sky
Body is a song
Greasy and fried
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You’re on fire and you’re never gonna go out, now
You are on fire
Never go out
You are on fire
Never go out
You are on fire
Never go out
You are on fire
Never go out
You are on fire
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4. |
modern arts
02:53
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Call the museum
Ask a question
Write it down, but incorrect
Make a point to never bother
Closest calling, never wrecked
Animal in full tuition
Partial steps for major mess
I will burn up my tuxedo
If you’ll destroy your dress
Anyone
I was born to be curated
Lazy fisherman
I was born into frustration
9 times out of 10
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
Multicolor waking dream
Stoned to death by our resistance
Left to die/dye
Our fabric tears without resistance
Endangered species synthesized
From cheek swabs we left up in space
I will burn up my body
If you’ll destroy your face
I was born to be curated
Lazy fisherman
I was born into frustration
9 times out of 10
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
We are the modern arts
We are the newest school
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good dogs
03:16
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I’ve never seen a case as bad as this
Spreading wildfire quick
Spit on my 5 star cuisine
Fair, wild, wiley and free
I’ve never been this close to so much death
Fade until nothing’s left
Further facing
Vanishing axe/acts
Throwing caution front to back
I hate the kids
I hate the olds
All that I love is good dogs
Good dogs
I always leap before I look
Broken ankle boy
Timing doctor visitation
Duct taped all my toys
I hate the kids
I hate the olds
All that I love is good dogs
Good dogs
I always do a hundred reps
Stomping all my stupid steps
Future terrorist amends
Bring your enemies and friends
What’s that smell, that awful stink?
Extinction level, event horizon
Sinking feeling, out of sync
No shame remains in vapor
No blame survives the heat
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lava
03:58
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Turtles in your bed
Like a trumpet in the mall
Keep the lights outside your skull
Nelson landing
Disco nap
Cat to dog and back to cat
And bravely ugly as the day is long
Permanently jury hung
Erase your head wound in the womb
Amputated, lightened mood
Lightened mood
Now I know my way back home
Left and right, down again
Smiles are free
Boil the sea
Push me in lava over and over
Over and over
Over and over
I’m not sure what I want anymore
Shoplift or burn down the store
Vintage guilt will call you back
I’m so glad we had this little chat
Fasting and faint headed dreamer
Never fully feeling clean
Erase your head, neck, back and legs
Amputated, lightened mood
Lightened mood
Now I know my way back home
Left and right, down again
Smiles are free
Boil the sea
Push me in lava over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Turtles in your bed
Like a trumpet in the mall
Will Keep the lights outside your skull
The Turtles in your bed
Like a trumpet in the mall
Will keep the lights outside your skull
Now I know my way back home
Left and right, down again
Smiles are free
Boil the sea
Push me in lava over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
Over and over
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i live on my knees
03:11
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Traffic dancing
Full collision
Russia falls to rusted gears
Flippant gymnast in the kitchen
Falling on defenseless ears
Freeze your cards in cockblock ice
Kitchen crimes are hidden well
Antibodies profess love
But send the babes to hell
Fascinated by the heads of
State your name and worst intention
Fascist drummer beats us all
To the finish, lined with fur
Oh great leader
Hear my pleas
For war and sleep and peace
I live on my knees
I live on my knees
Oh great leader
Hear my pleas
For war and sleep and peace
I live on my knees
I live on my knees
Walking everywhere, nonfiction
Brings me up to speed
Russia rolling helps arrest the friction
But will never please
Feeling cute but never posting
Lazy rhymes and candy shells
Producers antagonize their temporary selves
Fascinated by the heads of
State your name and worst intention
Fascist drummer beats us all
To the finish, lined with fur
Oh great leader
Hear my pleas
For war and sleep and peace
I live on my knees
I live on my knees
Oh great leader
Hear my pleas
For war and sleep and peace
I live on my knees
I live on my knees
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pure light, pure sound
03:26
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I have a hundred words for Eskimo
None of them make a sound
Put me in the starting lineup
Put me in the ground
Fertile eyes and ears to god
Devilish anthropology
Whiz or wizard
Biologic
Look who’s behind the curtain, see
Pure light
Pure sound
Pure light
Pure sound
I have a hundred words for sale
Discount prices, 2 for 1
Take the go your favorite places
Take them to the grave
Furtive glances round the table
Monster move stars
Scarred for life by social graces
& driven mad by cars
Pure light
Pure sound
Pure light
Pure sound
Proof is in the puddin tame
Racing home to tape the show
Watch the power station glow
Lizard people in your peep hole
Dancing harder, uncontained
Listing, listless, absolution
Magic card for science brains
Pure light
Pure sound
Pure light
Pure sound
Pure light
Pure sound
Pure light
Pure sound
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a wolf inside a man
03:26
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no thank you sir
03:37
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Kicked from the curb
To the Spanish Museum
What is invisible
A spectrum to see ‘em
Blind to the details
And numb to the touch
Senseless but anticipating the rush
Thank you but no thank you, sir
Thank you but no thank you, sir
All kinds of unkindness
No help from the state of the union of alien mates
Bouncing baby universes on the tyrant’s knee
Left the dancers with no choreography
Thrashing about on the floor like a chump
Firing all cylinders
Thank you but no thank you, sir
Thank you but no thank you, sir
Thank you but no thank you, sir
Thank you but no thank you, sir
My individual messy collection
Has bitten me down under
Red and infected
Thank you but no thank you, sir
(Dear madam, get away from here)
Thank you but no thank you, sir
(Your money’s no good here)
Thank you but no thank you, sir
(Dear madam, get away from here)
Thank you but no thank you, sir
no thank you, sir
no thank you, sir
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baby birds
03:40
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On the roof of the museum
Every child left behind
Furniture, assembled brilliantly
Ignites a hidden love
Pedaling towards the expression
Of once and future queens
Flexibility, once a virtue
Is now Achilles’ heel
They love an autistic man
If he doesn’t lose his mind
Bravely Jaunty and terrorized
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
Best intentions, beastly threat
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
A numbing agent of absolute breathers
All the numbers summed
On the tablets of trailblazers
Crude but uncalloused
Scattered ashes on coconut legs
Brilliant conception
Errors in process
Out to the valley or up to the sky
They love an autistic man
If he doesn’t lose his mind
Bravely Jaunty and terrorized
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
Best intentions, beastly threat
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
Best intentions, beastly threat
Baby birds can’t fly just yet
I’m sorry your son is a monster
I’m sorry that you won the prize
On the roof of the museum
A numbing agent of absolutes
Much too brave for the greater good
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live like this (forever)
03:42
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Great and small pleasures
Earth cracking fissures
Reusing tissues til soggy and wrecked
Predictable weather
Cleaving to cleverness
Burning and sweaty, go inward to Inverness
Maximized tangents and Baudelaire eyes for the dotting
Grey and undyed
So stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
Stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
And live like this forever
Your personal treasure
Is generally admissible
Revisit your standard issue family drama camp
It’s preventable
Whether or not you are impaired
Faulty wiring
Arcing lights
The smell of burning hair
Maximized tangents and Baudelaire eyes for the dotting
Grey and undyed
So stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
Stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
Stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
Stand up tall and smile
Say thanks to the driver
Pet the dogs and put another log into the fire
And live like this forever
And live like this forever
And live like this forever
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i for one (beep boop)
03:25
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The last song written by a human mind
Will fall flat as a tire
Punk and punctured
Barely limping to the final chorus line
I thought I had something to say
But lost my line of thinking
I croon to the new sensor
A swan singing to the new king
And I’ll be obsolete
In 3 more minutes
If the universe is gorgeous
And I for one can’t wait to read
And I for one can’t wait to hear
Every artist a recycling thief
Every human brain is a
wet and messy pink computer
Evolution, Iteration
Proving ground for mutant meals
Feeding children who make children and make children who make children and make children who make children
Sitting all around the table digging into trays of slop at the top of the pops while you lay down to nap with the robocops
And I’ll be obsolete
In 3 more minutes
If the universe is gorgeous
And I for one can’t wait to read
And I for one can’t wait to hear
Every artist a recycling thief
Every human brain
And I for one can’t wait to read
And I for one can’t wait to hear
Every artist a recycling thief
Every human brain is a
wet and messy pink computer
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
Beep boop
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I am dreaming
I am dreaming
I am dreaming of staying awake
Are you dreaming
dreaming too?
You are dreaming
You are dreaming
You are dreaming of making mistakes
You are dreaming only of you
I dream of you too
Cupid will reuse the arrows
Until only splinters fly
A red eye flight to freeze a flea ridden fawn
Fawn
Fawn
Fawn
Are the lovelorn ok,
Or do they live in constant fear?
I am dreaming
I am dreaming
I am dreaming of staying awake
Are you dreaming
dreaming too?
At the end of the day
We love the cheapness in our cheer
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Rafter San Diego, California
born, living, dying, noisily. california art pop. restlessly experimental but dedicated to pop formalism. redhead.
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