1. |
Mark Zuckerberg
04:14
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The lift lock!
Will channel change your mind.
Good morning!
Rise and shine
with the boombox!
Where mice men play inside.
In the A.M.
push the till until you die!
Nonsense
is everyone's delight.
Howling,
riding my bike
downhill
into the dark,
stoned,
feeling good!
Backwards!
Asshole!
There's no future
don't you know it!?
With your eye on the prize
while you cover it in shit!
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2. |
Retrograde
04:16
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Oh god in my gundam
I'm floating out of body;
this avatar of hands
its quiet wisdom holds me
My tongue's a jagged leaf
to leave you in a trance;
a sacred shape,
a waveform,
it's random or we're just too close...
To be sure...
I don't know?
Before I warm up,
before I'm stuck on
mystery hiccups
and holy yawns
They're good,
just not that good,
okay, they're awful!
I don't wanna hurt your feelings
but I guess you have none
Beyond all reasoning
you're a moral mountain.
You're always a high;
an avalanche,
you crush the climbers,
watch them fly!
To be sure,
I don't know?
Before I warm up,
before I'm stuck on
the downside
of your incline
That's cool n' all,
but can you tell me?
What you really think and feel?
Not what you think I wanna hear...
Here!
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3. |
Rabbits
06:01
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tumbling through fields
hlessil dig down
burrowing scrapes to escape
from the elil
digging a hole
digging a hole
underground
sentries posted on
the grounds near their young
predators prey on the prey
that can't see them
hiding away
hiding away
not a sound
mothers and daughters
and fathers and sons
thumping the earth as a
warning to others
running away
running away from
the hounds
how do they fear the sky
owls perched on branches
with wide cogent eyes
mice nibbled roots
dappled with dew
fearing claws
grass stained paws
beating hearts
spying larks,
in the creeping briar,
lives el-ahrairah
Digging and digging
and digging a hole
gathered together in hopes of survival
wondering if
wondering if
we are safe
hiding and hiding
and hiding away
blessed by the ears of the
great el-ahrairah
hoping to stay
hoping to stay
To our faith
how do they fear the sky
owls perched on branches
with wide cogent eyes
mice nibbled roots
dappled with dew
fearing claws
grass stained paws
beating hearts
spying larks
in the creeping briar
lives el-ahrairah
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4. |
Wonka Vision
04:49
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Polished,
bone encased,
the crystal yo-yo's wound,
sometimes it walks the dog
as if the dog can't walk itself
And as we spin
the prism wheel
a prison's taught
us how to feel
real mature
and practically
A player
piano
weeds this soil
seems to grow
naturally
in me
Polished we'll embrace,
when ragged we began,
portaging all of our bodies
as if not fit for this land
And as we spin
the prism wheel
a prison's taught
us how to feel
real mature
I'm practically
A player
piano
weeds this soil
seems to grow
naturally
in me...
in me!
And as we spin
our souls extinct,
our faces carved
as skating rinks,
forget the path
know the way
'Cause we spin
but you only feel it
when you dig
in your heels,
plant your toes,
see what grows,
who knows who'll grow up!
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5. |
Worse Crimes
04:49
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Reckoning is coming
it should have been here by now,
reckoning will come
beyond a shadow of a doubt
dig your grave,
say your prayers,
frankly you should be embarrassed
Reckoning is coming
it should have been here by now,
reckoning will come
beyond a shadow of a doubt
say your prayers,
dig your grave,
come on let us see your shame face
If murder is murder
is killing time a crime?
If murder is murder
is killing time a crime?
No,
it's suicide
Reckoning is coming
it should have been here by now,
reckoning will come
beyond a shadow of a doubt
dig your grave,
say your prayers,
frankly you should be embarrassed
Reckoning is coming
it should have been here by now,
reckoning will come
beyond a shadow of a doubt
say your prayers,
dig your grave,
come on let us see your shame face
If murder is murder
is killing time a crime?
If murder is murder
is killing time a crime?
No,
it's suicide
Lets play a game of missed opportunities,
lets play a game of chances lost.
Reckoning is coming
it should have been here by now,
reckoning will call me
on a shadow of doubt
dig your grave,
say your prayers...
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6. |
Offroading
07:37
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When we laugh
we go off-road
signal full range
when you say may name
now we're touching insects
the way our destiny intersects
where a boy can dream...
What a goof am I?
Connected to a hive?
Just like those dancing guys
in each city will arrive
We'll unfold,
like rows of stop signs
lead unto
nowhere to go
we'll unfold
as long lost allies!
Lead unto
nowhere to go!
What a goof am I?
Connected to a hive?
Just like those dancing guys
in each city will arrive
We'll unfold
as rows of stops signs
lead unto
trailer homes
we'll unfold
as long lost allies!
Lead unto
the fragrant rose!
What a goof am I?
Connected to her eyes?
What a kinder surprise
in each city we'll arrive
We'll unfold,
we'll unfold,
We'll unfold,
gonna grow old,
we'll unfold,
unfold,
we'll unfold!
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