1. |
we've lost the plot
02:24
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we lost the plot
we've all forgot
we've led astray
and the ashes are all trayed
skeptics in a meadowy prose
dredges in a foundry of stoves
pillow dilettantes and crash pin kings
hold on, to all the strains, that you can focus
ON!
ON!
we're all embossed
stuck in the cross
hands over feet
and bones remanded at all costs
(break)
babies in artillery lines
equestrians with corduroy minds
paperclip economy rows
implausible perennial groves
drop.
toss.
wait.
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2. |
one min rock
01:13
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what i wanted to say
is spew my heart like avalanches
what i wanted to do
is cut my teeth on fell abraxas
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
when the garments are shakes
bait the cuffs and cut the parlay
skew the parliament skates
echo wide like an apartment
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
i'm no ledger
im no beggar
i'm no ledger!
im no beggar!
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
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3. |
two planks of jim
02:52
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( intro improv )
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh x2
when do all these debts unfold
into an imaginable afford
cause your head's full of dirty clothes
and arrive with eyes full of salt
you're a trailer trash devoroe
sworn fleece sewn emory board
can't believe that your suit is worn
in a bundle left bastardly born
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh x4
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4. |
country of creeps
02:08
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i took out my bible
paring compasses and crooked rain
skipped out on my metrocard
i ain't got time for all these plastic frames
country of creeps, country of creeps
ha! ha!
country of creeps
ahhhhhhh
x2
strange blades with half hair
scarves dressed down to sediments-
annie hall strip mine
pathological esquires
whirlwind sacrificial monotone
with drillbit fines
so suave behind these lames
with their crackerjack shorts
and meat hooks
cheap wine
lapdance colonial re-refine
scarce to the bone diggers
and fingerling attaches
i rode my bicycle
through the wherewith strains and stalemate puns
beside myself, all the rusted metal seesaws
country of creeps, country of creeps
ha! ha!
country of creeps
ahhhhhhh
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5. |
to where which is no end
02:35
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6. |
stifle treaty mascots
02:18
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run it along
like you used to say
keep it aloft when you find the strays
oh i declare to conjure
all the markings of a crow
jars and needle-worth
run it around these curbs
i know- tainted love
we fold
the same
laundered jaws of faith!
keep on, til holiday
you won't be a blade anymore
all life
as dulling im-puritan
silence,
just like i knew you would
they know
the keys aren't far from heaven
what we know
you can't be far from grace
i'll beat them
moments to the race
all swallows
you'll never be afraid!
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7. |
russian imperial heels
02:43
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hush
have you been going through winter tide
streams and the strums of the
water in hind
will they ever see me in this life
iiiiioohh ohhhhhh
they'll never row
in london pirouettes
play the crossguard canyons emblem
oh bloody fate
keep it in, play it out
feeling in the state of mind
that i find my my eyes looking through
the
blindfold of your face
can't you see it any other way?
so,
i don't be without and
i don't wanna beat around with you!
i don't want to be a blind man
living in my own selfish tomb
everyday i walk
keep finding myself
find myself
going right back
you keep on holding young mouths of change
and i wouldnt give that shit back
would you
treat me like
your father and mother would do
cause i can't keep on owning
this ordinary rue
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8. |
coventry (kill me not)
04:04
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when we move away
from this murmured graze
you're a score of thieves
no blonde remains
behind the 'trolmans reach
and darling youre to blame
washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars, before we burnt out inside
of all this masonry
im a row of teeth
scalding creeks
and childish actresses
that linger from beneath
the quiver of your balm pressed lips
washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars, before we burnt out inside
washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire
set
them
on
fire
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9. |
a didactic minuet
02:26
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starcrossed fireflies
they tend to wander like spars
in the grave
marched out in orange
denim dialed fits
and bravery trains
i am no face
i am no crime
the beds are all minuets
best fit for liars
i am no face
i am no crime
shirts all fleeting
like cars in your eyes
far behind christians
filling their vats with silverstein
the thrillists and whores appraised
counting the trailers and enemy lines
what's the matter with me? x3
one purse for the lining
pinned lips and tussles
for crass fed binds
senator sore-ly strung
up for the decorum, well lit affront
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