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Prom Music From Hell
02:42
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You're so sweet,
But what an enigmatic piece of meat.
I guess it's not a waste of time
For me
Your words struck
and I chewed them over all flummoxed
I think I think
Too much
And my thoughts
Rain down like a fusillade of rocks
And it weighs me down
I'm all fucked up
You're so sweet,
But how many of your friends do I have to please
before I get to feel
All of your heat?
You're so sweet,
But it could all be your deceit.
I guess I'll have to wait around
And see
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2. |
Many Thanks
02:41
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Glued to a couch in a house I want out of
Surrounded by stale mates I used to be proud of
Tiptoeing 'round quips next to best friends that spit
At your feet then retreat to their dens of deceit.
While a glorious chorus recites songs of spite
And their throats shred to shite in one beautiful fanfare of
Light the way to guide me safe
Through frays of now and yesterday
Fight the angst of 'morrow's change.
Many thanks man, many thanks.
So I detach and scratch up the stairs and I roam
'Round through rooms filled with palindromes:
Racecar beds, booby boobs
And out in the street, there's a million feet
Slappin down the concrete - potholes shaped like shoes.
Flash to the basement with masks on their faces
The whole faction wrapped in blank expressionless planks and
They hang from the trees, monkeys chuggin' old antifreeze
Slurring about the span of life's possibilities like
"Will the answers searched be shown?
Will these fair-weather friends be known?"
When all is said in done I know I'd much rather die alone.
So go and have at it, spew anti-pragmatic
Drunken and dramatic dreck, pounding your chest.
And I'll be there come morning passed out in a corner
The epitome of a pitiful libational
Mess-ages from desperate kids
Bombard my makeshift bathtub bed.
I fake my death and break from rank.
So many thanks, man, many thanks.
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Coincidence
03:01
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Ghosts cloaked in quotes
Let the dead rest alone in death
Life echoes
On it goes
On it goes.
Fault from the wish to exist
With a purpose, it's
Chaotic hit or miss coincidence.
Fret not my pet for this
Perplexing mess will
Come to make sense seconds
Before it ends.
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4. |
High Hopes
02:09
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5. |
Subterranean Games
03:06
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Here he comes riding his trike down the street
Rear left wheel squeaking like baby birds tweet
Back to their houses the kiddies retreat
A single tear slips down his white painted cheek.
He honks on his horn as he pedals through town
And waves unreciprocated to the crowd.
He sits in the park with nobody around
Spinning alone on the merry-go-round.
And out on the playground the children all stare
They snicker and jeer at his balding red hair.
He tried to make new friends but no one would dare
So he'll just meet them all later in their nightmares.
It may be wise for them to think twice
Before knocking him down.
I've seen the look in his blue shadowed eyes
When they call him a clown.
Today the rain's driving down hard on his head
He crafts him a boat and says "To hell with these kids",
And sails down the curb to a drain for sewage
In that dark desolation he decides to live.
He masters the pipelines like Lewis and Clark
Speeding beneath the old town in the dark.
Above unbeknowing kids play in the park,
Soon they will pay for their ruthless remarks.
Surprise it's Pennywise,
Appearing as their deepest fears.
It's safe to play subterranean games.
They all float down here.
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6. |
Drug Addict's Teddy
02:32
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There is nothing underneath my skin.
Not a brain or conscience.
I think exactly what you want me to
and I'm furry.
The transparencies blowing out your face
They worry me. They worry
Everyone that is close to you...
Come hug me.
That boy that comes around, Mr. Scratchy.
He worries me. He worries
You. You know he really does,
But I'm not enough.
What will happen when you take too much?
Will all be well or will I
Be stored in some cardboard box
and you in wood?
All your tears make me squishy,
But I love you and you can
Squeeze me as hard as you want.
I'm here for you.
I hope that you land on your feet
And as you grow old I'll be
There hunched in my little chair,
Making you smile.
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7. |
Happy Day
02:12
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In a little while we will breathe
Rainbows out our mouths
Towards the summer breeze.
In a little while we will breathe.
Sooner or later we'll lay flat.
Supine towards the sky,
The winds taking our hat.
Sooner of later we'll lay flat.
And as we hold our hands together,
I pray to the lord they get stuck forever.
Then all of our days will be better.
Sometime down the line we will scrape our knees.
I see down your throat
Straight to your spleen.
Sometime down the line we will scrape our knees.
I'll never throw this day away.
Now the moons blue light
Shines our way.
I'll never throw this day away.
And as we lay our heads to rest,
Your back pressed firmly to my chest,
The nights prelude sets up the next
Happy day.
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8. |
Goodbyeee
03:12
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Hullabaloo
So lewd
Would you all just shut the fuck up?
Bereaved of peace
I'll sink my teeth
In you
Dreams of strings
Interweaved
Seaming your lips
I shred all the heads
But the beaks still speak
Taunting me
Wolf ticket, crooks,
Self-help books
My stomach itches my throat
It seeps through my teeth
and the creeks
Pour out my ears
While all of you brawl
I'll claw
Straight to my heart
As death takes my breath
I'll smile
Miles among miles
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Euphorazine
01:13
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In the spring when things awake from dead
And I'd bring you down that riverbed
Where we sat and shared that shiny red
Can of coke.
Then we walked home with just our bare feet
While dusk draped dimness down your street
And all those fireworks scared your dog so she
Ran on home.
We laid in that ditch to avert the cars
As we both saw our first shooting star
And inspected our respective scars
'Til you won.
When that molten lava summer came
And we bled ice cream and sweat lemonade
And your brother let that tidal wave
In your yard.
All those butterflies in my stomach cried
To vomit my heart from inside,
But those vital words just up and died
In my gut.
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10. |
Plooplop
01:00
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Pink lungs
Pink lungs burnin'
Slipped tongues
Twist and turnin'
Her gum rolls around trading orificeses
Forced love, the courting of the porpoiseses.
She says she says
She says she's got a curfew tonight.
She says she says
She's gotta get home on time.
Pink lungs
Pink lungs burnin'
Her first butts
Said her daddy smokes Winstons.
Pink lips open up for my fingertips.
She insists that this isn't what she envisioned.
She says she says
She says she's got a curfew tonight.
She says she says
She's gotta get home on time.
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I might have to hide
I might have to hide
When your mom flounces amid spit
From one her fogyish diatribes
It worries me
I'm worried
You have her eyes and maybe inclined
To grow oldfangled and fubsy
Pathetic
I'm pathetic
I should zip out the door, leaving you whores,
But your body's magnetic
What did I do?
What did I do?
To be stuck with you daffies, looking all tatty,
I must vamoose
Why don't you both just shut up and waltz?
Then you wouldn't look like a pile of dross
Maybe some Chopin will keep your mouths from opening
What can I say?
What can I say?
She loves me and holds me
But this fucking shit happens everyday
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13. |
Lovies
01:20
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You can't love just one
Love them all
You'll be sky high copping a ride
On a big cannonball
Until it plummets
Right where you want to be
The world is always there for you
Even if you're traveling straight through the blue
And if you can love somebody just like you
Good for you
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