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A Smugglers Bible
02:30
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She’s not the man
She will never be a man, not in disguise
I don’t wanna see you out at night
I don’t wanna see you out in surprise
It’s just a little bit
She’s not the boy
She will never be a boy, that’s her demise
I don’t wanna see you crying online
I don’t wanna see you crying all the time
It’s just a little bit of fat and heart attack
I scratched a little bit, but not much, now I’m back
It’s just a little bit of fat and heart attack
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Orange
02:57
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Orange is the new black redhead blue
Orange is the glue that rips me in two
Orange is the food that keeps me moving
Orange is the new black redhead blue
I don’t want you, you don’t want me
You don’t want me in me
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My Middle Ages
03:36
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When I was eight, silver turned to gray
and I felt nauseous when I ate
At eighteen, sound would fill the room
But I had nothing left to say
So we went inside, we could see the bottom of a hill that way
So we went outside, we could see the widows wandering away
I was made middle aged
Born not on the same page
If you could think of rules that you could give me
Then I’d gladly take the bait
Luckily, our extended family had given us a place to stay
So went inside, baking banana bread for all the firemen
When it’s dark outside, we can smell the sulfur of their pulverized remains
I was made middle aged
Born not on the same page
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Black Redhead
03:09
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An icy KY, a doctor comes inside
An over emetic MD, patiently piloting me
Pouring cement on my feet, jump in the river to see you silent
2012
In bed, not fed, black redhead
Pillhead, black redhead
In bed, not fed, pink pillhead
So dead, unfed, black redhead
Making the least of the most
Savor the smoke of the dead
Rubber the roses and roots
Ripping the ropes off my neck
Swim in an ocean of glass
Catching up with you fast, and I can
2012
In bed, well fed, black redhead
Undead pink pillhead
Well fed, in debt, black redhead
Undead, so dead, well kept bed
Black redhead
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5. |
I Gotchu There
03:01
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I gotchu there there’s not even a stair that we won’t go
I’d like to run there in a mineral air
I gotchu there there’s not even a stair that we can’t go
Shot in a dare by your penitent heirs
But if you told me to stop, then I’d stop
talking and I’d be the only one who’d know
I gotchu there got a hundred million stairs we can go
Combing my hair with umbilical care
Canvass the land and command all the puppets to stand
Breaking the band, I clap my mannequin hands
But if you told me to stop, then I’d stop
talking and I’d be the only one who’d know
And if I told you to stop, then you’d stop
talking and you’d be the only who’d know
I gotchu there there’s not even a stair that we won’t go
I’d like to run there in a mineral air
I gotchu there there’s so many many stairs we will go
Life is up there, but we’ll make it so lovely down here
But when I told you to stop, you wouldn’t stop
laughing but now I’m the only one
So when I tell you to stop, then you’ll stop
talking and I’ll be the only one who knows
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We Never Talked About It
03:32
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She knows never to bleed on the seam
He knows never to strike on the screen
She knows when you were mean, I was watching
My light had gone out for a walk, but you had a match
and lit up the last of my smokes, you took all that I gave
We never talked about it or lipped about it
We never talked about it
Don’t you wish we did?
Gray matter secedes in front of a screen
But I am watching you nightly
All of your looks and horrible things that I’ve seen
Go up your nose and down in a hole
We never talked about it or lipped about it
We never talked about it dare mention it
We never talked about it or lipped about it
We never talked about it or lipped about it
We never talked about it or lipped about it
and now I wish we did.
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Little Satchels
02:50
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Green briefcase blues, avoid security
Along the aisles I run and cast the kids away
I could ask a question but you don’t know my name
Pink songs, red books, blueprints on MTV
Collect all currency
Tucked inside the basket, it’s all free to me
I could ask a question but I don’t know what I need
Little satchels, pale kids that pray for rain
Goosebumps books I’ll never read
But all the stores are gone in gated NYC
Simplify the question, do you know what I need?
Pirates steal, winners reel, newspapers peel
Collapsing in the streets
DVDs, CDs, LPs mean so much to me
I could ask a question but don’t you know my name?
Walking back, take a cab back home
Sit inside and watch TV
Megastore mania, we got so much for free
No more asking questions, just please don’t make us leave!
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Whenever I See You Mild
03:05
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Whenever I’m walking down the street, I turn around
Whenever I see you mild
Whenever I’m talking with my teeth, I grind them down
Whenever I see you mild
It’s alright now, just be K
Just say you promise I’m not afraid yet
Whenever I see you mild
Remember when I left you in the leaves?
I burned the ground
Forever it’s been a while
If I could leave this time and place, I’ll stick around
Whenever I see you mild
I don’t want to walk that way
OK, I’m not afraid that you won’t win
I’m so afraid that
You will lock again, I will knock again
You will lock again, I will knock again
You will lock again, I will knock again
You will lock again, you will never knock again
Whenever I see you mild
Many years ago I knew you but I do not wish that we’d never met before this I’d be one to talk to you and me both so happy in this house where we met A100 colored couches rain purple golden hues across face I’d forgotten how to sing but you taught me all those days I missed you.
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Something In My Eye
02:53
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I kinda wanna I kinda wanted to say
I saw something something in my eye
Wasps and Windex drinking orange wine
I really wanna I really wanted to say
I saw something I said nothing
Drones are buzzing flashing in my eye
Row row row row row row row row
I feel salty something in my mind
An orange present is hiding from my eye
I saw something I’
No no no no no no no no
Row row row row row row row row no
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White Noise
04:50
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All the colors of my room
Fly recorders watching you
All the colors of my room
Photobooth is watching you
Lightning bugs could be camera eyes
Watch them call and cover in disguise
All the colors of my room
I can hear you talking too
All the colors of my room
I know you’re in on it too
All I think is spent and sick
Orange tablets made me quit
Paranoia and fear
It’ll only be a couple of years
Hold me near and flow my tears
It’ll only be a couple of years
Stuck inside the walls of my room
Don’t you hear me too?
Talk about you all the time and everything they will find
Can’t you hear me too?
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