1. |
Re: Repeat (Preface)
00:36
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ignite: flame runs up the match. My fingers feel
nothing. Carbon and sulfur fill my nose;
inhale...nothing
Is pleasure absence of pain?
Is pain absence of the former?
I might say ”this feels good,” but lately my credibility’s in decline. We'll see.
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2. |
Oh Hey (Introductions)
00:46
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[instrumental]
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3. |
I Can Be There
03:49
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can you even tell i’ve been trying to take this slow?
everyone else knows it’s so goddamn obvious to them
i can’t even tell what’s happening behind your eyes
everyone else knows when i’m so stuck inside my head
in your bed ooh it gets so hard to hold it in
i’ve been dying to tell you everything
but i don’t know if it’d be fair
to put that shit on you yet
in your bed ooh, can you taste the tension?
let me nibble off thickening air
my love is filling up with disrepair
it tastes so irony I don't care
so long as
i can be there
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4. |
Love Rocket (Blast)
03:00
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Oxygen excited breathes life into the engine
exhales carbonous clouds of energy into our wake
Incinerate! Propel to where we aim
We break the sky. Atmosphere sets fire,
but we tear right through. Enter orbit after burning.
Oxidized black powder breathes life into the engine
exhales the sun in our wake; a mistaken calculation
to empty space’s endless range.
As the stars spin around us (spin around us),
consciousness slowly goes.
Erased; eyes draw up a blank
Event horizon...
Sirens sing inward spin...
tripped the event…
pulled into the void crushing...
You and i just might...
Mass confusion in our eyes...
Mirrored spheres we roll
to singularity we freeze
Oxygen and water knead life out of the body and
exhale our combusted hearts as we slowly turn to ash.
Come precious stardust: we are one at last.
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5. |
Game of Cat and Rat
05:42
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There is nothing to eat in this gutter
Scan the asphalt for what i need when I’m seen
But i was too focused on my needs
But then i freeze
with Your shadow cast over me
i shudder when i
See your teeth show; i could die
All from across the alleyway, our eyes
Scurry to the drain
Kitty caught up to block my way
Ohhhh fuck…
Kitty is foaming at the mouth and
This rat wants to get off the street
Teeth sink into insides
Sink your teeth into my sides
My eyesight gets distorted
as you shake side to side
Convulse in your mouth
i squirm around
Stream down while filling up
Your will is enough for me
Sink your teeth into my sides
My blood pumps harder and harder
as you squeeze so fucking tight
I sink into you deep inside
You make me melt away
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[insturmental]
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a boy of few words caught salty wind with his sail
to his empty cave: splash waves out from its mouth
crash onto Sandra’s shores a little further each time
as he approaches the sand mortar walls of a child’s pail kingdom
she’s holding steady atop her tower of stone and broken beach glass
the queen of plentiful ruined “compulsing” relations
he hooks a rampart, climbs up her wall
still she waits holding drawn, a shot through his heart drops him in horror
beauty kills with thick adorned lips: kiss of death
cuts right through the line he has gone fishing for
complementary reactions a plenty; ruined “compulsing” relations
she twists a hole in his chest
throws off her wall to watery ditch
can’t breathe underwater
can’t breathe; losing water
bleed out; clouded water
now; away light fades
plentiful obsessions turn compulsive reactions
to your bliss, full of my “compulsing” relations
stabbed my sappy black and blue ways
ruined cum, pulse is fleeting
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[instrumental]
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9. |
A Song fer Yer Leave
03:05
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you left town today to find a better place
away from midway across the country to stoke up in the cancerous sun
you’ve escaped our windy clutches
i don’t wanna be by preachy hippies
who can’t even smell their own
shit for brains got caught dealing
weeds grow through the cracks in the sidewalk
now that you’re gone
you left yesterday to find a better place
away from midway across the country to turn summer blistering cold
you’ve lived there for a day; i’m broken for a day; remember that time i got Skol-faced?
vomited all over the bathroom floor stumbled backward and cracked the wall
feels kind of like that now that you’re gone or maybe (the hangover) it feels more like the day after (split my head in two)
the day after...yeah, let’s go with that
How’s left coast today? No coast to ride my waves
I'm glad you got away before the leaves changed
Colors for the rest of us
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I could make it alone
But it would be sweet
If you were with me
I could make it alone
But it would be sweet
Though you just met me
We'd love simply
Simply living
Our lives together
I could make it alone
But it would be sweet
If you were with me
Put more simply
Me compliment you
You compliment me
With your style and prose
With your poise and your pose
I think that we go
Together like peanut butter
And jelly spread on bread
Hot bulb flashes again
and again
Me compliment you compliment me
Compliment you compliment me
Compliment you compliment me
Compliment we: complimentary
I could make it alone
But it would be sweet
If you were with me
Put more simply
Got our styles and clothes
I'll pull yours off slow
I'll get yours off slow
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