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In Jest
04:09
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I think I might be sick
Yeah I do - I'm coughing baby
Or maybe I'm just tired
Hit the snooze
I yawn too often baby
I think I might be dead
I don't know - let me check the coffin baby
Or maybe I'm just bored
A bored stiff - take a whiff of the carcass baby
I feel like a creep
Like a fiend that never sleeps
The birds are just waking
I wonder what kind of pills they're taking
To get a good nights rest
Something said in jest
I wonder what kind of risk I'm taking
I think I might be god
I can hold lightning rods - I'm awesome baby
Or maybe I'm just man
So confused
Of the land - exhausted baby
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I hit a bird on the highway with my car
I got sick to my stomach as it fell unto the tar
I couldn't help thinking in a way we've got things wrong
I got sick to my stomach I was nervous all night long
I shot a bird on the river with a gun
I got sick to my stomach as it's blood began to run
I couldn't help thinking it had sang it's final song
I got sick to my stomach I was nervous all night long
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3. |
Between Flowers
03:43
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I value my curses
They live under glass, when I feed them the feeling disperses
I show them to my guests
They peer through a slit to a shelf in the pit of my chest
And I'm counting my blessings
They're pressed in a book between flowers and holiday dressings
I show them to my kin
They flip through the pages but don't understand where I've been
I'm aware of my errs/heirs
They appear in my dreams which then quickly become nightmares
I show them to myself on the back of my eyelids
I'm sure it's no good for my health
My karma is my religion
You've got a cross, what does it mean to you?
You dharma is your decision
But when you're lost what does it do for you?
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4. |
The Southern Bay
04:26
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Bless your soul, you tried
But the ship you're on has died
You are stranded out in space
Kiss your cat goodbye
Wipe the tear from it's third eye
You've abandoned his sweet face
Bless your heart - it froze
There are crystals on your clothes
There is frost bite on your nose
A mother watching prays
As you float on gamma rays
You're approaching a black hole
And what's left to say?
Just command your fleet to open the southern bay
Salute and you nod
You were miles from home
Now you're one step closer to God
Isn't it sweet to feel incomplete?
It's odd and discreet
It makes you question everything
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5. |
A Cabal
03:19
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You've got that look of a worm on a hook
And you have the heart of a car that won't start
It takes twenty five minutes to get there
Twenty five minutes ago you should have left home
Everyone's already gone
Their party was fun
They did things without you
There were streamers all over the yard
The party was hard
They were talking about you as if you're already practically dead
And maybe you are if that's what they said
You see...
They're here to enlighten you
A cabal - it should frighten you
You've got the swag of a brown paper bag
And you've got the charm of a burn on the arm
It took twenty five seconds to get there
Twenty five seconds ago you should have let go
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