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What a Drunken Bumpyhead
01:58
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Why can’t I be your favorite band
Can’t you cry yourself to sleep with me
Whispering in your ear
Why can’t I be your favorite man
I’ll keep your body warm with audible arms
I’ll be your lucky charms
I know I’m not that good
I’m a shitty singer and guitar player
But I hope that when you see me
And I hope that when you see me
You know that I’ve been there
I’ll help you fall asleep and fall in love again
And through your teeth I’ll help you smile again
I’ll kiss you on your nose
I know I’m not that good
I’m a shitty singer and guitar player
But I hope that when you see me
But I hope that when you see me
You know that I’ve been there
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2. |
Elelator
02:26
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he’s an angry comic
and the whole world loves him
he’s not dead yet yet he prays to the void
because he’s got his feet wet
she’s a masterpiece
such a sonnet on a dish
fishing for cash to catch a catch
who won’t dislike her
yeah we’re together
he’s a creepy kid
not that nice guy yeah
frustrated feelings finding nothing but a void to pray to
yeah and we’re together
she’s a selfish egg
and she wants it all
bulldozer feelings
finding nothing but impulses on her fingers
and we’re together
i’m just a novelty
just hook me on your ear
i’ll tell you the time say sweet nothing
and bust out love songs for eternity
in an elevator
it’s willing to crash
smash the brains for someone else to clean and fix us up
and back together again
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3. |
Surprise Act
01:35
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These days people are dying
Because back then they decided to live, it’s true
Hyperbollic attitudes and talks
Who cares if it works as long as it rocks
And we are waltzing in the middle of the day
And the trumpet marks the willing
And the spirits touch your face
The weather is the kind to sing about
Enough to wonder how a half an hour becomes profound
And clouds the coward’s mane
With the diction of a lion
And the mission to relieve
They keep their hearts wrapped in their sleeve
I keep my soul on the tip of my tongue
The tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip it’s on the tip it’s on the tip it’s on the tip
The tip of my tongue
And on the count of three
I sing to my sweet pea
The catatonic adolescents
Slung their hearts into the movie scene
And three
Oh my sweet pea
I wonder where you’ll be
These days people are dying
Because back then they decided to live, it’s true
And I’ve always want to live
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4. |
A Yellow Room in Rain
02:20
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sleepy bear, one two
don't think about the weather
we'll keep our ghosts together
we'll hide inside a sweater
eat crackers with some cheddar
oh my darling
pining like we're blue
one two
oh my god
we're dying but what's new
sleepy bear, what's new
let's eat each other's boredom
we'll snack on what's important
but drink straight from the carton
let's name the baby lauren
oh my darling
living like we're friends who screw
and oh my god
we're living happy, too
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5. |
The Bakery Down in Soho
02:51
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rest your teeth on these crisp flavors
melt on breath and collapsed on tongue
hot buttered and set on the sill
cooled off by the world
i am the black madonna
i am the next great nothing
i am an ugly man dressed by the mother plan
i am an ugly girl kissed by the whore to end all wars
i am the black madonna
just the next great big nothing
tired of fixing myself i try to face it yeah
tired of fixing myself i try to face it
tired of facing myself i try to fix it yeah
tired of facing myself i try to fix it
i am the black madonna
i'm just the next great nothing
succulent on the back of the tongue
spread through teeth and gulped like a pill
hot buttered and set on the sill
all home made to sooth the soul
send me back with your warm hands
send me back with warm warm hands
send me back with your warm hands
send me back with warm warm hands
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6. |
Food
02:08
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my only friends are doubts
my only food is confusion
my baby left me
for polaroids that sing
food, sweet food
this isn't over yet
i've got a second wind
it can't be over yet
slip between the curtains of beads
and i'll be there
knock around hard droplets of sound
and i’ll appear
my only friends are doubts
my only food is confusion
food, sweet food.
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7. |
Whirlwind Sandwich
01:56
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This gadabout I charmed her out
She whispered things into my drink
The trail she leaves is grand poetry
I miss talking to her
le manque d'amour est la plus grande pauvreté
Every sound turned into her name
Isabel
Dropping off the world as i noshed on her words
The way she breathes is nourishment
Enamel on the nails has the quality of bells
The way she feels is nourishment
Eat each other’s verbs and cherishing the compliments
She says my name like it’s a dinner mint
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8. |
Amenity Unlimited
02:40
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there is a smile on a story
on a mile of a body
that is waiting in bed
like an undiscovered country
touch the belly
watch the tongue release the beast
your hands become a strange occurrence
in the morning when the second car came by to disappear
laid across the grain of wood
two spoons were left beside the little cup
pulling poetry apart using her teeth
a whisper is a grain of sugar
watch it sweeten up inside your ear
touch the belly
watch the tongue release the beast
divinity in action form
a human version of divine
it keeps the gods aligned
she keeps the gods and keeps them warm
shh, our lips are paper thin
and there the milky syllables that soaked in skin
in these arms, i quarantine the fire and the peace
beloved country
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9. |
Stay Another Hour
03:52
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To keep the vessel warm
Your name is a jingle
Your hug is a sweater
It matters how you felt in my hands
And it matters how you felt in my hands
To keep the vessel warm
Life's a love letter
With a lever as little
As the eyelash that you left on my hand
Like the eyelash that you left on my hand
Stay another hour
Keep the temple warm
To keep the vessel warm
Lungs lips and tongues
Build shapes in your mouth
Build structures that a lover lives in
They are structures that a lover lives in
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10. |
Elelator2k
02:08
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he’s an angry comic
and the whole world love shim
he’s not dead yet yet he prays to the void
because he’s got his feet wet
she’s a masterpiece
such a moment on a dish
fishing for cash to catch a catch
who won’t dislike her
yeah we’re together
he’s a creepy kid
not that nice guy yeah
frustrated feelings finding nothing but a void to pray to
yeah and we’re together
she’s a selfish egg
and she wants it all
bulldozer feelings
finding nothing but impulses on her fingers
and we’re together
i’m novelty
just hook me on your ear
i’ll tell you the time say sweet nothing
and bust out love songs for eternity
in an elevator
it’s willing to crash
smash the brains for someone else to clean and fix us up
and back together again
i need something before i go home
the owners lines are in your head
in punched in eyes and haunted legs
who do you think you’re trying to fool
you cry out little missiles
i’m not afraid of sadness
it preaches dynamite
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11. |
Cracker Animals
02:59
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Is it the dust or is it the animals
Is there a reason for this kind of reaction
If I took a bite of your eyes
You won't see what I can't hear
Are you an elephant are you a bear
Are you a bunny or are you a deer
Now I wonder what sounds you make
When I bite into your sweet face
Must be the milk must be the frosting
Must be the paper tents must be reacting
What am I snacking on
The camel the bear the bunny the cheetah the monkey
This cold that I'm catching on
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Yeah your day goes down down and down and down
Tears and sweat exit the head and mark the ground
You let the rhythm of the angels down
Electric spine a dish of wine
Your daddy's proud yeah daddy's proud
Pearls of dimples shiver now
Salivate for all the love you have around
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13. |
Fighting with Spirits
00:55
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Slouched up on the old stairs
I’ll be missing all the kisses on me
Don’t think I’ll forget you honey
Slouched up on the old stairs with a cane
Supporting all the pain you left me
So come back from the garden
We’ll be holding hands and eating ice cream
Until the next time you go out
Slouched up on the old man stairs
And blacked out with the moments in my mind
You drive me up the stairs
Come back from going out
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14. |
Tell William Tell
03:44
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making some pretzels with unpretzel shapes
drawing each other in malicious ways
walking your cat as an autistic dog
stuffing your mouth then trying to talk
i've got to run because i'm trying to have fun without you
chasing a mouse with a knife and a fork
having an accent that makes you a dork
giving fake names and forgetting to listen
trying to swim without swimming lessons
making up essays in old art museums
making a mess with old m&ms
joking on benches joking in bars
joking at tv's and joking on mars
now i've got to run because i'm trying to have fun without you
might as well be that old couple there
protecting our bones with each other’s skin
going to fly up the right flight of stairs
punch in the pin and you’re in
watching a show then taking a nap
reading weird stories with you in my lap
we're laughing on benches we're laughing in bars
we're laughing at tv’s and laughing on mars
i've got to run because i'm trying to have fun without you
i've got to run now because i'm trying to have fun without you
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15. |
The White Gull
02:19
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Show me another part of you
I'll put another sonnet on it
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Old American Brooklyn, New York
made bedroom 4-track confessionals since highschool with computers then guitars then computers and guitars, joined bands, lifted heavy things, then settled in bushwick, brooklyn, ny, in 2007.
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