1. |
Dear Abby,
03:47
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Dear abby
I'm miserable
is there anything you can
say or do to help me
I'm controlled
by a digital world
but I'm tangibly
irresponsible
The falling of my tears
has caused the ink to smear
and now I can't read your response
Dear abby
I'm still miserable
and I inadvertantly
ignored your last advice
I don't trust anyone
I'm afraid their intentions
I'm worried they're colluding
some plot against me
The falling of my tears
has caused the ink to smear
and now I can't read your response
Dear abby
I'm miserable
how would it make you feel
that I think you're full of shit
I'm in my living room
looking at connected pillar
that hang across
I hang across
The falling of my tears
has caused the ink to smear
and now I can't read your response
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2. |
Sherman, TX
02:11
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Young man driving
down the 121
he's thinking
About his Shotgun
Marriage, oh they're too young
For their honeymoon
they went to New Orleans
for gifts they got new
Knives and things
that mean nothing, to their unborn child
except the knives, he admires their sharpness
All this thinking, keeps this Young Man
up at night
Young man working
to alleviate his forlorn hope
he's thinking
about tying the old rope
for money, he so desperately needs
For dinner
he fetches sonic drive thru
In the rearview mirror
he sees the windows
to his soul, and they have cracks in em'
so he stops to the side of the road, and cracks one in him
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3. |
Collapse
03:07
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Under new managers
under new management
managing this city's
major increments
the streets are on fire
from poured out gasoline
come up from the sewers
salivating so dastardly
dead men are rising
from the Uptown cemetery
walking among us
shocked by technology
don't shake their hands
people will scoff
if you shake too hard
both arms'll come off
The armed forces of
aristotle think
we should bottle ourselves
then take a drink
The kids are excited
the kids are alive
they worship new updates
on internet jive
the workers are angry
the workers collide
so they write corinthians
for a free ride
a free ride to heaven
or a momentary lapse
i'm running like hell
then my legs collapse
oh they do
oh they do
oh they do
la la la
they say a drinking man
can't have no wife
for they love and then heal
then they start a new life
they leave their kids
and their spouse behind
"it's for their own good"
they embellish their blind
now the youngest usually
takes it the worst
they're psychosomatically
morbidly cursed
up to no good
at too young of an age
hiding consoling elements
in a Bible page
when they grow up
they become like me
a young starved creton
who thinks he's free
free to earn money
by taking your cash
by holding you knifepoint
by making a gash
I hear those sirens
I'm blinded by blue light
but I'm a real runnin' racer
I can put up the fight
as I'm running I think
of my many mishaps
I'm running like hell
then my legs collapse
Oh they do
oh they do
oh they do
la la la
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4. |
The Last Night
04:15
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The streets shine like diamonds
from the broken glass
my ears ring like hell
as motorcycles pass
the lamplight is buzzin'
then it fades to black
the blue in this fog
makes me turn my back
well I guess the bus
ain't comin'
so I get up and I
start to walk
I've had too much again
so I venture through the night
while home's about 15 more blocks
there's trees on the ground
from the storm that blew through
caused by argumentation
between me & you
what I said earlier
was a lie
it's my stubbornness
that caused the tears in your eye
well I guess the bus
ain't comin'
so I get up and I
start to walk
I've had too much again
so I venture through the night
while home's about 7 more blocks
Now I pick up the pace
and I clear my head
I'm gonna get to you
and fix our broken bed
there's pain in my side
I shout a nervous complaint
the bloodtrails from my gut
cause me to faint
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5. |
Bluestocking
05:29
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So what they say is true
There's an oil refinery in you
Your heart's crumbled into dust
We've been tricked by the upper crust
The things every human hates to do
Oh boy, these things really haunt you
You push with your ivory tusks
But fall forward at a rose's musk
You can always call me yours
you can always call me yours
Even, at your last leg
You can always call me yours
So what they say is true
Your stockings sure are blue
My darling, what's the fuss?
I didn't know your beauty wasn't allowed to be discussed
You can always call me yours
you can always call me yours
Even, at your last leg
You can always call me yours
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