1. |
Welcome Home
02:10
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Look,
I'm rehearsing for a play
in a storage unit, see?
Hoping that the words I say
turn chaos to community
one believer tryna way
my own responsability
optimism in decay
you disagree, I disagree
Money made - money spent
So bored my head explodes
extended moment lent
and not a second I am owed
it's never ending 'till it ends
(not even the clever know)
love my dog and love my friends
learn to fly and fight and crow and
Hey! Welcome Home, be at ease,
grow your hair down to your knees,
shave your dome (if you please) -
it's your home so be at ease!
I think i'm gonna skip a day
i'll take a trip and miss a train
i'll kiss the sky, fake i'm sick,
kick my way against the grain.
Flip the script, trick my brain,
slip out through a secret door,
lightning quick - can't explain -
won't maintain it anymore
I'm afraid! I'm afraid!
But I do it anyway!
Climb over the barricade
my time has come to disobey.
There's a lightness to my step,
there's a twinkle in my eye,
I do not regret the day
I let the grand delusion die
Hey! Welcome Home, be at ease,
grow your hair down to your knees,
shave your dome (if you please) -
it's your home so be at ease!
(who gives a fuck if they're pleased?)
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2. |
Far Away
02:47
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I hope:
-all the corespondence via text
-and never feel my gut relaxed
-the secret mould and sweet perfumes
-these feelings of impending doom
-monologues so water-tight
-the endless list I didn't write
-the men who love to condescend
-and phony friends
would go far away from here,
far away from here.
I hope:
-all the things that scare my dog
-and fake predictions in a fog
-inherited internal shit
-another fucking mining pit
-water-treader/leaf in wind
-and all the 'where's' I could've been
-you shitting on my vision
-and these superstitions
go far away from here,
far away from here.
Get the fuck away!
So fucking far away from here, disappear!
Get out of my path!
You are a splinter in my finger
and i've had enough - I've had ENOUGH!
I want the fun - you bring the pain
I want the sun - you bring the rain
I open up and you act tough
I've fucking had ENOUGH!
Hey, shitvibes - it's time to go!
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
Find a way to say this clearly...
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
Gotta breathe in, now gotta breathe out,
I want you nowhere near me
So get the fuck away!
So fucking far away from here, disappear!
Get out of my path!
You are a splinter in my finger
and i've had enough - I've had ENOUGH!
I want the fun - you bring the pain
I want the sun - you bring the rain
I open up and you act tough
I've fucking had ENOUGH!
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3. |
Squirm
03:15
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At first the light discovers weakness
in the curtains I have nailed to the wall,
[eyelids release] and I am certain
I can answer to the call.
Although i'm beached upon polluted shores
I whisper complex overtures
composed as themes to secret wars on entropy,
I squirm.
I drink my cup of drugs,
tie my boots at the bottom of the hill
(which does not bludgeon my resolve
but rather fortifies my will)
I try to rake the leaves consistantly
learn to accept the mystery
yearn to bloom out of the misery
and find my soul
and feel its form
and then grab hold
inside this storm
and don't stop moving
keep unfolding
it's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
and nothing can fell me
and nothing to which I am bound
and no one can sell me shit
You know I squirm like a fish on the shoreline
turn from the man getting rich on the poor
learn from the rube in the que to the berghein
only to be burned like that at the door,
like: "what's that?"
A life devoid of crests
but to avoid a trough
is just a line
I will not go out flat, i'll go to bat
while haning from the vine
I never wait around a waiting place
nor rat around a rodent race
I dance my way through time and space
to find my soul
and feel its form
and then grab hold
inside this storm
and don't stop moving
keep unfolding
it's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
and nothing can fell me
and nothing to which I am bound
and no one can sell me shit
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4. |
They Will Kill Us All
02:57
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I was in the jungle, snug,
-one bug just tryna mind my business
'Snake-bite' [enter stage right]
(con-man come to make my moments rattle)
Thrust into a struggle
tugged from <here (resentment) there> (forgiveness)
I am pleasent - want my present,
this insect's not made for battle
(But if I have to I will).
Can't play well with other peeps
So they kill us all
Only know how to play for keeps
So they kill us all
Fuck apocolyptic heads!
They will kill us all
With their circuses and bread
They will kill us
all your destinations fell
my 'why' was never answered well
I was in a city
built by caloused hands and crushing debt
-a pilgrim from the night before
i'd forgotten all your pressure.
In my DIY cathedral
in a tapestry of TV sets
where business is an endless war
but this insect is made for leisure
(and cos I have to I will)
Can't play well with other peeps
So they kill us all
Only know how to play for keeps
So they kill us all
Fuck apocolyptic heads!
They will kill us all
With their circuses and bread
They will kill us
All your explinations stink
yet there's no kool-aid left to drink
An idiot with razor-will
They will kill us all
A hunger they will never fill
They will kill us
A burning book / an oil spill
They will kill us all
Your children will all foot the bill
They will kill us
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