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Be Less Embarrassing
04:23
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Shakin’ my head when she says he wants love, she’s too kind.
She’ll crush like candy when thoughts grow stale.
Makin’ it his mission not to notice he’s stuck, out of his mind.
He reeks of cigarettes, scotch, and ale.
Elbow to elbow, point blank the terror of the town.
Mistress and fellow, we’re burning fates to the ground.
So stand up, it’s the rise of wonder felt. (The best luck!)
The best luck flies free from a safety belt. (Amass junk!)
You and me, our notes from the underground. (It’s fast talk!)
Look and see, you’re disappointment’s not profound.
Trying to find a rhythm that will keep me headstrong —so divine;
An invincible party trick.
Thinking what to give ‘em when the peaches are gone: honest rhyme.
You can’t just wink when the heart falls sick.
Came for your best look, some say the best in the biz.
Show me, your left hook — it shouldn’t happen like this.
Marble and maple — they want no charlatans here.
Truly a staple: self-doubt and one of those fears.
So stand up, it’s the rise of wonder felt. (The best luck!)
The best luck flies free from a safety belt. (Amass junk!)
You and me, our notes from the underground. (It’s fast talk!)
Look and see, you’re disappointment’s not profound.
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2. |
Crossing Over
03:53
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Howdy do, I’d like us to toast our health,
‘Cause by now, you know it could have gone so wrong
Drinks for two — why don’t you help yourself?
Same town. They’re never gonna get along.
Slight Frown — Don’t comment on the get up.
Stared Down — He’s never gonna let up.
No sound — silence means he’s fed up.
Vendetta’s Strong!
What’s good, I’d like to say a prayer for clout,
‘Cause in time, you know it’s gonna be our bread.
Under the hood — I’d rather you not show doubt.
All’s fine. There’s no such thing as death.
Eyes Wide — Don’t talk about the said up.
Soul tried — I’ve heard enough from vectors.
Lifeline — Can’t recognize their betters.
Ambition’s wrong!
Climbing up your boyfriend’s attic!
Find why, his love is static!
Guru’s truth, it’s so emphatic!
Bitch's brew, it’s so dramatic!
Crossing over your first time lover and she’s begging you to drench.
Supernova, a four-leaf clover, the message is in French.
Metaphoto, the players that you don’t know, go waxing for your best.
Crossing over, you found a new logo, your answers for the test.
Jesse Marks went to the doctor — this was yesterday!
A bounty placed upon his head because he did not pay.
His wife was mad because he didn’t even have to flee.
I called her up and said, “hey look babe, it’s just you and me!”
Crossing over your first time lover and she’s begging you to drench.
Supernova, a four-leaf clover, the message is in French.
And still, you’re still not good enough.
Nothing keeps you safe.
The barricades, they just ain’t holding up.
You gotta learn to strafe!
I gotta cooler name they call me “Bright Sam”.
In never feeling pain I do delight them.
I know it might sound lame, but it’s inside them.
I gotta hop this train, turn out the lights. End.
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3. |
When You Call Me
02:41
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I come undone when you call me, baby.
I check my phone, hope you'll come sedate me.
Feel your nose to my nose, know the meaning of close
And the rush comes naturally.
And those nerves, dialing nerves, never rested so assured
Can we embrace this flattery?
I come undone when you call me, baby.
It's never slow when you treat me shady.
Feel your nose to my nose, know the meaning of close
And the rush comes naturally.
And those nerves, dialing nerves, never rested so assured
Can we embrace this flattery?
Yes your nose to my nose, through those fingers and toes,
Can we shop this fantasy?
And those nerves dialing nerves, finally reap what they deserve,
Is this a jape or fallacy?
I come undone when you call me "baby".
I check my phone, hope you'll come sedate me.
I'm having fun, can I call you "baby".
If you're the one, would you try and tame me?
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4. |
Weeping Skeltons
02:39
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Coming out of nowhere, primed to glide,
Searching for a subway we can hide.
‘Cause we can’t fly.
Won’t say why.
No one’s deified.
For having tried.
Seeking out the best new beat sway,
Gazing at the footprints led astray.
The Broker’s braid,
Won’t lend a spade.
Forget that day,
When to rest he laid.
I tell you, yes! The thirsties always brief you, bring you hope.
Slide into the weekend’s sorry scope:
There ain’t no foe.
No Jacques Cousteau.
The west was won,
Then came undone.
The breathing won’t improve it’s starting now.
He’s eating through a tube, you wonder how.
But he’s so proud,
The anguish loud.
His final bow,
A silent shroud.
And I say yes, the midnight’s making moves the time is nigh.
There’s never been a real good way to die.
The morphine blues—
They say it soothes
Refresh the grooves.
Four noble truths.
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5. |
One of These Days
03:55
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Janet said Scarlett’s hard again
Ready for the crap shoot out the pen
Frantic hearts to seam the trade
What does it take to sign the time?
Sordid, impolite charade
Fast dial. Seconds ‘till you’re gonna lie
But she ain’t gonna take it.
Why don’t you try a second dig?
You surely were mistaken,
Photo scam, away the market went.
And he just wants to fake it,
There’s only one way to behave.
Whatever let’s you take it.
You got style. Let me be your sex slave?
At least I hear it’s better than barging in.
The wool-knit sweater is charming him.
But you’ll remain sad anywhere you swipe.
Turning pages, the endless book will make you gripe.
Manic wants to feed your thirst.
What does it take to verify?
Panic squawks when marks the age.
Pass, fail. They’re never gonna tell you why.
Frantic hearts to seam the trade
What does it take to sign the time?
Sordid, impolite charade
Fast dive. Seconds ‘till you’re gonna lie
But she ain’t gonna take it.
Why don’t you try a second dig?
You surely were mistaken,
Photo scam, away the market went.
And he just wants to fake it,
There’s only one right way to behave.
Whatever lets you take it.
You got style. Got me feeling concave
You never thought this would keep you up at night,
And now they want your pictures verified.
You tell yourself it’s all so trite.
‘Cause no one’s hands are tied.
Manic wants to feed your thirst.
What does it take to verify?
Panic squawks when marks the age.
Pass, fail. They’re never gonna tell you why.
Frantic hearts to seam the trade
What does it take to sign the time?
Sordid, impolite charade;
Fast dive. Seconds ‘till you’re gonna lie
One of these days!
One of these days,
You’ll see my face,
And say “please stay!”
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6. |
Stay Out
03:38
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We used to stay out!
Mindless drives, blurry stars in the hills
The wine was crawling us free.
Day in and Day out!
Risking lives, turning scars into thrills
Just trying to find us some grins
I never heard him say we’re riding too fast.
But then again he never thought it would last.
His gleam was innocent you just couldn’t tell,
If we were brighter folk or rivals of hell
We were those players
Hopping fences and bars and those rooves
Carving up the old tree.
Out-on-the-frayers!
Rudely making a point of our grooves
Never to reckon for sins.
I caught him bleeding out his travesties hard.
His eyes were torn apart, his righteousness charred.
Prod at his glory he’ll revert straight to sass.
A brooding diligence too lonely, too fast.
We used to stay out!
Mindless drives, blurry stars in the hills
The wine was crawling us free.
Day in and Day out!
Risking lives, turning scars into thrills
Just trying to find us some grins.
I’d like to say all’s well but not much has changed.
He sips in silence slowly going deranged
His gait was gold — the best that money could sell.
He stared too long into shadows and fell.
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7. |
The Difference
04:10
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Strafer Jack said not to waste his time,
Any day you don’t wake up dead is going fine.
Hidin’ the family dollar
Underneath the folds of his collar
Couldn’t spot his worth above the grime.
Noble birth don’t need no shine.
And he’s stalkin’ their tracks
Launching Ponzi attacks
You can see how how it pains them
Lying flat on his back
Said he’s not coming back
When they come to restrain him
Don’t you scour his mind
There’ll be nothing you find
He’s too far elevated
High as raw sugar flights
No true mindful insights
Can’t you see he’s elated?
He don’t know the difference:
Between patience and lack of persistence.
Between breaking your heart and showing resistance.
Between rowing too far and going the distance.
Between showing a card and folding the mission.
Amy Black set hopes not far behind,
Mystic tropes, by golly we are aligned.
She said the soul should glow whole-hearted now,
Sway left, sway right, the desert moon get started now!
And she’s tying the straps,
Setting markable traps—
Gotta keep up protection.
Modern War is a zap,
Don’t rely on the map,
‘Cause it’s just a projection.
Maybe you’d understand
If I laid out my hand
Exorcised all your fury.
No it couldn’t be me
You’ll just wait and you’ll see:
It’s your own insecurity!
She don’t know the difference:
Between sick in the soul and nobody listenin’
Between keeping your cool and curbing ambition
Between changing your stars and morbid insistence
Between being polite and genuine interest
‘Cause it makes no difference:
If you’re holding the line or breaking their wishes
If you roll with the made or sleep with the fishes
When you shine on the pitch, there’s always a victim
If you’re cold in the heart, you’re shaming the system
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8. |
Lipstick (Twice a day)
02:30
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Now less is more.
He’s lost his taste for IPA & Cold Brew.
That sacred chore,
What’s it take to get him laid like I do.
She says the dip-stick sound is great.
Can’t miss the chance, don’t wanna wait.
What’s it gonna take get a date.
Apply the lipstick twice a day.
She’s always talking up the slate.
He’s gotta mind her every take.
What’s it gonna take in modern day.
Apply the lipstick twice a day.
Please mind their world.
Don’t raise a stink, they’ll throw a fast fit.
So self-assured.
And either way they’ll say they’re being gas lit.
She says the dip-shit sound is great
He’s gonna change his every trait.
What’s it gonna take to elevate?
Apply the lipstick twice a day.
She’s always talking up the slate.
We’re gonna watch ‘em vacillate
What’s it gonna take to switch the bait.
Apply the lipstick twice a day.
She says the dip-stick sound is great.
Can’t miss the chance, don’t wanna wait.
What’s it gonna take get a date.
Apply the lipstick twice a day.
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9. |
Wait There
03:00
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10. |
False Dam
03:37
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Blond disarray — say you won’t stand for it.
Mighty fonts — sister slay! Harm is all we wanted.
Blinds drawn strolling fast.
Do we seem those punks tonight?
You got a face I’d have gassed.
Tell your wife it’s gonna be a little while.
Those chokes never hold.
Is it an honest feeling?
Blood sport, so I’m told.
The shmuck with whom I’m dealing.
Ties, vests and the like.
Even softer hands it’s true.
I’d like his head on a pike,
But I’ve got better things to do.
False dam. False dam.
You’re gonna let them all pass through.
I’s all fad; you’re not mad.
You’re just a biting buckaroo.
False dam. Just a fan.
I tell you what you’re going to do.
False dam. False dam.
You’re gonna let them all pass through
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