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Hostile Enclaves
01:51
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You slacked man
On double diligence
Messed with magic
A sober ring reminder
This is a
Condom of interest
I don’t have a horse
In this fight
No taste of the whip
Tonight
Angling toward
Hostile enclaves
Waves break on the walls
Hovering over
Hostile enclaves
Knaves take all of the falls
He’s a turd
In hostile enclaves
Alert lips whisper the code
It’s a lot of work
In hostile enclaves
Raising a field of human beings
The godless berserk
A mainstream archaeologist
Dabbling in cannibalism
A special kind of whiteness
If that endeavor is not your thing
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Lover or California
02:27
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When I went around
With the Malibu girls
Ogled their curls
Everything seemed right
When I came to depend
On the Ohio leopard
Origami gargoyles
Threatened my world
I tried to wrap it around you
I tried to break through the clouds
I don’t think the lever found you
Now I need a lover
Who can be
What we wanted to be in kindergarten
I need a lover
To tell the story
Of my Internet life
I want more life, fucker
I’m an English major
I’m a Communist
I want a pizza
I can’t hear a doc or a human
She doesn’t like meat in her house
I don’t think the lover found her
So now I live
In bizarro land
Ride the gland
We all know I’m prone to the power
Of the muse
So I need a lover
Or I need California
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White Slipper
02:06
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Go scuff your white slipper
Belay your A.M. vitriol
Sober can’t be called
By a bone explorer’s surname
A cannon awaits the leering mirror
Says, send me a live candidate
I want to fall in love
With a bartender tonight
Come hit my lightning
And embrace the occasional blazer
Tough, the white slipper
Rough withdrawal today
Scuff your white slipper
Belay your A.M. vitriol
Let’s move to the flatlands
Let’s take over the world
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Best-Brushed Hair
02:30
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I pinched myself twice
On the same finger
I need more audibles
And time to linger
You’re so dead
I did myself nice
I was just a ringer
He was your beard
Forget about the singer
You’ve got to be killing me
But you’re so dead
You’re so dead
O baby
Check out my best-brushed hair
Without doubt
It’s bound to take you there
O baby
Dig my best-brushed hair
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Enjoy Yr Milkshake
01:43
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Stay gold, ponyboy
Don’t let yourself
Go gray
Go old
Go bitter and disgusted with the world
Don’t ever settle
And don’t ever settle down
The only ones who die
Are the ones who stop moving
Keep ranting
And keep rolling
And keep slamming yr head
At yr rock shows
Enjoy yr milkshake
No matter the flavor
Yr parents made it for you
And they wanted you to drink it
Stay gold ponyboy
Enjoy yr milkshake
No pre-owned aspirations
Can match yr fervor
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6. |
You Look Like Bowie
02:19
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You’re the lean white duke
You’re A-number-1
You’re a living reinvention
In multiple genres
Heavy into glam
Shadowed eyeliner
Ziggy’s second cousin
No man is finer
You look like Bowie
To me
Your wilting demeanor
Hides a fiery schemer
At close of life’s rich pageant
You saw your end approach
Devised an exit strategy
A close beyond reproach
You look like Bowie
To me
Your smiling demeanor
Hides a pragmatic schemer
You look like Bowie
To me
Your smiling demeanor’s
Fiery afterlife dreamer
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I’m the minister
Of the inferior
My father calls me once a month
To tell me how I’ve let him down
Give me back my fist
I’ve got jagged lips
It’s a self-improvement sweatshop
For mechanics of the flesh
Too high-energy for sleeves
Bring me the child
It lifts it all
I’ve been on fire since 1974
I’m the patron saint
Of hops and barley
I’ve vaguely vivid memories of
When I was in defiance
Would you like to take me
On a tour of your garden?
Leave your pride at the gate
It’s hammock time
In Squirm’s garage
Garage of the superego!
I’m the minister of naught
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I’m Mr. Know-It-All
But I didn’t know
Anything at all
Don’t let life
Ruin your life
You could wake up tomorrow
A whole new man
Face preordainment
With a whole new plan
Just like me
I’m Mr. Esprit
I’m bucking the system
Exploding the prism
Uniting the schism
I’m embracing new wisdom
As the coma alarm
Sounds off
Wake up
Shake up
Never tire of growing
Get going!
It’s this way to the viking arena
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O you’re just like them
Some things are not good enough
For discerning customers
Like you and your mother
I slake a gas tank’s thirst
I drive a spike through the tree
I am morphing through forms
My stock is rising
They won’t be joining the cause
You can’t blame them
I slake a gas tank’s thirst
Drive a spike through the tree
There’s just no reasoning with me
You’re not like me
Some facts aren’t food enough
To tongue them and chew them over
They’re tart and they’re changing
I slake a gas tank’s thirst
I drive a spike through the tree
Lies I’ve told you
Can’t you see?
Like babe
I’m an ecoterrorist
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Johnny you know
It’s really time for you to go
It’s time to put away your signs
It’s time to go in and pick up
All our schoolbooks
Jug of anxieties
That you’ll associate with me
Johnny my friend
It’s getting toward middle September
It’s time for you to surrender
All the makings and the sugar
And the profits
You drive
I’ll steer
Push the pedals on
The last lemonade stand of the year
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Shitty Charles Bronson
Prefers cooking with pumice
He’s got a health wish
And an oiled wok
He’s hunting Dr. Congo
It’s beyond one of those days
You booze, you snooze
We’re soaking up some rays
Got uptight bass and Tulane blacktop
She’s making terrariums
With bongwater buffaloes
Bad things happen in
Tyson’s basement
Let’s give him some hands
When I turn you out
It’s beyond one of those days
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I don’t run
(So I’ll never catch you)
I should, probably
(Call me too)
I’m telling you right now
(I’m into the bourbon)
I’m not a big fan
(Of the circle of life)
I’m sorry for eating
(Half your present)
I’m planning on blazing
(On a sunny afternoon)
I enjoy the female form
(It’s really something)
It’s all you have
(And all you need)
I’m monogamous polygamist
(I like strange boobs)
Get off on my property
(With big dumb riffs)
Smell Bartolo’s cologne
(Percutaneous odors)
Never is always the answer
(Resurrection mathematician)
Rumble pact
Donruss doubles
Firefighter farm
Bringing down the average
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Welcome to the land
Of love and glory
There’s enough rainbow
To go around
Those whom with rays
Are advancing
On the sun
They are the chosen ones
Put down the magazines
In the lobbies
of your purgatories
Marooned and alarmed
Heaven is bracing
For those it has harmed
Welcome to the land
Of love and glory
Those whom with rays
Are advancing
On the sun
We are the chosen ones
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14. |
Entry-Level Spirit Guide
01:56
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Creak on the floorboard
Trembling mattress
A chill passes through
Ghost of silent film actress
But there’s no mote on the eye
Of the entry-level spirit guide
She studied Tobin’s tome
But quibbled with the methods
Teenage mother
Means 9 months of trouble
Burst the squibs
Tainted meat pie
Total exploitation
In the second reel
Seeking the shadows
To look a spirit in the eye
Wise beyond her fears
There are slightly more placid careers
Than putting motes in the eye
Of the entry-level spirit guide
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In 1973
When briefly
She was a pumpkinseed
He had some dick pants on
By 1985
He wore a skinny tie
There was nothing good
In Goshen
They went to Helena
To the deadliest canoe club
And they sealed
The outdoor deal
In 2010
He wielded the red pen
And he snoozed
In the depths of his cube
He couldn’t collect
He was droned he was wrecked
He was a sacrifice
And that was nothing new
To inspect a pyramid
Of cinema cadavers
To try to speak forthright
To eternal tyros of language
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16. |
Life's Waiting Room
04:06
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Don’t be ridiculous
You are having breakfast
There’s no good to come from
Waiting on an empty stomach
I’m full of beef and liquor
Here at my vantage point
Night is approaching
Electric glyde
I’m a milkman teet’ring
On the precipice of sanity
Light dying in the windows
We want your cooties
I already concede
But here’s what I’ve got:
Guns, jeeps and apples
And exceedingly boring ends
This rock is a million years old
We marvel at it
We retreat from it
We rot in our barstool spots
Soaking up the Vat 69
In life’s waiting room
You tyrant!
Take your Confederate fags
And leap onto Gomer’s pile
The sirens are
Blaring down alleys
Doing shots with the nuclear pukes
Last call is called
The freshman slump
The night’s almost dead but
I still need to prime the pump
Where’s your pen, Pens?
It was totally consensual
I hallucinated an hearse
My early 7:30 ritual
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17. |
Atheist Does a 1 AD
02:05
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It’s just humans
Being human beings
Shouldering the neck
Of the godhead
Lost in contemplation
Of Bethlehem
He said there’s no divinity
He passed through Joseph’s portal
Atheist does a 180
To celebrate Christmas Day
Crucifixion
Putrefaction
Atheist does a 180
On Christmas Day
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