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1. |
Cadillac Frankfort
01:42
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Born out of wedlock
Weaned in poverty
But hellbent and bound for
A life in the cottage industry
Hood ornaments
Details all chrome
Cadillac Frankfort
He’s got no home
Matriculated from the streets
Gladly recruited
By the Hon. Winston Penstrap
To join with the deluded
Gods of insanity
Teetering on the brink of insanity
Falling into a cartoon hole
Flirting with the dogs of ignominy
I never leave
I live here
The details etched in chrome
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Hey man
Sorry man
I’m just thinking about that
One day
And then
We will get together
The weekend
Before we leave
Tomorrow afternoon
To pick up some dinner and
I’ll go hang out with them all night long
Because
We don’t know anything yet
I’ll see
What you guys want and
We will have it tomorrow
Thanks buddy
Merry New Year and
Thanks again for your help today and
I’ll let you know when I get there
’Cause
We don’t know anything yet
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3. |
Solidarity Beard
01:48
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Everybody needs a friend
But some people do not
Everybody’s friends with someone
Some are friends with a lot
You may say it’s cheesy
Makes the punk rock easy
Smell the beard
Sticketh closer than a brother
Here come the Commies
To shave your solidarity beard
Here come the Hippies
To braid your solidarity beard
Here come the Scientists
To study your solidarity beard
Here come the Christians
To worship your flat-earth solidarity beard
Powerful start
Lunge for the throat
Shave the skin the church
The most logical result
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4. |
And Sometimes Waves
01:40
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How is the fourth hill?
We remain haunted
By slithering things
We’re giving up Lent
We’ve nothing left to repent
This is eternity yearning
For the killing it craves
In fires and brimstones
And sometimes waves
Who’s perched on the windowsill?
We stand to be counted
By strangling lords
Tall astride their horses
We’ve something left to lose
This is eternity calling
For the man of the house
He smiles from his easy chair
And sometimes waves
And sometimes waves
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5. |
Are You An Olive Girl?
02:09
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Are you an olive girl?
Do you dig into pimentos?
Regard them as mementos
Nostalgia smells like burning leaves
Are you delusional girl?
Do you travel the headscape?
Behind darkening drapes
Things have changed in Traverse City
Are you a porcelain girl?
Did you collect plated Carolina?
Dixie in particular
Let me rock between them walls
Are you an olive girl?
It’s mixed-signal politics
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6. |
Lifeforce Malaise
01:59
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Before you fully surface
Strike with strident porpoise
Your original fin
Will give you away
Now there’s hell to pay
In these salty waves
Rage slips on his cloak
To cleave your salty heart
And fry your runny yolk
Now your soul is ablaze
In astral bouquets
Lifeforce malaise
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7. |
Nineteenth Place
01:52
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Part 1
I’m in 19th place
In the cliff face
With the water thing
There’s a jaguar over there
A lady with no hair
A surgeon on the brain
The surgeon’s on the couch
Batting a dead mouse
Swept out the door
The surgeon is no more!
No more
Part 2
Brain’s out!
Yes, a lobotomy
Swept into the void
Can’t grasp the dirt
Brain’s out!
It’s a lobotomy
Swept into the void
Can’t grasp the dirt
Falling away
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8. |
Hold On Mr. Criminal
01:17
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If it’s judicial
Or prejudicial
Either way
It’s ritual
Constituents pressing
Rulers of schools
Yardsticks descending on
Golden rules
But now just wait
Hold on, Mr. Criminal
My rights’ violation
Will lead to my probation
You gained the grain and
Gridlocked the courts
Prosecuting the Don
Jailers see all in
Panopticon
Hold on, Mr. Criminal
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9. |
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My beard has grown
The crows have flown
My friend’s on stage
My nemesis enraged
Life is good in my grotto
That’s my motto for right now
Don’t ask me for advice
I can barely handle a device
All I’ve seen is rigid ice
For the past few years
I’m not ready to leave yet
You can’t make me go I bet
I may never leave this place
That’s a problem I must face
Life is good in my grotto
That was my motto for back then
Way back when
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10. |
I'm All Over Your Maps
02:04
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I’m stuck in your traps
I’m hung on your rack
I’m thinking of staying
Of completing the stack
I’m all over your maps
I’ve cracked your encryption
I’ve pierced your sanctum
You’re a whale’s open mouth
I’m a tiny plankton
I’m all over your maps
All over your maps
It’s a road trip for us
It’s the forest Shenandoah
I’ll try not to bore us
If we go a little slower
I’m all over your maps
All over your maps
Triple-A guidance
The road’s sure to ride us
Straight into the asphalt
And it won’t be my fault
I’m all over your maps
I’m all over your maps
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11. |
Claim To Flame
01:20
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Tim Whiskey is a party boy
Sharp and subtle fellow
Mr. Whipster
West of center
Now there’s a robust glob
Sure to lead the way
Dribbling on the boot
His claim to flame is late
(But how could anybody—?)
Hopelessly lost
In a knife neighborhood
Where dark dimensions
Swallow themselves whole
Tim Whiskey’s inside out
On his way to the eternal party
Where no one minds the weather
(But how could anybody—?)
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12. |
Balloons To Heaven
02:32
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Halted at the roadside
Rubber tires inflated
Ingratiated
Logged into the mountainous bulk
Looming above Midwest plains
We’re riding
It’s unreal
The way we’ve been sliding
But there’s nothing to do
There are no worlds colliding
But it feels as though there are
And we’re saying our final prayers
I didn’t tell him your jokes last night
But we knew it wasn’t funny
You need your own show
I know you can do it
I scent it
There are a million balloons
Soaring toward heaven
You think that I’m pretty
I think that you’re dashing
There’s a hundred million balloons
Headed toward heaven
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13. |
Raekwon
00:54
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Raekwon
Love you
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14. |
Challenges Of Sali
01:23
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I recall reading a tale
When I was a child in Hungary
About a shipwrecked hero
Captured by cannibals
Who offered him a fateful choice
To be roasted alive
Or instead to dive
From the top of the sigol
Just then Bong the wise village chief
Broke in:
“Me fella
Me glad too much
Belong me stop with you
Allgetta
Me learn ’em plenty
Someting long custom
Belong you fella
Now hear me fella
Glad too much you allgetta
You let ’em me
Jump long land dive”
So spake Sali!
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15. |
D-Roll Dad
02:22
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Darkened sepia coils
Litter the editing suite floor
Behind a locked door
Cylindrical segmented
Gray reel stacks
Twenty-five batches deep
And behind them
The interlocked mummified corpses of
Ed Wood and Lon Chaney
You can be in the film
Provided you’re not
The ghost father
The deadbeat cad
The D-roll dad
Emulsified elixir phosphate hold
It’s the last time you’ll ever be cold
See the flames licking higher
You can be in the film
Provided you’re not
The ghost father
The D-roll dad
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16. |
You Two Dynamos
01:32
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You don’t ever stop turning
You won’t stop burning
You two dynamos
Dependent on commutators
Your current’s direct
So says the electroscope in my heart
Direct power to industry
Approved by the Ministry of
Creeps and Electricians
Give me electric motor
On-demand alternator
Rotary converter
And did I ever tell you
Your people are charming?
You can’t stop converting
Impulses to dream dances
In rotors and turbines
Your dervishes are whirling
I see sparks
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17. |
Paranoia Airlines
01:36
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Get on get on
Get on with it
Get it over with
Put the turkey in the overhead
Ativan beer
Shut that baby the fuck up
OK?
Oh shit
Who’s that coming down the aisle?
Get on with it
It’s Jesus maybe panic
He’s back!
Get on with it
Let’s go home sweet Jesus!
I never did anything
I was a rock in a wasting land
He struck me and drew water
I would have given him the turkey
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18. |
Out Of Phase Kid
02:40
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Driving with the enemy
My man, he says to me
Don’t hurt my feelings alright
Out of phase
My man
Ready to get out right now he asks
But he should know that I’ll come back
Out of phase
My man
Mount the ring wings
And start the cool things
Fly out of here and land
Out of phase, my man
Crashed my gear
Lost my plane
Out of my way, kid
Out of phase kid
Get into phase
Ready for the reboot
Last night
I found your plane
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19. |
Coughing And Thinking
01:53
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Taking a drag
Coughing and thinking
All about drinking
Again and again
It’s no sin to send
Your fondest hopes
To the sky on a string
To see what flies
To see what sticks
To hear it sing
Sold and handrolled
This can’t be good
But it ain’t too bad
And the morning’s going dark
Overhead
While we go ’round and ’round
Taking a drag
Coughing and thinking
All about drinking
Again and again
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20. |
Arizona Brace
01:19
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Sonoran saguaro
On the rim of the
Meteor crater
Lights in the sky
Time phasing to tribulations
Lit out from Tucson
In the dead of night
With indigestion
And a slight limp
On a swayback mare
The screaming moon
Burning in the sky
Plunging to the nickel core
Do you understand?
Lizard on a rock
Vultures in a flock
They eat and gnaw
And leave no trace
Of the Arizona brace
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21. |
Catalog Of 10
00:56
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Find trim
Time belt
Find an original
Fur glowing outside the boundaries
Curate a collection
Of 10 masterpieces
But the question is when
Trends
Fashionable chains
In the rowing aisle
Of the Viking dragon longship
Pulling into the harbor
Vomiting Norweigians
Into your life
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22. |
Too Many Bens
01:59
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We got a surplus of Benjamins
Son—
We got ducats for miles
Man—
We got too many Bens
The sack got stuffed
With platinum LP payoff
We’re up at the crib
Chillin with a hand cannon
And a wealth of wax dabs
To get you dead
Take it to your head
Where we take the tour
And look about your skull
And murmur
Son—
I love what you did with this place
Pass the Sharper Image catalog
We’ve got too many Bens
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23. |
Ding Dong, You're Dead!
01:19
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O gods forfend
What outstretched fingers portend
Around the crooked bend
That’s not a weed—
That’s man’s greatest plant
That’s not Fake News Eve
That’s Adam & The Ants
Ding dong, you’re dead
The ants in your pants are
On fire on the bar
With the dweebs
And the speeds
You’re dead
O gods forfend
What outstretched fingers portend
Around the crooked bend
Ding dong, you’re dead
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24. |
I'll Die On My Way Down
03:15
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I’ve decided eternity’s a bit too long
Before I hit the ground
They’ll bury me in
I think I’ll pass my time in a cloud
Of lemon haze
I’ve got lungs made of rays
I will die on my way down
They determined that the hall was
Too broad and too large
So they slurped their mead
In the fields of Elysia
They fought and strived and
Drove in their herds
As Mother Nature
Nurtures the suckling nerds
I’ve got ears made of birds
Let’s bathe our sins
In cosmic fountains of euphoria
Don’t go down to the moors
Or be led astray by
Those who loathe the light
Love is your right
Keep your chin up as I burn up
In the very last year of the hold-up
My past lives posse
Catches up with me
They take me to the
Old sycamore tree
To face my fears
My years and my destiny
It’s a necktie party and the
Guest of honor is me
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25. |
Another Set Of Eyes
00:41
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If Paradise is the prize
Is the good book
Worth a look?
All of mankind
In a bind
No Braille and we’re blind
We need another
Set of eyes
There’s a note
Written in blood
Says I’m type-O
But that’s gotta
be a typo
Mankind much larger
Than a perfect size
We need to find
Another world
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The farcical status of the
Present day’s news is total
Idiocy on the rise and
No ceiling to stop it
Unlimited stupidity
So many statements
Contradictions
Indictment without convictions
So much farce
Can’t see the farce for the trees
So many trees
Blizzards of leaves
Blizzards of leaves
Put the lawn chairs on the roof
Watch the stock market climb
O’er humanity’s decline
And clap your accountant on the back
Have a good chortle
While the world burns
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27. |
Dr. Baltimore MD
02:06
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He couldn’t live up to
The Hippocratic Oath
Nor could he live it down
Keeps us in stitches
He frequents the beaches
Dr. Baltimore is
At this very moment
Requesting the leeches
Diuretics
Hard emetics
Bottle of tonic
Gram of the chronic
Did you listen to all your father’s whispered
Words of duty and untold riches?
World’s greatest pediatrician
Paid off by the national health system
They took a run at him
But they very nearly missed him
Now Dr. Baltimore is strenuously
Requesting his attorney
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28. |
The Liquor Fairy
01:38
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The liquor fairy
Travels on my shoulder
Happier than the bluebird
Denser than a meteor
Whispers little nothings
Numbing some things
Tiny beerbreath lips
Tickling the eardrum
The liquor fairy
Passed out on my shoulder
Livid clotted features
Dropped into a blackout
Muttered maudlin feelings
Scorched ethel droolings
His petite elfin form
Convulsed with delerium tremens
The liquor fairy
Travels on my shoulder
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With more bloody noses
We might have fewer wars
Brand loyalty is real
To very deranged minds
It’s more than fraction
Whether ’tis nobler
To suffer the slings
Remains an open question
If only to wonder
What solace words bring
When arrows launch
In your direction
Arrows are faster than verbs
Death to sabbatical diction
Arrows speak louder than words
Pierce to the heart of your fictions
To the mark
To the eye
An ancient slab of
Lost language
Is there really one more truth?
White suits and cocaine
Cantilevered traction
The primary guardian
Arrows speak to what
They cannot ruin
The Mayans knew what
They were doing
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Did you hear?
Old Spotswood never returned from
His overnight trip to the mine
He dug up the topsoil
Panned in the creek
Prospecting it down to the rind
Comes with the
Comes with the terrortory
Whooping it up in town
After hours
Another whiskey for me brothers
Sending the telegrams
Shipping flowers
To fill the shoes of the
Properly bereaved
Remember the metallic taste
That accompanied a
Load of birdshot in the guts
Remember the smell of naught
Swelling out from
Overspilling glands
Comes with the
Comes with the terrortory
And fear
Is the great decider
Untold misery in the town
And I saw that myself before
Did you know?
Old Spotswood never returned from
His overnight drunk in the town
I saw that myself
Before anyone got down
(Comes with the terrortory)
You do drugs in the morning
You take what you get
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31. |
Tequila Psychosis
02:08
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Done with mimosas
Experiencing mimesis
Rampant trichinosis
Tequila psychosis
Shot dead in the glass
Medicinal value
Trying to call you
Something to forestall you
Red in the glass
Medicinal draught
Magical elixir
It’s gonna fix ’er
Magical elixir
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32. |
Munching On Mints
03:11
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I can barely find
A way out
I’m convinced
I have no doubt
Munching on mints
My paper is clean
It’s not too late!
It’s still pristine
Not soaking wet
Still alive I’d bet
I have tried to find
A way out
No longer convinced
I have doubts
Finished my mints
My paper is soaked
Unsalvageable
At most
Drenched as of yet
Probably dead I’d bet
The ultimate conclusion
Coming here
Don’t start a new intrusion
Face your fear
Whatever it may be
It’s not scary to me
The ultimate conclusion
Yeah
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33. |
We Run Hot
01:56
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We run hot
There’s steam
In our snot
We run hot
There’s sweat
In our cot
A 60,000-watt
Juggernaut
We’ll pave
The flat earthers
Into a parking lot
We run hot
Excited molecules
Are what we got
We run hot
Bubbles forming
In the pot
We run hot
Like the angry
Lobster in the pot
You will dip his flesh
In butter
At your favorite spot
We run hot
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34. |
Stop Yucking My Yums
02:51
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Stop yucking my yums
Stop petting my peeves
Like some biblical baby
You found in the reeds
Stop yucking my yums
Quit licking my lettuce
You’re not in the Hall
You’re no Jerome Bettis
Stop yucking my yums
Quit petting my peeves
Don’t mow my lawn
Stop raking my leaves
We’re flowing through sieves
Unable to congeal
Losing water freely
We’ve broken the seal
On your vintage French disgust
Fellated by your lust
Do me a solid
Bring me a liquid
Stop yucking my yums
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35. |
Seven Things
01:43
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Seven things at a time
Seven things at a time
And seven things on my plate
Seven things
I kinda hate
Those seven things
In my bowl
Can I do it?
So I can roll with them?
Seven things by my door
And several things
Forevermore
That come to me
How many more things
Can there be?
Several things at a time
That come to me
All the time now
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He’s like a note on the leaders
Yesterday’s lightweight athletic
In your eye
And then
I don’t have to deal with them
In Montréal
Was able to think for you
Ellen Hayward
I think you are well
But Karen Neuwirth
Gets preferential Catholic treatment
Insight to the provider
Inside the man
We had her in the right
Always in the fifth
Everything had to be
Very very special
Advantages
Really believe you
Finally like you
You’re the McConnell bride
I am in the right
We got mediated
I had you directly
All others are radiographs
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37. |
Terrible Teenage Years
01:20
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We were profoundly perturbed
Dismayed and disturbed
By boners and pimples
Better looking stoners
With pheromones and dimples
We’d fall in love to keep everything simple
And everything was simply wonderful
In those terrible teenage years
Speeding down interstate spurs
Blasting the DKs and throwing
Lit jumping jacks out the window
We felt depraved
We’d fall on our swords to stop things
Before they spun from our control
What we had is what we stole
In terrible teenage years
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38. |
Skilled At Sharing
01:41
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It was far more than a send
Or a click when the shutters dropped
And all the feathers billowed out
Balloon-like and avian
It was almost typically Roman
Calling all philosophers to symposium
And doling out the 4-1-1
Like a supremely intellectual motherfucker
You’re not the man
From the town that went mad
You never shrank from the world
You’re skilled at sharing
The click and the clacking
So full of yourself and you
Believe yourself daring
You’re not the man
From the town that went mad
Eyeprint thumbprint saliva dab
They gave it all away so what’s a little more?
Submit the login to the algorithm
Developing a hump and astigmatism
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39. |
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Marlon is gay
And that’s OK
Let us pray
His mother was a tiger
They clashed
In an endless sky
Pardon me? Fuck you
One path to totality
A leaf for my bug
That shone on its stone
Mankind is the worst kind
All glory and guts
Timed perfectly
Set a course for the mouth
With jaws to clamp tight
Rare molars’ delight
All the apes of Eden
Regaled by a stone
Let’s make Animals happen
Let’s blame it on Lorraine
A stem for the late bloom
They really should stay
Lined up with the children
In time for the matinee
Timed perfectly
Set a course for the mouth
When jaws open wide
To show what’s inside
They saw the dead tree edit
They saw the raindrops breathe
I’ve always looked like this but
You’re steadily pricing me out of my Watering hole
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40. |
Dirtman
01:07
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Gotta get my shovel
Picking up the earth
Spread it all around ’cause
That’s the way I
Dirtman
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