1. |
All Bark
02:51
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Real life will suck a day away
Reprise, anon
Head up or there'll be hell to pay
Don't look so put upon
Dig deep and give it all your all
To no avail
More news in from the other side
We can't make heads or tails
I'm digging in my heels
Sharpening my homemade horns
Rolling up my sleeves
Taking more
Just give less
Work it out
A big mess
Extended hand
A closed fist
Steady work
A slit wrist
Taller stance
A head shake
Dirty words
A spit take
Heavy breath
An eye roll
Let it go
I'm digging in my heels
Sharpening my homemade horns
Rolling up my sleeves
Sounding the alarm
Feigning its all bite
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2. |
Anthem
03:05
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I’m feeling like an anthem
Descript and uninsured
Outnumbered by volition
Out loud and ego-worn
And the subjects gather round
And my footsteps make no sound
And it’s this that is a holiday in my mind
Let the choir sing
I’m selling what you’re needing
Prescription uninspired
These rocks will start a riot
And I’ll be on the rise
And the subjects gather round
And my footsteps make no sound
And it’s this that is a holiday in my mind
Keep your friends just close enough
To push them off the edge when the day comes
A coke smile from ear to ear
Sit down and have another beer
We know enough to make proper mess
And keep these heels from hanging around
Get a hold of something steadier
We’re keeping it from running aground
Talk shit of something headier
We’re making it all up so all rise
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3. |
Sequel
02:03
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Came in through the back door
Didn’t see how I could be in the wrong place, in the wrong place at the same time
Fade in through the window
Could it be, that I should be under your ground
Under your ground, spinning around?
And I found my way back
You didn’t know I could see that far in the future
And I saw you back track
You didn’t know I could see that far into the future
Too many missteps
The funny thing is
You could’ve beat me back at the start line
For all the witness
They all just stood there
You should’ve run away from the low lifes
And now all this time’s gone, what a waste
What a reckless way to good
What’s the point of winning, when it’s done
Empty hands, empty heads, what’s the next to-do?
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4. |
Horror Movie Pie Fight
02:07
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Wide awake
Jaws drop in awe
A killer serving cocktails with a cinematic smile
Draws you in
Until there’s nothing you can do about it
They’re up all night
Selling tickets for the…
Modern age
This ones got it all
A heavy metal soundtrack and a medicated mogul sells you out
And all that you can do is bitch about it
You’re up all night
Playing violin
Party down
Drink and sell yourself
We’re hearing heavy interest in a sequel starring someone’s cousin’s friend
A sudden knife into the heart of all of us
You feel the twist
Bloody stupid
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5. |
Dumb Summer
02:36
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There's a wrong way to mollify you
There's a right way to navigate true
Here's a romance in need of some glue
It's a fat chance we'll make it on through
I was raised right, open doors
I can bust moves, hit the floor
I could read lines anytime
No sudden movements, half-decided
Uneven pavement, absent-minded
And I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't
Know enough to know to pull it through
Bon voyage
Just let me hail myself a taxi
And ride away
Grateful and graceless
Its a sorry scene
Help yourself to all that's left of me
Dumb summer
Wind away
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, etc.
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6. |
Beach Seance
02:08
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Around she said
Or else you're dead
Clockwise she said
To raise the dead
It's gonna work
You're asking me?
It's gotta hurt
But that's for free
How bout these odds?
Running into you at a bar in spacetime
Called it a fraud
Maybe we should stop contradicting Einstein
Beach mind and bod
Didn't think we'd end up defying science
It's meta odd
Better go back down or we'll start to flatline
You go grab the slate
I’ll grab the tanning spray
Hurry up
We’re here tomorrow
Gone today
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Backed down
The news said
Seemed grey
Turned red
Tracked down
The new vibe
Regrets
And a new try
Looked up
Looked down
Tryna find
A bigger town
Looks like
We forgot: “What do you think?”
Yes men don't while away
Form fitting accents for a rainy day
Beguiled and took by surprise
Fix any outcome with what money buys
As we stumble homeward
Chow down a sacred cow
Just another town in rearview mirrors
Let’s go find the next new thing
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8. |
You Don't Say
02:15
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You're in my will so you wont be discarded
You're in my ear so i'll never forget
You're in my mind so much more than the others
You make me promise to lean your way
And you raise your voice when you want to take
You don't say?
You’re in my face all dressed up for the season
And gilding lilies to draw them crowds
There’s always more when I ask for a reason
You’re building bridges to charge a freight
But you'd break your hands so you won't have to shake
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9. |
Coda
02:43
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On the air
Alibi
Take an ugly turn
Test the bounds
Solo sounds
Make a move away
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of things to say
Headshots are out of focus
Sound guy is wretching over
Restack the formal billing
Arms length and lord a-willing
Fake press is neverending
Respawn or stop pretending
Bad omens make appearance
No one on interference
See you down the line
In a mall behind the pines
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Le Big Zero Brooklyn, New York
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