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Gnorts, Mr. Alien
02:04
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You can call the shots for me
I can be your Lee Oswald and your Jack Ruby
You can take me on your alien ship, back to the park
back to the dark, where the aliens live
and you said
You can take me to your hive cluster
Show me your tap recipe
Get into my head, get into my operating system
Let me taste your LSD
You can be my handler
Feed the algorithm that feeds me
You can take me on your alien ship
Back to the dark, back to the RV park, where the punishment fits
and you said
You can take me to your hive cluster
Show me your tap recipe
Get into my head, get into my operating system
Let me taste your LSD
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Clipped wings trying to fly
Meet me in turbulent skies
Last ride, we'll call it a night
Where the blue goes on and on
Here I stand, just a broken man
Broken, but I can pretend
It all evens out in the end
Sing sing sing for me, sweet nothings in my ear
when the earth has come to pass
there's a place for us up here
Piercing the orange sky
Gently through space and time
Sunlight in teary eyes
Over mountains my shadow lies
Spirit of the machine, in a moment I spread my wings
But I'll be earthbound again
It all evens out in the end
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3. |
Confetti Sweeper
02:37
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You aren't what you eat when you vomit it up
You'll know you're asleep when you're waiting for the
next path presented to stumble down
next turn to get back to your stomping grounds
next time we can take all the pills you want
if you can
Get up
Get up
You've been away from the sun for too long x2
You are what you eat when you're eating yourself
back out in the street when there's no one around
Get back, the collar is rigged to blow
Relax, eventually they will show
you'll be running in place again
if you can
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4. |
Turpentine
02:57
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In a town that's been on fire since 1964
soaked in turpentine it bathes my inner child so
the audience of this event
slicked up in crisco and fancy condiments
can come enjoy the show
We can stare into the sun
in the bowels of the sky
we can spit into the wind
it can hit you in the eye
In a town that's been on fire since 1964
keeps my baby warm and lights my cigarettes when I'm alone
but now the audience
has come for what they're owed and I am choking out
we reap what we sow
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5. |
Kumbaya
02:32
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Smoking with the car windows up
we all had something to hide
under the gun
the one who could blow them away
and we all sang kumbayah
under the gun
finger on thumb
another one
are we having fun yet, are we laughing now
we know what he's capable of
he's the one that could shoot to kill
under the gun
the one who would knock them down
and we all sang kumbayah
under the gun
finger on thumb
another one
are we having fun yet are we laughing now?
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6. |
Plan Omega
02:17
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If you behave yourself
Inside imperfect circles
around the carousel
until you're overburdened
keep from revealing these
holes upon our monument
surrendering yourself
captive of the collective
Endemic forces will gaze
As we gently
Carve our shepherds from sheep
lead us incorrectly
here is the formula
to help you ease your conscience
If you behave yourself
suffer the slings and arrows
the cameras never tell
only the dog will know
the mound of flesh you call
your boy is setting fires
around the carousel
only the dog will know
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7. |
Fighter Kites
02:27
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No ideas, no substance
Wiith nobody in control
Noone to save us, but you know
When you fall asleep
Falling under
Feel the rain and sleet
rolling thunder
Suffer like the rest
Killing sparrows
God can't hear us down here
No ideas, No substance
With somebody in control
Wanted to save us
But you know
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8. |
Demure
02:44
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She spoke with a voice like knives
Reciting lullabies in military cadence
Safe behind thin walls, wrapped up in silk and wool
In a fishbowl in a house that is on fire
She's not scared of me, I'm decomposing
Welcome home old friend, how was it this time?
She wages war with her new red pen
Iron grip of time and death in a reflection
safe behind thin walls, where we can wait for the
wild grasses to take back over
and she said
She's not scared of me, I'm decomposing
Welcome home old friend, how was it this time?
Welcome home
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9. |
Daytimeville
02:26
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Doesn't matter
never thought that I could keep you
out to pasture
always fought to get to sleep too
never had her
but tonight I have some booze
the seven stars we can see
what else could I need?
some fucking sleep
doesn't matter
there's another screen to turn to
moments after
now she's talking in a feedback loop
play it faster
give me something to convulse to
and maybe something to drink
no one says anything
just let me think
up more lyrics to sing
Doesn't matter
know you've known me for a while
passing glances
passing judgement in a smile
I can see things
haven't been working for a while
wanna hear you sing
but I know its not your style
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10 Turns
03:26
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Good luck
we're all counting on you
mister nice guy
guts me
just to think about it
why would I lie?
The phone rings
It was his cousin asking how many kids there were in the brady bunch
mister nice guy
good luck, let's tie up those loose ends and get you an alibi
Good luck
have fun
your move
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11. |
Up to You
02:53
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I am not sure what to do in my life
I don't want to be the man in binds
I don't want to be of sound mind
I wanna be a man or something like that
But I'm a fool to be honest with you
You were a fool to be honest with me
If I could afford to buy some more of your time
I'd wish you a nice life and a sudden death
I am not sure how to write this song
I think I might be doing something wrong
All I need to know is how to get through this show
I've made-- sense of it all
But I'm a fool to be honest with you
You were a fool to be honest with me
If I could afford to buy some more of your time
On second thought, I don't think I would spend a dime
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12. |
Zuckerfuck
02:19
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I want the program to work for me
I want a faster microwave oven
I want specific pornography
I want to believe in something
I want more pixels in my eyes
I want to fucking die
Medicate the sickness we're becoming
thought you'd found a friend, wants to sell you something
When they cut us loose we'll find a way to choose
between autonomy and whatever takes the least effort
I want the system to work for me
I want a quick response
I want for someone to disagree
I want what everyone else wants
What everyone else wants
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