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Wax Chest
02:48
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U don’ no me anymo’
U don’ no anythin’ you say
dekcuF up again
Ain’t got nothin’ to hide
dekcuF up again
Ain’t got know one to hide behind
Tell the truth and you’re crucified
Healing hands are nothin’ to hide behind
Could have dug down and hid it away
Instead I’ve come unstuck in fixin’ tihs
dekcuF up again
Ain’t got know one to behind
Tell the truth and you’re deificurc
Chax West was a friend of mine
Chax West was a friend but he died
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Mellow Corpse
04:03
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Stay idle, hunt for your ambition
Make both ends meet then greet your end
You are not; you’re not your job
Water tread, find your flow
Make end’s meat then greet your great end
You are not; you’re not your job
Means to an end in self-made men
Means to an end of the world by the tail between
Legs to stand on tip of tongue in cheek
Are you content? How are you spent?
Wolves at the door, that’s your reward
Are you a corpse? How is your aunt?
Do you do what you want to do with what you have got?
You are not; you’re not your job
But you are; you are your work
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Baby Wants
03:27
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Let’s sit around and talk about our emotions
We’ll write songs about our ex-boyfriends and girlfriends
Let’s sing about our solemn aspirations or is it asshole-spirations?
I wanna hear about you as a child with your dysfunctional family
It entertains me
It jerks tears from my eye
Let’s hear how you’re the lonely and the only one
Who can see life for what it is
Well, baby wants its bottle too
Well, baby - just maybe - we all have insignificant problems
Baby, baby girl, tell me the problems of the world
Well, baby boy, show me your pea heart
And if you’re stupid let me spell it out for you
This is not not not the thing to do
You’re a prodigy, you’re better than me; you’re smarter, cooler, higher
You see it all clearer, you’ve smoked more cigarettes
You’ve drank plenty more beers, your brain is glazier
Your sperm swim slower
So lock up your daughter, her ovaries are worn
On her sleeve
But these things make them hipper than me
Your pants are tighter, your hair longer, you’ve grown a moustache and/or a beard
You’ve got black rimmed glasses
You’re as boring and as predictable as this chord progression
Your motives are vain, your actions gluttonous
You’ve got nothing more to live for
Than parading around and peacocking yourself
And consuming as much as your enormous mouth can take
You’re a prodigy, you’re better than me, you’re an effigy
You’re a walking sodomy; you’re a pain in the ass
You’re an effin’ a’
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Jank Stars
03:38
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Nothing is solid, everything is energy
Like a picture of the void
Immaterial mental double-slit-optical-system
Circulatory job, muscular organ
Respiratory platform, nervous system
Reality, the great thought, rather than the great machine
Skeletal remains, endocrine access
Closer, closer, adhere
New-zanic-a-fone
Zacki-fon-a-phon
Get ‘em on the phone, yew
Ab-sis alone, want some coffee?
Sippin’ off the top up the side now
Soak
Digestive biscuit
Reproductive collection
Urinary infection
Like a picture of the void
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Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle fither marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither
Smelt liddle fither marc
Smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle marc
Smelt liddle fither marc, smelt liddle fither marc
Smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle marc, smelt liddle fither, smelt liddle fither marc
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There’s a hole out the back of the place where I live
I buried something dead there but I can’t remember what it is
Stop thinking in metaphors
Start talking in metafives or maybe freeze
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m trying not to remember
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m dying not to remember
There’s a car in the driveway, it’s parked in reverse
I can’t get her started
There was a note beside my bed
She wrote on it but I can’t remember what it said
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m trying not to remember
It’s the thing I can’t remember
The thing I don’t want to remember
Here’s the thing I’m dying not to remember
The grass will grow again
Take care, my friend
The grass grew over it again
The grass grew over it again
Well I filled up the hole, put a brick on top
Stopped my dog from digging it up
Well I filled up the tank, finally took her out
As we turned the first corner she died
Found the note all balled up in the trash
This is what she had to say
Take care
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Coogee Bear
01:14
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Gotta friend named Coogee Bear
Got his name when he was young
From a hotel chain
He don’t like it very much
But we still call him
Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear
From a hotel he got his name
Coogee Bear, Coogee Bear, he’s a little Coogee Bear
Coogee Bear, underwear, he’s my friend, he’s Coogee Bear
Coogee Bear, who’s your Bear?
He’s my friend, they call him Coogee Bear
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Lifeless Bovine
03:53
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Pluto's Bird
03:41
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Rambunctious Demoniac
05:47
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Grandma died on her birthday
It was raining on the cabin in the woods
He watched from outside that night
I held her cool hand
Night
Through the window
I watched him as he watched me
Rain like tears
Streamed down his face as he ran
I dash along on dead leaves
He hides between the redwood and cedar
Evaporate
Behind me
It reaches out
With hands so cool
I turn around
It melts into me
Through others’ eyes
I watch her as he is me
I dash along on green leaves
He hides inside the breach
With a thousand heads
Behind it
I reach it out
With hands so cool
It turns around
Dantalion
Hear me, gotta steal this song, yeah
Kill me, gonna be free
Wanna be free from this
Lemme give it away, gimme
Evaporate
Behind us
We reach it out
With hands so cool
We turn around
Raining again on the cabin in the woods
We dash along to the window
Gotta steal this song
Gonna be free
Wanna steal this song?
Possession
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