1. |
Artichoke Ashtray
04:23
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Weirdest bite in the box
Covered in your rainbow wash
The strangest enumeration
Lost in cerebral notation
Some morbid quest : incineration
Doused in primordial detergent
To cleanse the eons
Vice pouch! Vice pouch!
I know you’re in there!
Vice pouch...I know you care
My faith is an Artichoke Ashtray
My faith I couldn't begin to explain
Covered in repellant
of overzealous relics
of the stimuli
When the early morning rises I don’t feel a thing,
but you know just who I am
You know just who I am
When you arrive does it taste as sweet?
Or did you only love the mystery…
My faith is an Artichoke Ashtray
My faith I couldn't begin to explain
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2. |
Botanic Bang
04:23
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Cherry flavored, wrap it up
Rubber Rosé to fill your cup
& then it's gone again
It's pink and discarded
Views dearly departed
WA
Freak out at the Buffalo Club
Convulsing in your punk crust love
Just wanted someone
to share a smoke with
Jasmine’s growing like Medusa
Like you it's a bit obtrusive to my head
It's on again, off again
Thought that we could be good friends
Now I can see your eyelet
One hides, and the others examining mine
He shown the light through the garnet
And it turned bright red
Many jagged facets
Are you
In a haze of cloud green botanicals
On an orchestral high
Half bloomin half dead
They love a botanic bang
They love a botanic bang
But don't ask for it again
It just won't be the same
Cowboy gardener
Watch me skull it
See you at the bottom, anyways
Don't screw the crew
At 10pm
You got them bottleshop blues
The crew fell apart in timber creek
Now I'm all alone watching bush t.v.
Just wanted someone to share this story with
They love a botanic bang
They love a botanic bang
But don't ask for it again
It just won't be the same
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3. |
Aural Seizures
04:02
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Aural Seizures
got me turning on
The Berlin radio
Your big window
After every morning light
I can see Alaska
From the coast of Russia
After every morning light
Chaste in slaughter
Poison rosewater
He said
I wanna live
I said
I’m sick of watching you die
I love you, but I don’t need you
You were my hero
Now I’m just waking up
From my dream-quality repression
I hope it's not just a fantasy
Renaissance transfiguration
Controlled sex of evocation
Chaos forever reigns
After every morning light
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4. |
Chronic Pixelation
04:40
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I’m gonna crucify myself and call it a fad
A walking enigma sounds like a drag, to climb
I smoke a Stockholm blend and reminisce about the shag
It was the worse cigarette I ever had, sitting next to you
Something so pure just got lost in pain
Somewhere along the way
There was a blood orange van and some crazy plan
To purge the disco lights that hung above our heads-
Our humble bed
I got picked up in this pink porn cadillac
On the floorboards, all our snail mail nudes
Delivered them to you
Something so pure just got lost in pain
Somewhere along the way
Turn off the hologram
Chronic Pixelation
Haunting in sweetness
I don’t know if it’s too much
So I don’t say anything at all
Don’t say anything at all
Round and round and round we go
It just seems like every corner that I turn
There’s gonna be another one that...
I have got to go
It’s a tainted flavor that’s taken over my blood
With the inability to feel ok, most of the time.
Something so pure
Something so pure
Just got lost in pain
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5. |
Switchblades
03:15
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Frozen in time standing with all our little mysteries
Nobody knows
Roaming around town with all our secret histories
Everybody knows
I saw you on the corner, and thought that I knew you
The grass turned to switchblades
It cut me every time
Spin around sister, I see the dark side is much worse
Staring at myself in the mirror, the space i used to be
I left you at the center, you wretched monstrosity
Perception quickly erased with one indulgent taste
Spring motion at the precipice of bloom
A haze of ours reveals
A flash
The birds mimic the sirens
Republic of sighs
Soaking in the the scene
Of my hazy, red dream
Frozen in time standing with all our little mysteries
Nobody knows
Roaming around town with all our secret histories
Everybody knows
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6. |
Trash World
04:29
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Wrapped in your barren fragility
I am wrapped in your barren fragility
No one tries to make it pretty
And it’s so so quiet
In Isolation, Isolation
Could isolation be a party of two?
In Trash World
With my barren ground caribou
They say, “stay cold and copulate and breed!”
Erase your memory man!
Erase your memory man!
I was riding on a seafoam grave
Waiting on some transfiguration
This is the old story!
I want a new story!
Retreat to my daydream!
Retreat to my daydream!
So I can stay clean
The message came through antenna wires
Hurricane, through that hole in my brain
This is the last resort for me
That was the old story
I’ve got a new story
That was the old story
You’ve got a new story
In Trash World
In Isolation, isolation
We found our spray-painted facade of home
We found our spray-painted facade of home
Isolation, party of two.
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7. |
Capital Vagrant
04:13
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I got a prerequisite
I got a prerequisite
My opinion is subjective
My reaction is everything
Room 41
at the Phoenix Sunrise Motel
I got a prerequisite
would you fuck with this?
I'm so sick of it today
Reject your muscle memory
the way we manifest misery
desire and expectation
precipitate painful misinterpretation
the antipode: unknown clarity
the gold stars you earned in charity
I was future tripping
at the midnight mission
deja vu of dreams
I don't remember
I met myself
at the midnight mission
Pacific Gardens
down in Pilsen
Jesus saves all but me
Internalize internal lies
holy death tranquilize
autoerotic asphyxiation a la mode
strictly strychnine sex juice fragrance with a kick
the pleasure palace is open 24 hours a day
destroy disfiguration
the pain a subtle mistress
this affair has lost my interest
I am a capital vagrant
capital vagrant
wrapped in sequined alabaster
lost in sequence moving faster
capital vagrant
capital vagrant
transmuting feeling into plaster
no apparent reason
seasoned internal treason
internal treason
and I....
got a prerequisiste
would you get rid of it?
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8. |
Cemented Youth
06:11
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Pony Pump and the Smoker’s Suite
Masochism was never the intent, but always the result
I am a cartoon character that keeps getting killed
Monarch Murderers on the road
Border bandits at the tower door
The world keeps requesting my attention-
things I don’t feel are so important
I am the feature of this operator’s theatre, and he is the phlebotomist’s dream
I am the shoes that my father found in the snow; They were just his size
I am my mother’s imprint : artificial insemination
I am your childhood blur
I am unrequited, cemented youth
Rolling through the punches so long, you forget what you’re doing...you become
I am immobilized
I am cemented youth & I don’t want to die
I am unsure of where we go from here but I, I am alive
Presence calming. Apart unnerving. What is this, longing?
Existing in opaque flashes, in disheveled elegance, how does the hell you know, become the status quo?
Fuck my status quo! Fuck my personal hell!
I am the opaque flash!
...of a vision, on a curtain in the Arizona room where you smoke your cigarettes
I am a flash, projected on the skullcap screen
I am the feature of this operators theatre, and he is the phlebotomist’s dream
I am the feature of this operators theatre-of this operators theatre
There is a hole.
I am
I am waiting
for gravity
to pull me through
to pull me through
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9. |
Anarkiss
06:45
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You question the love
that people have for you
You convince them anyways
to find out who you really are ::
sad & angry & impatient & scared
yet somehow, somehow
being with you is better than being alone...
sometimes, sometimes...
I like the way I know you now
I like the way there are things I don't know about you yet
You know, there are things you don't know about me either
and I hope we get to a place where we can find out,
but if you go ahead, and you want to doubt it...
You’re Ten-Hi
you're so empty
sour mash phlebotomy
you trade your love for the B.A.C.
that means there ain’t nothing left
for you and me
So why don’t you give me a kiss?
I’m an Anarkiss!
Put your lips to god!
And find out there ain’t no more faith to suck from
I’m bone dry, high in the sky
My left hand man and my holy ghost
Don’t even know
they don’t even know
my first name!
I’m not a nihilist I swear!
I just don’t care
I really don’t care
Everybody wants it and nobody cares!
I sold my heart to the shindig,
but it didn’t go very deep
Shallow, shallow!
So why don’t you give me a kiss?
Baby I’m an Anarkiss
Amen! I’m an Anarkiss
Amen! I’m an Anarkiss
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10. |
Nameless Homeostasis
03:37
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Nameless, Homeostasis
I met you at the drag queen races
Now I’m crushing on you
Sipping on your blue weed juice
Won’t you put your lipstick on for me?
Won’t you but your lipstick on baby
Your high heels too
Temporarily color the mood of my mind
It feels real good till it feels like shit
Nameless, Homeostasis
I’m tripping on a daily basis
But with all that I am through
I know exactly what I’m gonna do
I put on my Apache Junction mood ring
You said you’re gonna drive me halfway home
Halfway between heaven and hell
You’re like a tropical skin disease
Feels real good till it feels like shit
Feel real good till it feels like shit
Feels real good till it feels like shit!
No one’s gonna love you
as much as you love yourself
even if you dislike yourself
Nameless, Homeostasis
You better check your fact versus reality basis
Before you start chasing some imaginary equilibrium
Thinking you’re the latest anachronism
Won’t you just put your lipstick on for me?
Won’t you put your lipstick on baby
We’ll be the rough riders of the frequencies
If your bass was a flat line
It’d be like you’re dead all the time
Halfway between heaven, and hell!
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