1. |
stargasm
02:01
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We set fire to
every fern in every house
on W 16th St.
Mike wore his shoes
down past the soles
Then died bleeding real slow
Tonight’s the night
We turn 13 years old
We’re erect and we are bold
What would you exchange for a broad?
Not a god damn thing!
What would you trade for a Klondike Bar?
I’d give everything
We burned the tombs
of every pope who passed
and filled our hearts with hope
Mike followed Virgil
through the smoke and flames
stenciling the walls of hell with his name
We sold our souls
for Satan’s muse
so why can’t we sing the blues
What would you do to get out alive?
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2. |
capybara
06:18
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God damn the punk front men
Who convinced me I could sing
I’ve screamed all my thoughts
But it hasn’t amounted to anything
I will be covered in tumors
A Fleshy, mountainous terrain
I will die of bullet wounds
Left untreated in my brain
I hope they find my notebook
And call it a masterpiece
I hope they bury my corpse
Alongside Master P’s
All the tantrum’s I’ve ever thrown
Are now written in verse
You’ve got a pretty face
There’s no way it could get worse
If I could just stay apathetic and sleep my life away
If I could turn off my brain and get rich some easy way
I am the Great.I.Am. but you came to fuck that up
If I could just stay apathetic and sleep my life away
Secluded, all alone
Separated from my friends
Won’t you take me down,
Soft shade and innocent?
I am the few, the proud
I want to go again
You’ve got a pretty face
I want to be human
I don’t think that they’re listening to me
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3. |
phoenix
05:39
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When I was young
I climbed the family tree
Where I rose to the Heavens
Fell, and scraped my knees
I bled for the next 3 weeks
Now I don't believe in heights
Never look up toward the sky
As far as I'm concerned
There's no such thing as birds
The sun is another lie
Underneath a magic leaf
I kissed a blonde girl in the evening
She dipped beneath the Earth
Until fires claimed her skirt
and she became the dirt you're kneading
Wish that I stayed in touch
With people that I claimed to love
Instead him myself in a daze
If I had the courage, I would say
Please, don't fade away
I will show you my faith
by what I do
said James, in the morning
as the (car) door slammed shut
and his old life sped into the blue
Take me far away from here
Said the gin bottle to the lips
help me forget her smell, her smile and her hips
put me back to sleep,
said the alarm clock to the hand
When I die, I'll fade
and won't go straight to heaven
I'll float around for a few days
roaming the old haunts where we laid
in Phoenix, Arizona (along the by and by)
Wish that I stayed in touch
With people that I claimed to love
Instead him myself in a daze
If I had the courage, I would say
Please, don't fade away
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4. |
is hardcore
03:49
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Hold my hand and strap me down
Cover my wounds with a hospital gown
Bury me in my minor threat t-shirt
Stick my corpse so far under the dirt
That my bones become one with the earth
I spent the bulk of my life in a hospice
My body, it shifts and breaks
From all the abuse it undertakes
My senses flutter and they shake
And I die and I die and I die
My body, it fucking aches
From all the lovers in my wake
My hands love it when they shake
And we die and we die and we die
Put on those good jeans and misbehave
Drink every sip until you’re feeling brave
sense the aggravation in every limitation
Tell my friends I believe in re-animation
Send me off with several drunken salutations
I spent too much of my life getting anxious
My body, it shifts and breaks
From all the abuse it undertakes
My senses flutter and they shake
And I die and I die and I die
My body, it fucking aches
From all the lovers in my wake
My hands love it when they shake
And we die and we die and we die
Oh, and what else could you do?
As the walls are all coming in on you
Well, how many songs have rhymed “do” and “you”
How many notes about you could you prove?
Well, I’d like to do you too
Is that how my body looks to you?
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5. |
washed up strawberry
03:35
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I want to be an old black man
Sitting on the front porch
Spitting chew into a can
I want to gather the neighborhood kids
Tell them stories of the war
And all about my old whores
I want to taste her in my tea
I want to feel her faint heart
Beating next to me
But she don’t know that I don’t shower
I go streaking through car washes
Screaming, “White and black power!”
And I know that I’m trying to hard When I shouldn’t be trying at all
Don’t try to be better, don’t try at all, just be who you are
I’m a passive wrecking ball
Politely rolling down the hall
If you stand in my way
I will ask you to move
I will use “please” and “thank you”
As I bite my tongue
I will ask you not to do things
You’ve already done
I want to be a martyr for a cause
But I believe in nothing
And nothing always works
I want to love someone as much as I love myself
But I will heave my final shot with no time left
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6. |
goat flag
02:33
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Generic,
Christian man
Have you been told
Of your resemblance
To the savior, God
As depicted in the paintings
Bleed with me
Christian man
Transfiguration is upon us
Have you ever tased flesh
Garnished by the blood of favor
Sleep with me
Christian girl
And i will pray
For your transgressions
Have you ever left the north?
I'd like to take you south this season
Half-blooded,
Christian girl
You've got eyes
That burn forever
Sub-atomic
Nuclear power
That courses through
Your veins like water
I do anticipate the explosion
Explode!
Explode with me
I want to see our guts reign
Down upon some unsuspecting town
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KONKLIN Denton, Texas
metta world punk suburban apathy salts
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