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Keepin' Busy
02:29
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I was a fax machine you dumped in the trash
The place you go to trade gold for cash
An aeroplane that stalled and crashed in a field in Eastern Europe
I’m a jug of maple syrup
If happiness is keepin' busy then I don't have enough to do
If true happiness is found within then I need to stop depending on you
I need to stop depending on you
I heard happiness is being one of the gang
I heard they found some in the Ocean at the End of the Lane
I heard it's just a chemical made by your brain
any time you hear your own voice
I heard it's just a choice
But if happiness is keepin' busy then I don't have enough to do
If true happiness is found within then I need to stop depending on you
I need to stop depending on you
Truth commercials, they speak to me
\because everybody thinks that we're both a joke
And no matter what I try I can't love myself
And no matter what they try people will smoke
Until cigarettes get phased out by vape pens
I am a fax machine in 1985
I have ink!
I have paper!
I'm alive!
I heard happiness is something you use to survive
it's affordable shoes in the appropriate size
But if happiness is keepin' busy then I don't have enough to do
If true happiness is found within then I need to stop depending on you
I need to stop depending on you
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2. |
Hialeah Baptism
02:03
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Piles and piles of decaying bark
Around a swimming pool with an inflatable shark
It was covered in algae and full of brown leaves
We had the sun in our eyes and a plan up our sleeves
It was the middle of summer in Miami-Dade
We were drunk off the air and electric lemonade
Wwe had put on some weight but we were still pretty thin
So we took off our shirts and dove right in
There wasn't any chlorine
The water still reddened our eyes
You wiped the hair from my face
I put my hand on your thigh
The mosquitoes came out and the stars were close behind
And you were looking at me like you could dictate my mind
Then you took a deep breathe
Drifted down to the floor
And that morphine-like joy can't exist anymore
But I think of it sometimes and it tears through my chest
I loved you like the rich love the ideals of the West
And I saw you outside the world market a couple weeks back
Dandelions were growing in the sidewalk cracks
And you passed over me like we had never met
I’m not prepared to revisit that feeling just yet
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It's Not Mozart
04:07
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I lost my friends when I lost 4G connection
As I drag my feet through seasons of pointless repetition
I still stretch and scratch and beg for your attention
Like a certain businessman cock that blew up an American election
I lost my home when you moved out of Virginia
And now isolation is my honor code, and hate is my insignia
My CDs all blare white noise and my records loop Rush Limbaugh
The kindness that I held in my heart is now synthesized
And all of the stories I hear around here are so sensationalized
It's not Mozart trying to write a great symphony
I just keep waiting for an epiphany
I keep waiting for an epiphany that isn't ever gonna come
I lost my faith in God long before I saw blood pools on BBC news
I lost my faith in the state before I got to the drive-thru voting booth
and saw a short list of options I'd rather not choose
Why do I complain everyday when I have an easy life with very little to lose?
Just a cat and a roof and the spare money I blow on booze
It's not Mozart trying to write a great symphony
I just keep waiting for an epiphany
I keep waiting for an epiphany that isn't ever gonna come
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Rock Zombie
02:53
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Gene Simmons said, "Rock’s dead,"
As he wiped off his makeup and went to bed
His purring axe bass, it was overfed
And sleeping on a velvet rug by the fire
Some say he lost his way
Before he lip-synced on a float Thanksgiving day
You claimed he stole GG Allin's crown away
I claimed you were a god damn liar
The newspaper headline was about a twitter spat we had
And the story below the fold was about a suicide bomber at a mosque in Baghdad
So you can try to call my attention from this shattered smartphone screen
Rock Zeus has come to cash his check and piss on everything
Kid Rock got jealous when he lost the Grammy to the latest trending Youtuber
So he sent all the steel guitars away
Inside of the big yellow uber
And King Gene he was getting bold
So he declared the death of rap
As he stroked the bulging belly of the adspace in his lap
He said, "You play with passion? Ha! That shit’s pathetic
Yeah I'm in a band, it's only for the aesthetic."
So you can try to call my attention from this shattered smartphone screen
I'm the rock god dicktip
Too cool to give a shit about anything
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Beehive
04:49
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Everybody bow down to the king
To the beautiful leader of the pack
What are we going to do when the firmament cracks?
Everybody bow down to the queen
To the generous gypsy in the lake
All her subjects do is take, take, take
I used to meet her out where the black raspberries grow
I would leave creamed corn at the base of her shrine
But I haven't seen her there ever since they built the pipeline
They built an ark and stuffed it full of hashtag activists
4chan fascists, and their meme farmers too
There wasn't a dull moment in the stream of conversation
As they sailed across a body by Beirut
Then a creature with pink teeth cracked the deck from underneath
And it gobbled up the migrants with a grin
Then the city heard the news and all the anchors in grey suits
Demanded answers on behalf of CNN
I walk into the city today
I don't like what I see
There’s a vape shop where the farmer’s market used to be
And they're building another Starbucks on a road that already has five
If you can breathe you’re alive
You're a bee in the hive
Beehive
It's been several hours since I made it out of bed
But my apathy is a parasite and you know she must be fed
We are the red blood cells pooling in pale foreheads
We are the tombstones that were never above a body
There is no body here
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6. |
Death to Love
02:47
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My love is your internet bill
My love is the table that walks in right before the end of your shift
My love is the Abrahamic god
Cause it'll fuck up your life but it doesn't exist
My love is the big bong’s booty hit
My love is a dry contact lens lost in your eye
My love is waking up without cigarettes
My love is a morbid internet meme that refuses to die
Death to codependency
Death you mean the world to me
Death to love
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7. |
Two Person Coke Party
02:48
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I poured kerosene all over my hand
I put my hand to my brain so I could spread the flames
You were there with at the two person coke party
On the corner of euphoria and shame
And I don't mean it when I say that I love you
You woke up shirtless
Your ribs looked like jaws rising from your liquid skin
Then you got dressed and left to go fishing in the Draper Rd wishing fountain
And when you used up the bubblegum in your bait box
And the three pieces stuck to your shoe
There was nothing left to do
So you found your way back to me
And the two person coke party part two
And I don't mean it when I say that "I don't mean it when I say I love you”
You and I are ammonia and bleach
We're a tormented toxic tandem
And if the fire marshall saw in either of our heads
I think that she would throw a tantrum
You were there with me at the two person coke party
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Breakup Meme
03:28
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You wrote a note and left it on my bedside table
Under my reading lamp
It didn't contain any letters except for your first name’s initial
I found the door that led from my unmade bed to a bowl that held four Frosted Flakes
And I tried to distract myself with something superficial
I played Skyrim on the Xbox
I watched Children's Hospital on Netflix
I read Cosmo's 50 Tips for Having Great Sex
And I tried not to think about you
I found the black lighter you gave me
In my corduroys when I did the laundry
And I thought about how the color was not supposed to be unlucky
I found the Camel 9's you like in the Snuffy's on Price’s Fork
And I bought a pack and smoked half of it on a lengthy winter walk alone
I listened to John Darnielle's anthology
And I texted my friend Molly
And I drank three cups of black tar coffee
As I tried not to think about you
I wrote poems about Rob Huebel
And I tried to sit still and doodle
But I saw the drawing you made of a cannabis hammock
And of course it made me think of you
I crawled under my wool blanket
You always called it "super comfy"
This was the first place you said you loved me
I remember being silent several seconds after
‘Cause I didn't think that it was true
And lately I've been silent in most social situations
‘Cause I've been thinking about you
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Mister Rogers
04:17
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I wake up in the morning
And drink a jar of cinnamon
So I can be a pessimist
Before the day even begins
I'll wear a piece of Dead's skull on a paperclip chain
So it can hang next to my heart
We used to live like cartoon characters
Defying laws and borders
But now I'm working at the courthouse selling Nazi jokes for quarters
And waiting for God to make their way back from the toilet
So they can grab that Xbox controller and press start
And I think of your ghost anytime I hear windchimes
And Mister Rogers said that it's okay to feel sad sometimes
But lately all that I do is bring everybody down
I was trying to find the proper phrasing to describe you in an epitaph
But sunsets, you know they’re not as brilliant when you see them in a fucking photograph
And there is not an Instagram or Snapchat filter that my thumb can throw on to bring the beauty back
No there isn’t
And I think of your ghost anytime I hear windchimes
And Mister Rogers said that it's okay to feel sad sometimes
But lately all that I do is bring everybody down
I was always trying to explain myself
But in the end we act out the Tower of Babel
Though we dabbled in dark sorcery
You would've wanted more for me
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10. |
Lone Tree in Hell
04:37
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Like a fire by the rising tide
Burn
Like peroxide fizzing in your wounds
Burn
Like your freckled skin after hours in the garden
Burn, burn, burn
Like the letter you didn't want anyone to read
Like the coal that turned Centralia into a ghost town
Like the lawn-green sawgrass growing in the Florida Everglades
Burn, burn, burn
Like Scarecrow when he meets the wicked witch
Like the coils in your friend Nik's vaporizer
Like the CD in your disk drive when the download is complete
Burn, burn, burn
Like the vampire stumbling in the sunlight
Like the wings worn by Icarus after he disobeys his Dad
Like the paper that you rolled around a sweet gram of nutmeg
Burn, burn, burn
A block or two away from a blazing ball of gas
A pebble on the turnpike around a larger sum of mass
And the only purpose
For my consciousness
As far as I can tell
Is so I can burn like I am the last tree in hell
Like the Buddhist monk in an act of protest
Like the candle defiantly flickering in the synagogue
Like the Norwegian church way back in 1994
Burn
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11. |
Protest Song 3000
02:53
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I was sunshine dancing at the speed of light
With the poise and grace of an NSA satellite
I was the last engineer on the nonsense train
I had a gold membership in the NRA
Imagine a styrofoam container; its worth is undeniable
Common, inexpensive, the structure is reliable
It can be grown by anyone, it blooms twice a year
In fact, there’s a nursery full of them not two blocks from here
In America, the free of the land and the brave
So behave or be sent to one of our many crowded prisons
Congressman call themselves patriots for spying on their citizens
Frack it in your backyard, it's just the time we live in
With political balls of yarn
Styrofoam farms
All the propaganda sold out and lost its charm
But the disclaimer told me the country came to no harm
So let’s all do our alma mater!
This land is your land, this land is my land
From the drunk dicktip at the frat house
To the mangy homeless veteran
From the man-made borders
To the 150 countries that have been occupied by the United States military
This land was made for you and me
I see a warehouse of boxes full of "I Voted!" stickers
The loan somebody needed for textbooks and iClickers
It's American History X, not American Pickers
Pop, you're racist when you're hungry, cut your shit, eat a Snickers
I'm as worthless as the person singing protest songs
No, I’m the rhetoric preached by some bigoted prick
No I'm a dude trying to prove his masculinity by talking about his dick
With a tart heart cold enough to make the snowfall stick
Here in the Big Lick
Here in the NRV
My home, the source of all of Eden's envy
The only thing I have to worry about is some poor kid going "crazy"
And the folks at Cook Counseling acting apathetic and lazy
And yeah, I know, it's fucked but it's true
You'd think $30,000 a year would get you someone to talk to
But I guess we'll buy the lie of higher education
And work for forty years to afford houses our diplomas can be framed in
This land is your land, this land is my land
From the single mother at Broward College
To the future president at Penn
From the 1% / to the 1 in 5 millennials living in poverty
This land was made for you and me
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