1. |
Skittering Limbo
01:54
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2. |
Home For the Weekend
01:40
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I am always going to joke through the bad things
and the good things, they won't be anything new
anything I even mildly enjoy I'll
Do or have or take until I'm in two
ads play on the radio
clouds cover the sky
there will come a time
where it can be just you and I
I am always going to rage straight into the dying
the light can fade and see if I give a shit
there is no use remembering or defying
things make us who we are, and that is it
until then I will see you
when and where I can
I just wish it was summer again
I just wish they had a plan
and I would like to be able to introduce myself as Daniel
but I can't in good conscience do that, I am a Dan
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3. |
ggg
01:59
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I'll accomplish everything, and
I will beat the dread flowing through you
why are we just standing here
we have got so many things to do
and there was nothing
that I could do
to keep them from keeping me from you
beaded blood stuck on my cuffs
nature boys and movie buffs
diorama scene
holding grudges that aren't real
knowledge won't change how you feel
and that was a dream
and there was nothing
that I could do
to keep them from keeping me from you
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4. |
Daniel 4
02:28
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Every hour, on the hour
you will find me in the shower,
scrubbing off the grit and grime
I left behind, I left behind.
Brandon haunted the DVD player
when he tried to turn it off
and even though someday he will be the slayer
he will still be strung aloft,
and the tree grew into the heavens,
and it blotted out the sun,
and I sat high up in the treetops,
and I looked down on everyone.
we hardly stay up until 12
senile young is so much fun
into the dappled plains i delve
exploring or else on the run
and the tree grew to the heavens
and it blotted out the sun
and i sat high up in the treetops
and i looked down on everyone
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5. |
They're All D, G, and A
01:52
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I can see your mind draining
of all that hope that you had at the start
and I can see your confidence waning
amidst all the tacky convenience store hearts
and I
cannot help think that I cannot be saved
you
will follow this spiral down into my grave
I can hear your bubbling laughter
echo across to the other side
the river drowns it out as it does to all things
but I'd remember it most of the time
I defy a challenge to values
by showing off and shirking my role
I will break and do what you ask of me
return every page that I stole
and I
cannot help think that I cannot be saved
you
will follow this spiral down into my grave
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6. |
After Cody
01:45
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well its been a year or so and im back in the greenhouse again,
well, i guess there has been progress, but it all kind of depends,
if i chase
if i stay changed
how i handle feeling strange
my hair falls off
and my skin peels
i still hear things that aren't real
well there have been things that got better and then some that got worse
there are people like you now in who your mind can be immersed
though it kills me
oh, it kills me
you get addicted to kind
we all do
and after it's through
cruelty can just feel so blind
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7. |
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there are curse words in the bathroom stall
black paint caked on the sink as i slink back to my hall
the books will pile up as i take more and more
trying to find the word, the phrase, the line
that will shake me to the core
and when the nights get short
i will chew gum until my mouth hurts
all the long way home
and this sore throat is just getting worse
there were kids outside the monastic cell chattering away
they were from over the seas, i couldnt understand the things they say
we're all fighting one or two things that we do not understand
i feel good and then i slap the cards, we're just doing what we can
and when you see me next
i'll be rotting out, on the inside
think of me what you will, what you will
but i'll still do it on those short nights
and when the night gets short
i will chew gum until my mouth hurts
all the long way home
and this sore throat is just getting worse
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8. |
Grocery List Envelope
02:02
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another den of pharisees and two bitter hacks
looking out in what they fear and see as an attack
because they know their will is false and their hearts
their hearts are black
if they catch me i bet they throw me right back
my father will live on in me
when people say hi im not who they see
tell em to calm down
it is such a small town
not because i'm not big enough
oh, there's no issue there
but mainly because the stress it would cause them to care
they don't need it to be right
they want exactly what's fair
because with mercy and love comes the good of which you're scared
you never wanted the world on a plate
we could have used a more open minded state
events have transpired i'm afraid that its too late
don't worry there are fond memories buried in this hate
this mess drags on forever
eternal awful wreck
the skeleton crew's starving but all hands are still on deck
the gas meter's depressing so we don't even check
my father will live on in me
when people say hi i'm not who they see
tell them to calm down
it is such a small town
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the contract was entered
signed here and there
but caveat emptor
let the buyer beware
the soldiers flood back in
the jobs dried up
refused piled knee-high
condition will erupt
and in the great Chicago fire
tenements fell like corpses
it sounded like an earthquake
and in the Pemberton Mill, women fall AS burning corpses
mourn the poor 88
oh mourn.
the rats lived wild
in the pulsing street
pained grimaces
on every face you see
the judge has the power
the business has the judge
capitalist regimes
never seem to budge
and in the great Chicago fire
tenements fell like corpses
it sounded like an earthquake
and in the Pemberton mill women fell As burning corpses
mourn the poor 88
remember the poor 88
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10. |
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i hate my body, hate my face, hate that i look like a disgrace
hate every one of my teeth and my gums
i hate my eyes the way they sparkle when i lie
hate my mouth and my lying tongue
i hate my pride hate the fact that i cannot clean up my act
hate that i am not enough
i hate my rage hate my heart when I fall apart
i hate that i burden you with this stuff
and you could see the mountains
clearly by the moon
and i shiver as the winds begin to blow
and the bright Christmas night
illuminates the slopes
glinting off those tenuous first snows
i get so stupid i can't think, dont wanna move, dont wanna blink
eliminate the shreds to which i cling
I get so lonely i can't sleep, i just let it gouge in deep
listen to the broke people sing
and you could hear the mountains
whistling at the moon
and i shiver as the winds begin to blow
and the bright Christmas night illuminates the slopes
glinting off those tenuous first snows
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11. |
Anthropology
03:04
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the shaman demands a gift,
he cuts his face with the knife
gain entry into the temple
huddled, herding in his wife
anonymity lost
of the body and soul
oh, this feeling might kill you
but it could make you whole,
medicine man, in the latipsoh
where do all your faithful go?
scrutinized closely
by the gnarled, old man
desperation gently nestles in
and so here we stand
native to where i'm from
which i suppose is here
i don't really know
we've been lost for years
medicine man, in the latipsoh,
where do all your faithful go?
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12. |
Bible Belt
02:08
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14. |
Grey Meat Drone
02:17
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Nebuchadnezzar's hair grows long
he scurries, feral, wild
his soul lost, it drifts, and drifts
and settles in a child
i am uglier in the dark
if i am as suspected
he was gone, he went away
no clue when he's expected
made from marble, ancient weave
hundreds of fathoms deeper
abrasions so beautiful
i'm a whack believer
it's going to be this way for a long long time
nothing that i can say to get him in line
busting backpack, darkened hall
above with all the others
automatons of blood i guess
i used to call them brothers
static voices shouting out
the background noise, the wild buzz
no one knows where i have gone
but i know where he was
it's going to be this way
for a long long time
nothing that i can say
to get him in line
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15. |
Be Thou My Vision
02:58
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16. |
Haunted DVD Player
01:06
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The I In Irony Brinnon, Washington
Tapeworm King,
the Wrong Daniel Johnston and his buddies and brothers and stuff- don’t mind the noise
interludes
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