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Tongue / pill / I chew
It's all I do, I do
You use and use fantasia truths
It soothes and toothes what's aching you
They point and shoot
An institute, they do
Tongue / pill / I chew
It's all I do, I do
I can't, I can't
I won't, I won't
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Unhand the man, you animal hater
Haven’t you earned enough of your paper?
Is there an end, you marketer traitor?
Emotional devotion creator
Unhand the land, you politic hater
Haven’t you made enough on your wager?
Is there an end, you marketer traitor?
Emotional devotion creator
Tire, praise you
To appraise you
And when you finally cry out in anger
That’s when you eye the hand with a dagger
A given name, a stranger on paper
Emotional devotion creator
And when you break away in a stagger
That’s when you eye the hand with a dagger
A given name, a stranger on paper
Emotional devotion creator
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It's My Body
02:31
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Body, it’s my body
Leave us, you attacker
Attacker anathema
I’m a declarer, a user deterrer
Leave us, you attacker
Attacker anathema
Leave my body, let it be. It lives in a neutrality
From what you say and do to me, harasser of vitality
Manipulator, not today. You all too often have your way
You’ll get what you have coming soon -- until that day I am immune
When we are shocked, we hesitate. We later reevaluate
The motives of the ones we trust, and realize in all we must
Repudiate a violent way. Manipulator, not today
You’ll get what you have coming soon, until that day I am immune
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4. |
Escalator Ism
02:58
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All too new, perfume showers
Afternoon, shop for hours
Shoes Shoes Shoes
Ancient beauty shine powers
I ask you, do allow us?
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Brief Inner Mission
01:59
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Half an hour, half a matinee
Half another heady half a day
Half as soon the show is underway
Half as sour as we were that day
Idle chatter out to let us be
Idle banter while we wait and see
All the lines we know we should not say
Restless rest arrest us on our stay
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6. |
NYC Illuminati
03:04
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You crosser, East River
A sea of endless subjects
You vastly, all knowing
Discoverer unequal
You work for no one at all
And still have, financial
The freedom to speak freely
And dressed in fantastic
Illusions of starvation
You stand for nothing at all
Your passion, you lover
You drive artistic engine
You're talking artfully
We desperately attend it
You work for no one at all
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7. |
Wood Paneling Pt. 2
01:20
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Too Dumb
03:01
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I could have had so much fun
But pity me, cause I'm too dumb
I'm putting the work into my black thumb
It's been that way since I was young
My taxes and insurer boggle my brain
I'll ask you to slow down and read it again
I'm putting the work into seeing anew
I feel so much smarter since I have met you
The 21st century will kill me one day
I figured that out on my own yesterday
A life without you is uncomfortably numb
So pity me, cause I'm too dumb
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Unnatural, an actual, an act, an eyeball
A once a week, I want a weak enough to wake up
You break your back, you're back to tell, carry your eyesores
You tell your tongue to not carry saliva?
Act like you're kin, you break them in, you sell a new one
A once a week, I want a weak enough to wake up
A sash, an act, attach, an actual, an eyeball
You tell your tongue to not carry saliva?
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Permanent Moral Crisis
02:58
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Can’t you see the way they talk?
The way they run their hair
Crashing waves are all around
And no one seems to care
Out all night and in all day
You’ll join them if you dare
Crashing waves are all around
And military flair
On the road and at cafes
The truth is all laid bare
Crashing waves are all around
And change is in the air
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Do It
02:16
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Time's up -- hours in your dressing room
Go through with it!
"Ring, ring" goes the bell
You're an actor -- act like actors act!
Enact an action and do it!
Half shine doesn’t sell half as well
You're after hell
You won't laugh to tell, now do it!
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Eyeballs
04:26
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Unnatural, an actual, an act, an eyeball
A sash, an act, attach, an actual, an eyeball
Non-questional, unanswerable, a foreign eyesore
Apocrypha, a pocketful, out pops your eyeballs
You tell your tongue to not carry saliva?
You break your back, you're back to tell, carry your eyesores
Half us are a, a sufferer, so far, "que sera"
I rust, I must, I rush to stardust
Cold surprise, a century-old disposition
Close your eyes, left of your line of vision
You’re alive, sentient intermission
Close your eyes, sentient exhibition
Unnatural, an actual, an act, an eyeball
A once a week, I want a weak enough to wake up
No rush, you watch your watch, you tell time after half-time
You tell your tongue to not carry saliva?
I rust, I must, I rush to stardust
I rust, the rest of us, we rush to stardust
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13. |
Up And Up
05:14
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Up, up, and away
I feel like I’m flying
This must be what dying
In part has been based on
It's something to waste on
Kind Aristotle, with your power of emotion
Send an army of your acolytes to bed
And when they wake up they feel . . .
Up, up, and away
I can’t stop from sighing
I feel like I’m flying
This must be what dying
In part has been based on
Kind opera singer, you’re a master of deception
Send your following to bed, and when they wake up
Feel refreshed, that though their problems, overwhelming
There are answers that the theater will provide
For shallow faces taught to sleep through bigger questions
Confessor
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