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Creepy People
00:08
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2. |
Human On Humanoid
03:44
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Sun up on the globalized medicine
Grew the fruit on the more resistant stem
Isn't it interesting?
You never resisted it...
Creepy people in the cornfields
Shark-eyed and silent
And they're peeping in the windows
They like it under cloaks
They boast an unhealthy glow
Genitalia vestigial
Been so long since they got it on
Human on humanoid
In the dim, in the mirror
Brothers
Sisters
Children
Ancestors
Future
Figures
They are here, ancestors
Brothers
Sisters
Children
Ancestors
Future
Figures
They are here mostly to molest us
Isn't it interesting?
You never resisted it
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3. |
That's Why
02:38
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How many times a week do you see a man trippin? Trippin over his own two feet? Every day I see this, everywhere I see this, every day I day I day I... And after the sun goes down, I see the streetlights flicker out. It's because I was watchin, it's because I was walkin by. Actually believe my mind can calculate so quickly, yeah, create so accidentally. Fabricate an explanation, can't allow it or accept that I am so instrumental... here. And after the sun goes down, I see the streetlights flicker out. It was an act of god, only natural, coincidental? No!!!!! It was me who made you, me who made you fall. It was me who made you, it was me who made you fall. It was me who made you, me who made you fall. It was me who made you, it was me who made you fall.
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4. |
Hollowbody
02:45
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The tainted thread runs through all that's pure, I should know, I put it there. What I bought and discarded, what I took and I hoarded, what I caught, how I spread it, how I made it and spent it... What are the damages, then, and will you take a check?
I give blood on the bus
Donate my organs at the supermarket
I always do my part
They even took the heart!
Oooooh, Hollowbody
That's what they call me
Ain't nobody gonna be tellin me to stay hungry
Hey hey hey I ain't playin!
I give blood on the bus
Donate my organs at the supermarket
I always do my part
They even took the heart
Identification cards
To take a number at the health department
Forgoing all anesthesia
Undergoing the procedure!
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5. |
Somefin
01:54
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Everybody get to kill somefin... 'cept me. You want me to let that bug be, you want me to free me - Oh! Everybody get to kill somefin... 'cept me.
Fisherman get to gut that fish
Butcher be left with nuffin
But Slaughter Man he no gonna stinge,
He take Butcher Man with him huntin.
Soldier Man do it for defense,
For Policeman, more paperwork,
Runnin for Governor, big Business Man,
He sign the paper for the electric chair, yeah!
Paper....
Work it.
You place the order
You bought a murder
They break it off your paycheck
I only wanna crush a bug,
Only a bug, only a bug.
I only wanna crush a bug.
Only a bug, only a bug.
I only wanna crush a bug.
Only a bug, only a bug.
I only wanna crush a bug.
Only a bug, only a bug.
I only wanna crush a bug.
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6. |
Shaman Song
04:04
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In another life, I was a criminal. Got my start in hot commods, knockin off a pawn shop, and another, but I never pulled a piece on a manager. The way we'd do it was, we'd tamper with their locks and the electronics and their security circuitry. Huh - now I'm in nanobionics... All these codes in me...
No, that was in another reality, when I hacked into the DOD to reclaim my taxes, along with whatever dividends an occupation extends to its investors whose sons are not the men they're sending into shrapnel infested dens... They're not.
In another dimension, I was a veteran. Reinventing myself through flashbacks, post-traumatic panic attacks, rifling through my jackets for things that used to be in my pockets. Keys and quarters, a pen and a battered notepad: things that I could hold in my hands... But they've all been supplanted by this information implanted by the government cheese and their surgery bay lackeys. Need-to-know? This basis is wish-I-didn't, and I took it to a black market doctor to extract these...
Wait. That was in a different existence when they botched the operation (two...one...), fused this new technology to my psyche. Military-grade machinery in miniature met millions of generations neural network development and now... I embody the singularity...
All these codes in me, I'm composed of these...
In another millennium, I am a shaman.
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7. |
Bluebonnets Brown
02:11
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Five wildflowers that I found for you
Down by the storm pond where they'd spring up
Planted in a can with some water and sand
Migrated later to your measuring cup
Two young lovers in the afternoon
Under an awning in the spring sun
See me walk by, storm follow behind,
They hear me call for you or someone
How long did they stand their little tall?
Did you ever want them at all?
I wonder how much time it took to turn those
Bluebonnets brown
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8. |
The Engraver
02:31
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what is it that you seek? illumination or buoyancy? tuning in to distant stations for stature, caste, understanding, and/or joy? possible or desirable to live your entire life on fire?
none of our love could save her.
whatever you have to say, love,
leave it with the engraver.
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9. |
Oblivious
01:28
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The coma,
The summons,
The time and the tremors,
The waking,
The damaging,
The steadily medicating,
The wreck and recriminating,
The talk of the mitigating,
The word and the breaking,
Forever,
The running.
Forever the running.
They finalize the severance,
Administer the breathalyzer,
Authorize a visitation,
Penalize: probation.
The drugging,
The drinking,
The sex and the sleeping,
The laughing,
The loving,
Forever, the nothing.
It was all just to be
Oblivious
Forever,
For nothing.
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10. |
More Than One
06:30
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11. |
Mixed Messages
01:29
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Wait, wait, don't shoot!
I am just the messenger.
"Set it free or set it on fire," it said...
Miss Universe, you keep sending me
Mixed messages,
You keep sending me...
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