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Fruit
01:33
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Hello, how are you?
It's been a while since we've talked
I've been wondering, would I seem
Wicked to a wasp
Coherency building
I fell when I ran
Stick ivy to a brick wall
Do you behold a man?
Black card, no interest
Never starting to think about privilege
In Hanoi on Christmas
Bombs flying while you ate your Crispix
But of course without a rifle
Theres no purpose in youth
Of cosmic, of plenty
It cares of nothing but fruit
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2. |
To Be on Fire
03:07
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You're churning your spit
You're taking care of it
Your burning your entrance
You're paying with pensions
Do you ever wonder
Why you never see green?
And do you ever wonder
If you'll always be clean?
And you wonder why you wonder all the time
What if would feel like to be on fire
The leaf on your shoulder
Is as a nuisance
Your body is crumbling
Like cherry Fig Newtons
And now that you're calloused
And you've spent all your blood
And you've spent all your money
On feeling numb
Do you ever wonder
Why the sea will be green?
You're burning off your hair
Just so you can be clean
And you wonder why you wonder all the time
What if would feel like to be on fire
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3. |
Jamestown
03:29
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I don't know where the money's going
I don't know if you're taking it to build the roads
I'm better off on my own
I don't know what you wanna call 'em
All I know is I don't wanna call 'em friend
He's got the gun in his hand
We're here
And I know we'll hang
But history will prove itself to me
I don't know what you're trading for
I bore my breast
You took the beavers and you took their fur
What's the word?
Daddy Willy set him up as mayor
Where was I?
And where was I the payer in this town?
I guess we gotta burn it down
We're here
And I know we'll hang
But history will prove itself to me
Do what you want if you want to fight them
'67's looking great for our rights, man!
Do what you want if you want to indict them
1730s looking great for the white man
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4. |
Overcoat
03:26
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Your favorite overcoat
The one you'll always own
You've seen it all before
You're jaded to the core
(You think you're really bleeding)
Nihilist insecticide
Your mouth is open wide
It's clear that you've been hurt
You think I've never learned
(To see the world as greedy)
Spend all night on the run
But isn't freedom fun?
Your heavy overcoat
Come on take back your loan
(Cause I don't wanna wear it)
My naivete
(Is it alright?)
Will never know what you've seen
(Is it alright)
If I love you?
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Don’t be afraid of a resolution
When the chords are fraught with tension
You’d just rather let them cry
Today’s not the day for a revolution
When I said that all we want is life you said we want to die
Drawn on a blackboard with a pencil
When the stars are on the ceiling just as soon you’d see a bear
But all I want is your attention
When I said I wanted to be happy you said that I should care
Cause you’re so good
You bled for me and now it’s over
You want your medal for those wretched years you spent
Please tell me how I should believe them
When I said I want to know the truth this isn’t what I meant
Don’t think you know how to escape it
When you said you wanted freedom did you ask to have it fried?
Words of the secret sad nirvana
When I said I wanted to be sad you said we haven’t died
Cause you’re so good
Cause I like when the waves
Cover up the trees
And I like when dirty flowers
Hover in the breeze
But it hurts that the shifting showers
Are turning rotten with disease
Cause I like the good fight more than anyone
But the sun is still unbothered by the breeze
Cause you’re so good
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6. |
Is This It?
02:52
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I wake up daily like I was born
Closed eyes, curled up, and warm
Bright light from the windowpane
If I just lay here will it stay the same?
But I wanna know
I wanna know
If this is it
Is this it?
I break away, my feet on the floor
I’m worth my weight in W-4s
Dress in brown, to look like the ground
Of the circus tent, and baby I’m your clown
but I wanna know
I wanna know
If this is it
Is this it?
A pale shape bends
Blonde hair, a bright blue smile
Loose teeth, a cool kinda kid
But it’s alright now
I know better than I did
But I wanna know
I wanna know
If this is it
Is this it?
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7. |
All I Want
03:55
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All I want
Is a little sympathy
Once in a while
I don't want
Your love
Or your kindness
I just want
A little sympathy
Fuck!
All I want is sympathy
Sympathy, sympathy
All I want is sympathy
Sympathy, sympathy
All I want is sympathy
Sympathy, sympathy, sympathy
All I want is a little money
Once in a while
I don't want
Your love
Or your kindness
I just want
A little money
Fuck!
All I want is money
Give me your money
All I want is money
Money is all that I want
All I need is all I want
All I want is money
I want money
I want money
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Bright lipped kids
Bound for Harvard and Princeton
The cufflinks and coats are
An effort to give in
To the yellow
Of the house that they'll live in
The mess in the attic
The tile in the kitchen
And it's a beautiful
Sadistic idea
Of what we want
And you'd be a beautiful
Statistic, my dear
If it's what you want
Bright lipped kid
I'll let you go alone
To check off those boxes
To hone your throne
And it's a beautiful
Sadistic idea
Of what we want
And you'd be a beautiful
Statistic, my dear
If it's what you want
Bright lipped kids
Bound for Dartmouth and Princeton
The teacher, she taught them
The house that they'll live in
Is yellow
Crowned by bubble decisions
The eagle, she called them
All epicureans
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9. |
The Lines
03:27
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Please leave the light on
When I'm coming home at night
I've been working hard
And it doesn't feel right
You got me
You got me this time
I'm black and I'm yellow
In full living color
But between the lines
There's a different smile
The lines that I saw near your eyes
You got me
You got me this time
I'm scared but I'm digging
The house that I'll live in
But between the lines
There's a different smile
The lines that I saw near your eyes
Narrow yourself to one word
And buy yourself some food with that word
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10. |
Angelina's Song
02:49
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Angelina’s pretty
And she likes her mother’s house
She grinds on her molars and she buttons up her blouses
There time to relax?
Her mother says she looks just like a young Demi Moore
But when her mother’s working late
She’s lying on the floor
Angelina, where is your pride?
Kissing the linoleum and all the ways you hide
From the world
Angelina’s 18 now, she thinks that she has grown
She took a little nail and then she finally pierced her nose
She feels good when she’s dangerous
It's her against the world
But when her mother’s working late
She still lies on the floor
Angelina, where is your pride?
Kissing the linoleum and all the ways you hide
From the world
You got out of the water
Just as soon as you could swim
And I wonder what your mother
Wouldn't have to say about this
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Liam McFarland Olympia, Washington
we're back and we're ready to Emote (rip rutherford)
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