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The Tyranny of Poverty
04:54
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short walk away
tied to a stump
cold
disdain
tears
then to arrive
separate
soft
silence
hear
all too familiar
better than that
better than that now
what sets us off?
swelling the sails
mast strains keel
oh, please return
circumnavigate home again
all too familiar
all the poor people
thrown from the cupboard
out on the lawn
keeping it trimmed
all the poor people
cell phones and fashion
high on TV
sunning themselves
oh, saboteur
invisible
constant
endure
say!
I could be rich one day!
I could be rich!
I could be rich!
think about that now
ha ha ha ha ha ha
think about that now
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2. |
l'esprit de l'escalier
02:44
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l’escalier
haunts
muscle away
bone
sounds in the ear
pilot to the moon
pleasures on the moon
pilot to the moon
passion on the moon
heaven awaits
engage
roger that
engaging
clap hands
and sing for your
supper now
what’s unsaid
haunts
stomach ascends
Bone
voices in the ears
pilot to the moon
pleasures on the moon
pilot to the moon
passion on the moon
lovers on the roof
pilot to the moon
she takes you to her room
pilot to the moon
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sugar cane is cut and stacked to haul
to the vats where they slowly boil
fires spread and dance into the night
golden to me, this quest of the soul
common to all
the stream’s wide and cold
cross for all mankind
the foreman, he will fight
flank the house
await signal
we mustn't harm his daughters
separate them, calm, keep them safe
so through them comes a bargain
secure a barge
float to the coast
disperse
stay silent
the beggar’s wife will light an oil lamp
tell us that they've all gone to bed
muzzles flash and dogs come out instead
how could you?
traitors! all!
how could you?
how could you doom this cause?
in the mind
adrenaline
(the sound of fear)
golden to me, this quest of the soul
common to all
my face white and cold
can’t see out of my eyes
covered in burlap
lowered in the stocks
“tell my love that I will be...”
(the blade slices through the neck)
(the crowd gasps)
(the head falls into the basket)
(the basket tips, sending the head rolling
down the stairs and into the crowd)
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4. |
calm down, decide
01:37
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now come on
where you been?
you give it up so sweet
(calm down, decide)
oh wait
can’t see in
clouded and oblique
(calm down, decide)
old christ
forgiven?
uncommon and unique?
(calm down, decide)
if there’s a course
the mind
the head
I come up
breathe again
water taking me
(calm down, decide)
ho, commit
let it in
leave it out, appease
(calm down, decide)
no shame
it’s the end
hovers over me
if there’s a course
the mind
the head
all, you fill me
like you’re supposed to do
make you want these
cry out peace, ensue
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5. |
DAMAGE CONTROL 666
01:39
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Damage Control 666
Damage Control
what the fuck are you talking about?
Damage Control 666
Damage Control
what the fuck are you talking about?
HEY! you got leaves!
you got leaves on them trees!
(in the darkest winter
let it go, let it go)
ain’t no bright tomorrow if you don’t fess up to what you did today
ain’t no bright tomorrow if you don’t be real and truthful to yourself
let’s not lie to each other now
you took it
you took it
come on
now it’s time to give it back
you have been a receiver
but you have not been a giver
Damage Control 666
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the tin roofs have a dull and eerie glow
under the copper sun, corrode
streets of mud, they swallow broken carts
a contrast to the stars
black out
spot light
barbed wire
when it’s cut, can we go?
will you stay even though they shot at us today?
wrap you in arms too frail for my age
emaciated
nourishment is broth and sawdust bread
the walking dead
black out
barbed wire
search lights
as they sweep, will you run?
follow me and come towards the setting moon
they lied to the Red Cross,
made fools of the diplomats
the wounded weren’t from combat
the only day they gave us shoes to wear
cleaned our clothes
cut our hair
run and weave to the reeds
trust in god
patience
present no target
hold my hand, love
must leave your cousin
hold my hand, love
our shield the darkness
hold my hand, love
we get away
get away
prepare
dress warm
layer
it will be cold
explain all this with drawings in the sand
the border lands
sanctuary here where the river bends
we’ll build our home
and start again
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7. |
Moundbuilders, Come Home
03:58
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old, this scene
you’re still
I step on you
amend – complex society
fences, no gates
why is no one here?
ascend – survive, be viable
quite the feat
shades of – what for?
hail to all
slaves and workers
moundbuilders
come home
(fear)
the trench they dug to advance
scarred the land
made a ridge
the fields they scorched to advance
no king was spared
no prince intact
all concubines
fouled like the wells
poisoned like the water
fouled like the wells
taken like our daughters
offend – calm and serene
quite the feat
shades of – what for?
hail to all
slaves and workers
out of reach
what do we save?
bereft of soul
where we lay
moundbuilders, come home
don’t fear
don’t fear
don’t fear
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friend fight
friend fight friend
who takes the hill?
let’s have it out
apologies leave septic doubt
I’m not a violent man
friend fight
friend fight friend
I’m sorry
I called her a mega-slut
I threw ants on you
do somebody harm
I don’t get high
off of hurting people
do somebody harm
hurt people, hurt people
do somebody harm
I don’t get high
off of hurting people
do somebody harm
hurt people, hurt people
I’m sorry
I called her a mega-slut
I threw ants on you
I threw ants on you
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there’s no need to bowl me over
I’ll come to that place
I’ll come to that place
there’s no need to hypnotize me
I’ll shop at my pace
I’ll shop at my pace
let’s agree to have a difference
in consumption
‘cause I don’t want to go there
“once a year...”
I don’t want to be there
I don’t want to go there
“easy finance...”
I don’t want to be there
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10. |
The Lonely Kitchen
11:02
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misses you
longs for you
waits for you
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11. |
Jessa Slade, Conjuring
01:09
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12. |
Tuna Can Dick
03:41
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one inch long
three inches thick
tuna can dick
I’ve got a tuna can dick
holy shit!
don’t look at it!
tuna can dick
I’ve got a tuna can dick
tuna can dick
merciless
apocalypse
I’ve got a tuna can dick
unbelievably circumcised
nearly impossible
to circumcise
took one hell of a surgeon to circumcise
he specialized
at the St. Louis University Institute for Genitalia Abnormalities
in the bathroom
I use the stalls
at gym class
I dare not expose myself
my first girlfriend
she laughed her head off
that will never happen again
in the bathroom
I use the stalls
at the hot springs
I dare not expose myself
my second girlfriend
she laughed her head off
that will never happen again
that will never happen again
that will never happen again
never again
I’ve got a tuna can dick
one inch long
three inches thick
tuna can dick
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