1. |
Crowd Control
03:40
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obsolete, come to me
somebody’s listening
grubs to eat, scouring feet
somebody's missing
somebody’s missing in the road
(god damn it's a crying shame, oh
god damn it's a crying shame, oh)
lock the reeds, lock the feed
don’t get your spit on it
don't get your spit on it
(mitigating circumstances
aren’t ever factored in when
nothing ever comes out of your
mouth when something comes
out of your heart)
cross the street, wash the sheets
don't get your shit on it
don’t get your shit all in my mouth
(imitating satisfaction
get a grip on soft cathexis
god damn it’s a crying shame
when nothing ever comes out of your mouth)
everyone wants something from you
everyone wants something for you
take a little break
take a little break
Rosalie, comfort me
somebody’s interested
somebody's interested
Ganymede, comfort me
somebody's impotent
somebody’s impotent and tired
read a peach, eat a sweet
don’t get the pits on it
lead a beach crowd in screams
don’t let the in group in
don’t let the out-group in 'cause
everyone wants something from you
everyone wants something for you
take a little break
take a little break
give a rest cause this so-so is tired
you might as well just singe the page
idiot trashcan montage moment clip
video into edit elegant stamp
mix up a gath’ring slow lapse sin
Michigan State just killed your soul
I don’t remember the last time I cried
give it a rest forever stupid fuck me
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2. |
Intervention
06:02
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I was fine
until you mentioned it
I don’t like lying,
so call an interventionist
I cant keep quiet
I also cant keep mentioning it
I feel so tired
I also feel like quenching it
I don’t hate love
and I don’t want to censor it
but the deal won’t fade
i’d rather slit my wrist then tell you
I feel like lying
I also feel like capturing this
and I can’t stay quiet
so I won’t say anything at all
the river the river the river
bend
it’s all fine
I finally captured it
(there’s no end to this
it is fine)
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3. |
The In Between
04:28
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literate conversation
lines read in between a broken bone
sometimes, often times it’s time to throw
anointed tongues, wormtongue,
caroling door to door
Candide without the 'e'
cameraman, go home
literate conversation
lines read in between a broken bone
sometimes, often times it’s time to throw
a blister pack makes noise
in a crowded room with a throne
thrown mud, a power sink
raging mad from a stone
the in-between makes noise
in a dusty room all alone
ring twice; the third’s on me
pack a bag for the road
the in-between shuts up
when I fuck my eyes with a fork
bleed twice; the third’s not me
carousel - pass the phone
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4. |
MissingNo.
03:10
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rain falls down
ground goes up
fire goes left
leaf goes right
.
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5. |
Austin, Massachussetts
03:02
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intubate the rose
then cremate
the role you play
since yesterday
you go home
but it’s not home
the most you can hope for
is yesterday to go
liquidate the host
exterminate
the dirt inside
the time to hide
is long gone
but it’s on
the most you can hope for
is tomorrow to be erased
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Ridgewood NY | solo artist | psychoanalyst | post-post-new-sincerity lo-fi sadcore
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