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Antihistamine Money
11:14
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break down the door, but don’t make a single sound.
shake every hand when you see them all comin’ around.
You wouldn’t want to make the public wait
Scraped prescriptions at a family-friendly rate*
you’ve got masters
and the punks.
ipecac,
stomach pumps
we all want to get down.
Spreading a mystery all around town!
“sympathetic, so pathetic for the folks in town.”
$15 for connections with with no money down.
So take your tips, and trade ‘em for a ziploc bag
chemically identical, they act the exact same way.
you’ve got standouts
and the snakes
sick notes
from the flakes
they all want to get down.
sending the runners all around the town
it’s not a crime if you stare right in the face.
you see a need and you move into that space.
high collars up outside of red hot ranch
eli lilly never really stood a chance.
you’ve got novice
and expertise
cat pills
from overseas
we all want to get down. (Down down down down down down)
Running the bosses out of our town.
we’re only trying to get what’s truly ours.
public money funded, research hidden behind bars.
enjoy ride as long as they can.
the best medicine is hunger for the blood of man.
you’ve got masters
and your punks
claw marks
In the trunk.
why walk away?
when you could be making twice the rate?
Don’t you dare try to walk away
Don’t you dare try to walk away!
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2. |
Doom Journalism
03:35
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desperation breeds failure, and failure success
so keep pricking your fingers, and bleeding at your desk.
oh, who knows? who knows? let it go, wherever it goes.
blood in the breezeway, wind turbines on fire.
source trusted reports from business insider
oh, who knows? who knows? lets just see where this goes
markets rise and markets fall, movements die but most of all
fear is the engine, and they are the wheels
we are the driver refusing to steer.
rats on the tv, they claim it’s complex.
guys in the alley, bleed out of their necks.
markets rise, markets fall but most of all:
I’m a cowboy bby,
i’m a goddamn rough rider.
i’m peter godamn lisagor.
i’m a beautiful michelin star
i’ve attached a copy of my work.
i’ve attached three personal and three professional references.
i’m the one you need!
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3. |
Ripped and Dumb
02:19
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this year’s the year that I get ripped and quit my job.
start scooping protein out of a huge white plastic jug.
get too jacked up to fit into my car.
start doing boring shit like playing the guitar.
I won’t be bought, sold or told to take a chance.
I won’t be lured in by cheers of circumstance.
I won’t believe you when you try to make amends.
cause I don’t like you or any of your friends.
when the tough gets going,
twist the knife
dig your heels in, stand up
get it right.
when the tough gets going,
twist the knife
dig your heels in
aw fuck.
this year, this time, this pass I move beyond myself.
and wash my ass the same as everybody else.
the oroborous holding off to take a breath,
screaming out when I bite down on my legs (hey).
when the tough gets going,
twist the knife
dig your heels in,
get it right.
when the tough gets going,
twist the knife
dig your heels in.
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4. |
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it fell apart
the way it always does.
you take a few steps forward and
the next thing you know you’re on the run again.
cue the armada shit
it’s hypercritical
‘cause it’s hypocritical if the rats take a piss
and miss their mark.
they’ll say the politics,
i won’t get into it,
it’d be rude to discuss
relevant moral issues
they burn it down,
replacers get replaced
and all the fish are left just swimming in place
it’s Sisyphian,
or …tantalizin’?
you go online,
and it’s a clusterfuck.
you hate all the people who
share your opinions
cause they’re idiots.
“and it’s complicated”
it gets so complicated,
all you can do is laugh
wait for the weak willed swill of the Y.A.F.
to torch you up.
“torch me up”
“torch me up!”
you light me up
and maybe, hey who knows?
if it happens then it happens
just reflects status quo.
who knows?
we sharpen spears,
then take a run at the hounds.
sweatin’ heavy at the conference
add a notch to our belts.
It’s a split screen.
Cut with static
we draw the line.
and grow a culture of death.
it’s skulls on pikes
and dreams about rats
and the ladder.
say it’s a joke,
we’ll never get that far,
but take a few steps forward and the next thing you know
they’re on the run again.
new opportunity
and it’s a doozy gals:
the automous spectacle
that contains the spectacle is shining.
the skin peels off.
the soles of my shoes mend.
the horns of god sound,
and the weird ears put money into
crypto.
good luck boys.
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la
la
they concede,
but it’s inadequate.
you want another vote?
well then we’ll vote with our fists.
how’d you like that?
About the funds,
well we are the funds.
and several hundred thousand million of us
ain’t playin’.
it’s getting hot
in the underworld,
but the turrets are all now pointed up
and we will not stop.
will not stop
we will not stop
we will not stop
we’ll make it start
we will not stop.
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5. |
Keep Moving
04:36
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you look in the mirror and you see a stranger
you look at the world and you feel all alone
but they can’t, they can’t, they can’t shut you out!
scream, scream, scream and shout it out! louder! louder!
when the dark
closes in
rob ‘em blind
keep moving!
when the world’s a crazy eight
then’s the time to activate!
burn it down, and turn it up.
do your part to fill your cup.
argue over new semantics.
policy is so romantic.
when you think you’re gonna hurl,
go fuck up their world! yea!
if you feel afraid, hell who isn’t?
if your brain is goo, well, bby, we all know it’s true.
but we won’t, we won’t, we won’t shut you out!
Scream, scream, scream and shout it out! louder! louder!
when the dark
closes in
rob ‘em blind
keep moving!
dirt and dust bust out the broom
brush away that doom and gloom.
when you need to blow off steam
make ‘em take one for the team
facist states are nothing new
they shoplift and so should you!
cancel simp god Aaron Sorkin
don’t merc me nancy, don’t merc me!
if you’re down,
get down,
don’t stand up.
bust a window,
break a vase.
if you’re down,
get down,
don’t stand up.
bust a window,
break it, break it.
when the dark
closes in
rob ‘em blind
keep moving!
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6. |
No Results
02:37
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NO RESULTS!!!
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7. |
Never Enuff
07:30
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the hands of fate move in mysterious ways,
tugging at tired thin strings of our love in the places they’ve frayed.
they shape the clay from which all our patience is built
crack them wide open with violent defiance in kilns of our guilt
try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you
our love ’s the darkness that hides in the heart of man.
openly sobbing on my way back home while listening to “Marianne.”
if truth is base, and heart is super structure
love is class conflict with yr econ instructor
try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you
study the stars as they pass every night,
laughing aloud because you know you’re right.
words are caught, choking my throat.
push through to say it though I’m still afraid that I’ll never let go.
try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you
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8. |
Occult Fractures
07:53
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heaven is a place, when I am around you.
clouds made of soft white lace, skies living room blue.
stay close to me and I’ll give you just what you need.
mystery and the strength to succeed.
I can feel your love.
I can feel it.
oh, take it slow. cracks in the base of our love.
listen close. souls singing songs about their loss.
we should be old enough to know, what that means.
just keep your eyes, on me.
wait, don’t let go. touch as our lips open slowly.
breathe deep. just speak to me
love is labor, bread and roses and wine.
we’ve both played the game before, but can’t make up our minds.
I prefer the subtlety of hands pulling on a thread.
traced palms and astrology, your fingers gently spread.
I can feel your love.
I can feel it.
oh, take it slow. cracks in the base of our love.
listen close. souls singing songs about their loss.
we should be old enough to know, what that means.
just keep your eyes, on me.
wait, don’t let go. touch as our lips open slowly.
breathe deep. just speak to me
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9. |
Ripped and Patient
02:13
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…
So uh, when you guys gonna finish the album?
Would you say it’s done?
Is that it?
I think that’s it
Alright cool!
Stop, stop the tape. Stop the tape.
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Arthhur Chicago, Illinois
we make noise.
say it: arth-hur.
chicago art rock/dance.
mike
matt
luke
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