1. |
no true scotsman
01:03
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the scotsman takes his place
he's promised something great
to wall in all our fears
and chirp unsightful fate
feast your eyes on a dreamsicle paradise
parading clowns and the faithful triple K
i know you're frightened dear
he's taken our home back
but he's no real scotsman
they've promised us that
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2. |
swamp thing
03:14
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when the red tide rises
fish you better run, better run, better run
poison flesh line the beaches
when it comes, when it K-K-K comes
like salvation from a cancer
get out alive if it doesn't kill you first
swallow hard, gritting teeth out
netted under government tongue
give it up for
swamp thing emerging
from the belly of the belly of the beast
swamp thing emerging
it's a natural reckoning
swamp thing emerging
from the belly of the belly of the sea
swamp thing emerging
it's a natural reckoning
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3. |
the haunting
04:02
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on an april day the authorities found your abandoned car
near the high freight track in the park where you used to board
the search party feared for their empty hands on the fool's errand
maybe the hard truth is you'd rather stay unfound
if you're not dead, we think you should know you might as well be
patience ran out on your misguided sense of tragedy
so you ought to go where nobody knows you
search for life after life at the point of no return
on a july day you learned your petite mort would be a little death
to keep the pain at bay you ran off to discover yourself
same time each year, her body remembers what the mind forgets
the ugly truth, flushed down, all alone, the psychotic break
are you free now? we thought you should know you might as well be
patience ran out on your misguided sense of tragedy
so you ought to go where nobody knows you
search for life after life at the point of no return
let the haunting commence ooh ooh ooh
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4. |
get by
06:18
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woke up in a bad way
packed my wounds with fur
is it helping yet?
no tattle tales with no next of kin
even if i get out
where would i go
but maybe we could get by on our own
piece shattered glass
to mosaic mirror
arranged like evidence
but it's anyone's guess
how long can this shit go on?
tidy the crime scene
keep calm, carry on
maybe we could get by on our own
circle the block once more
'nother round for the road
that oughta do the trick
to find your way home
maybe we could get by on our own, on our own
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5. |
about time
05:18
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so let's shake on it
measure each word and human life worth
by the work of our hands
trouble keep away
the kiln and the urn
conspire for a turn to form ash out of clay
but it comforts me to know everyone i touch
has touched you too
what would eddie do
and margot too
to be young again
to be young again
so let's think on it
people get old to ruminate sand
as it shifts glass to glass
best keep movin on
time has a mission
to keep at the tickin no matter the cost
two kitty clock eyes scan the room for some time
and it's sans cuckoo
are you nervous yet?
feels like hedging bets
taken away
with subtle restraints
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6. |
in yer pocket
02:53
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oh no, what's this
oh no, what's this
you got your hook, and it's pullin me in
alloy & skin
take me round the world
take me round the world
take me round the world
'cause you've got me
in yer pocket
this shit's a trap
this shit's a trap
i'd make a break, but i'm out of my head
shaking my id
come on get a grip
come on get a grip
if you're the devil on a vinyl throne
i'm covered in sin
come on move me yah
move me yah
move through me yah
take me round the world
take me round the world
take me round the world
just keep ahold of me
in yer pocket
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7. |
the neighbor
04:11
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neighbors think you're just a thug
pasty skinned tenth street kid
strung out on drugs
do you remember when we were six
and all you would whisper in my ear was
do you wanna kiss
let's make a castle in the catholic sandbox
where you and i can live and forget that
tomorrow ever happened
i'll be some captivating damsel
hopeful of the (k)night
you reek from lack of hygiene
and lack of attention
given to you
but at least in the moment of our pretending
drunk daddy's arm isn't long enough tonight
drunk daddy's arm isn't long enough tonight
go home
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8. |
try me
04:58
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i know you said it's complicated
but isn't that just a way to avoid the truth
we've all got something to figure out, don't we
but she don't look so hard to explain to me
still i want you
to come around and try me
so why don't you come around and try me
i know you said you gotta go
time and space aren't adding up
well, you're turned on but still you turn the key
go on and find somebody else
still i think you want
to come around and try me
so why don't you come around and try me
yah why don't you come around and try me
before i turn out the light
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rebekah songer Urbana, Illinois
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