1. |
Celebration
03:35
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Strange
words flee my tongue unrefined-
where the drivel is ripe
Strange
words leave my tongue well-designed-
Just to wither and die
If you’re shoveling grief, shove it up your sha-la-la
Calm your head calm your busy head
How many ways can you say that you're speaking?
Oh! My head! My dizzy head!
How many ways can I say what I said?
Strange
When they will but they don’t but they might
They abide a state of decay
Strange
When the urge to defy does arrive
Just to wither away
If you’re shoveling grief, shove it up your sha-la-la
Calm your head calm your busy head
How many ways can you say that you're speaking?
Oh! My head! My dizzy head!
How many ways can I say what I said?
Come sit, dear witness, near the death bed of my inner child
note that the well fed philanthropist never perspires
when the human condition knocks at your breast,
have the maid press your sunday best
arm in arm with the host with the most, clad in righteous attire
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2. |
Shilly-shally
02:51
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With typical conversation
Fresh verve or dull dictation?
Yours to choose
With minimal contemplation
Or terminal hesitation?
Yours to choose
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, decide
alright
now, can we do?
Eh, you wanna prolong time?
Eh, you wanna drugstore rhyme?
Of course you do
Eh, you wanna dither all day?
Dilly dally all come what may?
Of course you do
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, decide
alright
now, can we do?
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, go get you spirit
Machine, decide
alright
now, can we do?
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3. |
Etiquette
01:50
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How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Through that crude horizon
‘Scuse my reach
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Screw that brackish manner
Be the breeze
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Scrap that dazzling hassle
Vis-à-vis
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Basic courtesy breeds basic peace
Now you got a reason
Now you got a reason
Now you got a reason
Now you got a reason
To say please
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Through that crude horizon
‘Scuse my reach
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
Basic courtesy breeds basic peace
How ‘bout please
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
How ‘bout please
How ‘bout please
How ‘bout please
Pardon me
How ‘bout please
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4. |
Ignorance
03:16
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I fuck bullets
I hush poets
I work slow like a federal audit
Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah
(Chorus):
A bit of sin for the win win win
Oh!
For the fiend!
For the plight!
A bit of sin for the win for the din for the looky-loo to bite bite bite!
All the glory in a pig’s eye
My! My!
Six-foot sky-high
Capable.
Catering.
Visceral as anything.
Don’t need a god, you need a hi-fi
Stacked wax
Beatify the third eye
Tangible.
Guaranteed.
A miracle at any speed.
And every cop let a dream die in high school
And every crook killed a scene in the bathroom
Every nerve tries to fuck with a reflex
Pull out the nerve, pull it, use it for a shoelace
Huzzah, Huzzah, huzzah
(Chorus):
A bit of sin for the win win win
Oh!
For the fiend!
For the plight!
A bit of sin for the win for the din for the looky-loo to bite bite bite!
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5. |
Vino
03:01
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That ain’t Jesus
It’s Chardonnay
and that Holy Ghost ain’t but melba toast & marmalade
You may hum
You may cry
You may curse the verse &
Wish me a hearse &
That’s fine
Quite
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
Box booze
A tight haze
Absolution a very lucrative craze
That ain’t Jesus
It’s wine
curse the verse &
wish me a hearse &
That’s fine
Quite
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
Faith deep in wine
See, no one should have to believe
No god should feed on your brighter days
You are all the light one could need
Give it a taste, you’ll be alright
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6. |
Gentleness
03:48
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Every time I spin Van Etten, She loosen my vertebrae
Married to the shiver that deliver a kiss to my brain
If everybody’d please stop flashing a blade at my gentleness, I might could put focus on whittling down the disdain
There is no earthly need to raise brow-
I will give you the frequency:
Shock jocks interrupt, swaying the depth of my grace
Every time I spin Queen Turner, She straighten my vertebrae
Married to the shiver that deliver a kiss to my brain
If everybody’d please stop gnashing their teeth at my gentleness
I might could put focus on finishing out the refrain
There is no earthly need to raise brow-
I will give you the frequency:
Shop talk interrupt, plastering cringe on my face
We all devour seasons
Hell-bent on harnessing bliss
If everyone remains insane,
Who wouldn’t want to be?
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
Gentleness
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7. |
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Efficiency indeed is a must
Should the corporation see fit to welcome you
We hate to see a go-getter rust
We offer an array of platitudes
The corporation beat is a groupthink trot
The corporation scene is a bleak milieu
The sin of hope
We cleanse with guile
The corporation pays for the tongue bite style
That ole tongue bite style
That ole tongue bite style
Now, smile
If you value raise over praise
better bite down
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8. |
Forbearance
04:38
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I take a piss on the good life
I cannot comprehend
My ache, I own it
My ache, I own it
Ah, yes
I take to lips most unholy
And very light revenge
I ain't condoning
I ain't condoning
No, no
I know the hiss of a gaslight
There go my wits again
My tic, I own it
My tic, I own it
Ah, yes
As for the feast of nostalgia
I’m not able to attend
I’ll eat this heartache
I’ll eat this heartache
Instead
I didn’t want to sing this song
Don’t want it sung by someone else
I don’t wanna live too long
Yet, I don’t wanna kill myself
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9. |
Consultation
03:59
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I lease a soul at great expense
I don’t owe shit to happenstance
I seek no prayer on which to bet
I’ll see my own way out
(Chorus)
Confirmation bias shake your little fist and make it so
Confirmation bias heave a major sigh and make it known
Consultation might trip the bitter creep in your skull
(I said)
Consultation might trip the bitter creep in your skull
So many views beg disabuse
Très out-of-phase, the multitudes
All thoughts & prayers are retrofit
I’ll see my own way out
I lease a soul at great expense
I don’t forsake hard evidence
How go those prayers on which you bet?
I’ll see my own way out
(Chorus)
Confirmation bias shake your little fist and make it so
Confirmation bias heave a major sigh and make it known
Consultation might trip the bitter creep in your skull
(I said)
Consultation might trip the bitter creep in your skull
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