1. |
Jet Plane
05:26
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With a fluttered gasp, the engine murmurs and stutters
And guzzles gas with the thirst of a lover
A cluttered past never serves bread and butter
Just a pack of peanuts for the worst of your hunger
Mile highway hypnosis
The road to sky-cosis
I erode as I coast it
Erratic scissors cut through mass hoards of crude fog
Scored by static whispers of the dashboard jukebox
A past envisioned by a post-war freight dog
Displays his absent mission as his boat soars AWOL
Wings dance a clumsy tango with the rain
Wringing hands numb from wrangling the reins
A sinking glance softly angling toward terrain
I might just scream out, scream out
The mind is like a taxidermy bird you’ve gotta clean out
Oh, I just gotta let loose, get clean
Oh, time is like a tiger-lion hybrid tryna’ catch me
Thunder clatters after flashes like timpani
Raucous flocks of bellowed breath heave the heavy ship to sleep
Broken windows sing a shattered glass symphony
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2. |
Welcome to Splittsville
02:28
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One of the broken, One of the broken, baby
Die, runnin’
Deep sea dive, runnin’
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3. |
Abington's Arcade
05:22
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[Verse]
There’s one couch in heaven, a keyboard on the wall, and
A freshly broken treadmill, a TV– that’s all
I ran with Courage and ate Ritz with Aqua Teens
The past is perfect and I live it through these screens
But grandmas move and doggies die, the gods all change their minds
A quarter to restore the view you forfeited to time
[Pre-Chorus]
SNES DK, As I ascend the rest decays
But when the house lights fade, You have to end the memory games
[Chorus]
Memory see the light
Let me feel alive
[Verse]
I use old controllers, but get wrapped up in the cords
Over and over, trying to top my old high scores
Late nights on Jordan, the horror and the brawl
So I keep coming back here where we still make time to talk
‘Cause growing up is growing down when loss is all you see
But some you wish you never loaded up to take a peek
[Pre-Chorus]
A machine that plays for free
‘Cause none would pay to see
All the pain in which they’ve been
And all the names they’ve atrophied
[Alt-Chorus]
Memory please subside
Let me keep my pride
[Chorus]
Memory see the light
Let me feel alive
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4. |
Lazy Bones Bowl-O-Drome
06:05
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[Verse]
No, I’m not here to compete, I came to give you my card
I didn’t come to sweep feet, but just to dust off my heart
Must have been missing your 7–10s, guess you were just out of frame
Oh, this place is teeming with people talking in present tense
Perhaps you’d care to spare the time and split a lane
[Chorus]
Oh, be at ease, at ease
Be at ease
Let your will slip, take your time
At the Lazy Bones Bowl-O-Drome
[Verse]
When eyes roll down alleyways of time, the mind likes to walk away with doubt
But when life tries to complicate, I drop thought to a crawling pace
If it’s all here, there’s nothin’ I’m without
[Chorus]
Oh, be at ease, at ease
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5. |
Channel 01 Clown
04:47
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[Scene]
A: Babe, get in here, it’s starting!
B: I know, I’m getting your drink that you asked for!
A: Well I could do without the attitude…
B: Oh, could you?
A: What do you mean, could I? Of course I could––
[Verse]
I snuck a peak and found no one that’s not me
So I juggled my feet across town decked in motley
Seeking applause to seem oddly godly
Channel one! We want you to watch me
Attention expected wherever I walk in
Absently serving my talking
But at least you’ll catch that I matched my shirt and my socks when
Only my face can fit in my coffin
[Chorus]
Laughter, applause, and abrasive bells!
Covered in glue, so I’ll stick!
Everything’s huge, everything’s huge but my–– car!
Channel one… Channel one...
[Verse]
Head like the tail of peacock
Consumed by the movements of grooming my plumage
A whole pack of lions outweighing my seesaw
Crooning my tune after nobody queued it
Ratings are great, but the studio’s empty
I’m fading away from the few who have kept me
Getting replaced by a beautiful memory
Channel one, the view for the many
Doo doo doo…., Whenever I––
[Scene]
Director: CUT! Uh… alright, that was lovely… very tender
Clown: Thanks…
Director: Let’s make–– ahh…. Bring it back to the fun part and we’ll just call it a day
[Chorus]
Laughter, applause, and abrasive bells!
Covered in glue, so I’ll stick!
Everything’s huge, everything’s huge but my–– car!
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I want a love like the movies
Drink some poison, drown on a door
If we both want a love like the movies
Only one of us has to die
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7. |
Terry's Taxidermy
05:41
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[Verse]
You could die and come back as someone else
If you’re enticed by what I sell
Just need to sign and I’ll stuff you well
Here at Terry’s
When they die they’re dying to be rebuilt
With bigger smiles like you wish they did
Hindsight is a tricky thing
So get creative
Lilac eyes that’ll never wilt
Can’t say goodbye with no lungs to fill
Comfy company, a human quilt
Preservation
[Pre-Chorus]
Sleep on a couch in an empty home
Kicked out of bed by the memory foam
Reason it out with the heads I’ve sewn
My poised and harlequin eternal loves
[Chorus]
At Terry’s Taxidermy, I’ll leave you neat as a figurine
I’ll remedy the death of thee, your memory forever seen
I’ll set you free
At Terry’s Taxidermy, I’ll leave you neat as a figurine
[Verse]
I don’t need to let go, so long as I
Bring a sweet and special doll to life
So I keep this mental compromise
Justification
But the nights are cold next to empty chests
And polished arms in which I’d never rest
I come to harm, but they can never fret
Isolation
And I’ve got a heart pumping messy blood
And all these parts I could better cut
And quit the farce of these imperfect guts
Contemplation
[Pre-Chorus]
Sleep on a couch in an empty home
Kicked out of bed by the memory foam
Reason it out with the heads I’ve sewn
My poised and harlequin eternal loves
[Chorus]
At Terry’s Taxidermy, I’ll leave you neat as a figurine
I’ll remedy the death of thee, your memory forever seen
I’ll set you free
[Scene]
Speaker: Thank you for joining us today as we celebrate the life of Dr. Tich. As many of you know, Terrence attempted to taxidermy himself. He was a man of perfectionism, not a man of foresight, and consequently he started with his eyes. What followed was less than his best work, leading to today’s service being a closed casket. If you’ll all please join in a prayer–– Oh, Jesus Christ! Someone help me pick him up...
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8. |
The Pack of Vultures
02:32
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Awfully picky, aren’t we?
Awfully picky
Awfully picky, aren’t we?
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9. |
Target
05:42
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[Verse]
A slew of hoppers in the pond
But I’m like a super shopper mom
‘Cause once I’ve found my target, I don’t even think about [themall]
I’m used to hopping in my car
‘Cause where I shop is often far
Perhaps I choose my target so I don’t stay drinking at the bar
[Chorus]
There’s something about the drive that blinds the iris blues
A store fit to patronize provides me my excuse
A morbid and glamorized disguise of self abuse
[Verse]
When I arrive they’re always closed
It’s no surprise, it’s something I’d already known
But still, I pull the doors my hardest, cause I can’t stand camping out alone
[Bridge]
I’ll be sunny once you open up
Until then I’ll hold my dough
‘Cause what I need must be inside
Or maybe I myself provide
What I seek from Target, and maybe all I have to do is try
[Chorus]
There’s something about the drive that blinds the iris blues
A store fit to patronize provides me my excuse
A morbid and glamorized disguise of self abuse
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10. |
Presser Diamond Co.
06:06
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[Intro]
The factory’s deep in a patch of trees, no path to lead you there, where I’m soot-clad seeking a masterpiece and it’s bad to breathe the air. But you’ll find in exchange with the violent arrangement I’ve made with these aisles of blind dedication, with the banging of carbon and the making of art, you have to relate to a diamond to make one
[Verse]
The steel hands in which coal is pressed are
Akin to those on a gold rolex
Without the role of a closing gap
I’ll grow old at the bowl-o-mat
All my coulds can’t adapt to cans if
I’ve got the goods but I lack demand
If I wait for the push of a passive hand
My greatest works will be accidents
But I’m no pro crow, I can only wing it for so long
When I’m low on coal I skip the shipments and go home
I’ll lay and shift in the blaze
If I’m unwilling to praise–
[Chorus]
Pressure!
[Verse]
What will be left of my breadcrumb trail?
The P.S. to my flesh E-mail
The brief message my headstone wears
Best be worth all the breath I’ve snared
Are these gems why I don’t fear death?
‘Cause I’ll descend into broken breath
My bones are but local guests
But my soul will be sold and kept
[Chorus]
Pressure!
Pressure!
[Outro]
Oh, crush me, oh, crush me, oh crush me alive ‘til I live!
Oh, I’ll let my body die
If my diamonds can survive
Forever
No pressure
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11. |
Dead Man
03:46
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I am nothing and so are you
Let’s be nothing together
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