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Once was a stain and now a dark speck
that keeps me waiting at heaven's gate.
I heard a damp hacking cough as he walked past my house
down to the bridge round the way to a watery grave
Can't think of it again, I think I thought it would go away
once his cells presented as dead
This time I spent I think I bought.
Wrapped in a gauze, simply nailed to a bed.
I'm afraid to imagine. My feet keep dragging. I'm free.
My eyes never open to closure.
A life in the hand, in the bush in a band
whose singer died of exposure.
Shut up
Not enough to hear I have to see.
I learned everything I know from the TV
But they never show anyone taking a shit -
So I still don't know how to do it
I shit myself, my piss is opaque
Stuck in the binary of will-they-won't-they
His memory lives on through his goldfish
Default hubris. My fault truant myth:
I actually turned up every day - I actually didn't do shit
Hid out in restrooms, excrement festooned
Ex-criminals test you, to see more or less of you
Diligent umbrella seller
Immigrant intern yeller
Crowd under street lights til the moment's just right
Shaving new mullets for the season
Come back now for any reason
Shut up
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2. |
werk (In Progress)
04:19
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Work
Work
Work work work work work work work work
Everybody get back to work
The night is ending - get back to work
Tonight is over - get back to work
We are now closing - get back to work
It's time for me to get off
Pray to god this one works
It's not what I want - It's what I need (x4)
You gotta get back to work
You're an occupational force
We'll use these terms moving forward
Use these terms moving forward
Sometimes I make tea from the hot tap
(I recommend it to all my co-workers -- mmmmm delicious)
Reach out and touch base
Reach out and touch base
Reach out and touch face
Moving forward again:
"There's 22 types of jobs I've seen or read about in magazines
Most of which I cannot confirm or deny. But most seem to take place somewhere inside. Sometimes jobs can be in outer space... Out of shape cleaners vacuuming leftover food paste... Some jobs are under the ground, pumping out deposits of dinosaurs they found....
Work work work work work work work work
Now we're on safari but there's people who work at the safari park too.
Even the tigers are working - work is all around you.
Believe it or not work concerns me too
Believe it or not work concerns me too
Think of the wheat fields, have a start-up farming ants on the side
Bled out
Something to do with the Queen's face - grow extra arms and take her place
Claim my body - take its worth
Please don't bury me on this earth"
I've got a new business.
What's your business?
It's a modeling agency for ants.
How's it going?
We swarming with applicants... but still looking for fine ants....
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3. |
Take 3000 (extract)
01:26
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4. |
mettaton (r) folly (L)
03:12
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I was walking down the street
And all is folly
I walk on paved roads to you
I pledge myself as others have before
I have roads paved from me to you
And all is folly
All is folly
I have these roads paved from me to you
A mussel shell in the grass / a pigeon wing in the sand
A muscle shell in the grass / a pidgin wing in the sand
Lapsing between...
A gull's beak suspended
An evil eye unfurrowed
An evil eye all over my face
If it helps this relationship can be rearranged
Please if it helps this relationship can be rearranged
Dark daughter:
Your skin seems dreamed
Hanging and selective
Your folly is here
A mussel shell in the grass / a pigeon wing in the sand
A muscle shell in the grass / a pidgin wing in the sand
Lapsing in between...
Your folly is here
I have roads paved to you
I have roads paved by other men to you
In this folly i have built for you (x2)
Look upon its walls (x3)
I walk on paved roads
I have this folly built with the hands of other's hands for you
My pockets have become complex again
Metallic morphing my fingers
And I become misplaced
I have this folly built with your face in my heart
Or at least what I recall you look like
What I imagine you look like
When I picture you
I don't know what haircut I see
Is this a recent photograph
Is this a photograph of your body
Is this a photograph of you folly
Is this a photograph of you with tomorrow's newspaper
Darkly cognate
"Is this a recent photograph?"
Portholes through portals
A mirror in the wind
A mirror in the woods
A shell curled out of the grass
A beak in the sand
Fetish subjugates
Licking liquid from the eyes
I recall
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5. |
unwed / untitled
02:08
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My five year old son: dancing a jig at the bottom of my bed
My long, long lost sister: at the bottom of my bed
My trade union leader and all of his friends: dancing a jig underneath my own bed
Dancing a jig underneath my own bed
(clamouring)
What have we got?
A box for the dirt and filth
(nothing's happening)
What do we need?
Water's that are calm and still
Coming back through the fence
These lands are foreign to me
Siphoning through the lens
In this land I am a foreign body
In the shadow of hubris
The soil has gone to seed
No thing is new to us
Keep the name alive!
We're all forced to breed
20 JPB an hour. His body so toxic the worms would not dissolve his corpse. Words whispered in the consummation box are now told over the hum of glasses.
Gotta find work - re-calibrate
See how the other half live
Unwed and untitled
Walking in between the lines of the wind
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Fecal matter of fact
You enact but lack sequences essential in tact
Sequels to airborne attacks
US pearls, uncut gems. Ack! Ack! Ack!
You don't see the pattern so just run it back
Through a stop gap
Pretend you react
But really just go back to shopping in GAP
You can't pull it back until everything is fine
A post where you subtract 11 from nine
Everything, anything
All beige everything
Everything except the skin
Pure white neck wrapped in red handed sin
Vassal worship of warship vessel
The door is ajar
The jar is adored
21 now trying to zone out to someone talking about sculpture
Or some other soft culture
When this guy walks up to me with a Guy Fawkes effigy
Outside my alma matter
As if it didn't matter
V for pinata
Hello muddah, hello faddah
Now I've become a concubine in the palace of Grenada
Now I've become a concubine in the palace of Grenada
And it's somewhere in there where my mind went
Along the lines where the straights get bend
And for some reason I talk about the sports at the weekend
But none of us had seen it
So I stuffed it underneath my penis
In the same spot where all my dreams end
Chicken scratch scrawl, picking back up tracks against the wall
Stiff abrasions in my chemical gown
This invasion's become medical now
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"All I can see is a dark speck"
We can rewind
We can go back to where it started
Begin again
Run it backwards!
Run it backwards!
Transplant my heart into darkness
Surgery by candle light
Transplant my heart into darkness
Straight into
A tremorous hand
A tremorous hand
Surgery by candlelight
Take down that candelabra!
There's no place for that here!
A sterile environment is what is craved
I can see mud on the blade
Transplant into:
The final problem
Surgery in the dark
Dissolve
Dissolve
Wring out your tendons
Bring out your intentions
Purple hearts look black in the dark
I'm not built for this
I punched some guy in the side of the neck once
But now I can see my bathroom in your blood
And it scares me
I'm not built for this
I punched some guy in the side of the neck once
But now I can see my bathroom in your blood
And it scares me
"Things can only get better"
I never read it:
But someone told me the story on a boat once
I never read it:
But I saw apocalypse now on a ferry one time
I never read it:
But I've seen the madness in his eyes
I never read it:
But I've done seen those glassy eyes
I never read it:
I never read it:
But I've seen Limerick 2020
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Licehead Limerick, Ireland
licehead - limerick city
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