1. |
Mt Disappointment
02:39
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all these people peeling, all these people peeling
revealing sighs
all these places peeling, all these places peeling
revealing sighs
all this time is peeling, this whole climb is peeling, peeling
revealing I
revealing feel
revealing I
revealing feel
peeling, revealing
peeling, revealing
peeling, revealing
revealed
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2. |
Potholes
05:43
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potholes
little violent absences ruining the ride
potholes
dreaming is dangerous and they will interrupt
I'm bluffing reason
these stars are my guide
and you can dodge, you can dodge, you can dodge, you can dodge
well you can try, you can try, you can try, you can try
but the stars turn to scars, turn to scars, turn to scars
when you dream and you drive and you drive and you drive
there is a spider living
in my rearview mirror
my luck has been unforgiving
seeming to signal my misfortune
his web is an omen
I just keep rollin
his web is an omen
I just keep rollin
his web is an omen
I just know it
his web is an omen
I'll just keep my eyes on the road
potholes
give tired fires a shock into the present moment
potholes
little black surprises eat your needs, eat your numbers
I'm bluffing reason
these scars are my guide
and you can dodge, you can dodge, you can dodge, you can dodge
well you can try, you can try, you can try, you can try
but the stars turn to scars, turn to scars, turn to scars
when you dream and you drive and you drive and you drive
hopes like throats hang
on threads of silk
time to go in for the kill
now that he's got you right where he wants you
stuck in the gutter
you swear off the stars
when you're stuck in the gutter
you swear off the stars
when you're stuck in the gutter
you swear off the stars
when you're stuck in the gutter
it's like they're your demons
it's like they're your demons
maybe they are your demons
and they're here
to break your heart
to break your heart
to break you
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3. |
neverLAnd
05:03
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found em wrestling their shadows
picked up a scent
don't be a killjoy
have mercy on the lost boys
who reek of never
all of this has happened before
and it will all happen again
another liquid sacrifice
to catch a Tinkerbell is nice
but you catch a cold instead
in the kingdom of chatter
where we lip and we lip
and we bitch and we lip
comfort becomes a master
and you give in you give in
you give in you give
a sorrow subterranean
from sucking at the teat of repetition
no blood, no sweat
you're safer in regret
and you still get your tears in
in the kingdom of chatter
where we lip and we lip
and we bitch and we lip
comfort becomes a master
and you give in you give in
you give in you give in
you give right in
we live in fear and empty mantras
in neverLAnd
always running from clocks and crocodiles
in neverLAnd
well I've had it
I'm leaving
I want to begin
it's about goddamn time
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4. |
sicknest
04:22
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watch the naked places
wipe the plans off the faces
there is no next for now
& well I don't mind
the staying inside
change is everything
but the clock's been coughing up blood
airplanes will burst into birds
grope your happy traps for answers
burn all the questions down
Angelenos we're all in this alone
it doesn't change a thing
but the clock's been coughing up blood again
& mountains turn their backs
on the screaming cities
a cradle of silence
& lopsided blessings
kiss like a crime again
we just want you for your medicine
let me destroy in peace
our home again
and our sicknest
we just want you for your oxygen
let me destroy in peace
our home again
and our sicknest
we will put ourselves back together
put ourselves back together
you know better
than to celebrate the death of whatever
whatever is forever
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5. |
Sticky Prayer I
01:44
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throw your body like a voice, yeah
we all wear an accident
who decorates disaster
with ornaments of passion?
who's stripping the angels bare?
throw your body like a voice again
no one to catch it
who decorates disaster
with ornaments of passion?
it's a mystery to be
in a body
anybody
can figure it out
can't figure it out
can't figure it out
the volume's up and my flesh is loud
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6. |
Sticky Prayer II
04:40
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well I'm a vulture, you can call me one
all these ones & zeros are my carrion
you know I'm a ghost in the glass for you
& I dedicate the sticky prayer to you
it's bright at the bottom, full of light at the bottom
the brightest of bodies full of light
there are holes in hope but there is hope in holes
& the sticky prayer is for the lonely souls
the sticky prayer
someone is there
someone who cares
& then they vanish into thin air
& who can hide the wind inside yr mirror?
what pixelated lungs conjure storms of love
in yr mind & thighs while we're stuck inside?
It's the sticky prayer all around tonight
the sticky prayer
no one is there
nobody cares
it's in yr head and in yr hand
& in the air
the sticky prayer
the sticky prayer, it goes -
I, I am a hungry vulture
that's right
so feed me yr ugly numbers
feed me scraps
feed me scraps
feed me scraps, scraps
feed me scraps
yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum
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Satori Loser Brooklyn, New York
tylrwilsn@gmail.com
He is nothing
that he loves
but the gravity between;
a restless,
reaching
center.
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