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Waltz Malt
01:58
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Alternate Screen
01:18
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3. |
Screenery
02:29
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4. |
Opus Greer in L
03:25
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5. |
May Be May Am
04:57
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6. |
Jo Cha Jo
08:50
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7. |
Dinosore Export
01:21
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8. |
Newage
02:12
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9. |
Lamprey
02:43
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Health scare
If not spoken
It seeps everything
In prison tense
Infinitive
Unpluralized
Unfucked by constant billows of smoke
Neutralize
Clinging to the wall
Stuff-in resonated tar
To the boards
Like the treaty in grease
The fire
The purple grey sky
With the remnants of flesh
Uncuffing itself
Attach my lamprey to your breast
And hone in on your beacon
I alone understand
The language of the blips
Disguised as different sized
Green blinking ovals
Your position now compromised
And much in the way of visible
To me now you are close
Touching distance
I cannot smell you
But imagining the smell
Supercharges the energy vat
The leftover rubbles form
And it begins to eat away the earth
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10. |
Thirtreen
01:56
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11. |
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Yams
Don't swim in the kitchen
Grab by pointy fangs
Razor sharpen
Your fist around this
Tangle wrangle to the ground
The mission stabbed the protocol in the heart
Belly flop onto
Belly flop onto the bile
That regurgitates your own dive
Yeah, oh yeah
Your steady decline
A ready declaration to the divine
To the divine
Offer up a chance
To blow the field of vision
To the highest of heathens
Creature feature
Emptive strike
For the hunger of empty nest
Oh, felt put out by the trash
Thanks to your pick up line
So do
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12. |
Fat Dove
03:31
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If it's cold
It might as well snow
And if your ready
You might as well know
That I've come to hand out your love
If your leaving
You might as well go
And if your stealing
I hope it's the show
Cause I come to hand out your love
And I've worn the best that I know
And I hid all that I could show
See the chain
And I watched it go around
All the business I had none to begin with
I swallowed that fifth
And now I belong
If it's cold
It might as well snow
And if your leaving
i think you should go
Cause I come to hand out your love
And I've worn the best that I know
And I hid all that I could show
I seen the chain
And I watched it go around
All the business I had none to begin with
I swallowed that fifth
And now I belong
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13. |
Nickel Done Borrowed
00:45
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14. |
Breakfastly
04:12
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I wouldn't let you fall asleep where you died
We didn't look so indiscreetly disguised
A green balloon has heavily passed us by
A melted desk, mahogany, switches sides
The bottom of a glass is me
Your midnight smile is breakfastly
The hope is crumbs
Retaining water tumbles forth
And froths against the wall
You walk it like a dog
Hope is no kiln upon the fray, but it tries
My karmic tantrum folds like clay, big surprise
Our prime ordeal bellows we're safe, [but/though] it lies
Four legs through distance waltzed away, in demise
A poet caught between the teeth
Some gentle loss will set him free
The music halts
The parish spread their wings
And coughed up pain against the wall
You walked into the fog
Eventually
The past surmises only pretend holdings
The fast alignment's going
I wouldn't let you fall asleep where you died
The fellow's drunken stupor weeps for its time
The fools don't change because we cheat
Pesticide will work it's magic into weave's best design
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15. |
Beautyheads
02:53
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Yeah
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17. |
In the Bar
03:55
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Come on down
I don't like people
But I hang around
I don't let thoughts sink below me
Cause that's where they start
I just leave them backseat with the car
Cause
In the bar
I know it will feed off my heart
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19. |
Rockets to the Russians
06:06
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