1. |
Landscape Abstract
03:19
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I was only what I was meant to be
Paths of least resistance and spaces to hide between
Vacant storefronts, tinted windows, overgrown weeds
A fluid situation, but I digress
Pack a black bag with the absolute necessities
Empty your bank account
Put your hard drive in the microwave
Attempt to blend in with the features of the native landscape
Await directives in the mail
Steady now, motion attracts the eye
I was only what I was meant to be
Pockets of resistance entombed beneath
Vacant storefronts, tinted windows, overgrown weeds
Countless vantage points in empty buildings
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2. |
1-900-POWERWASHER
02:15
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Surrounded by these people that I do not care about
Exchange our pleasantries, I watch your spittle spraying out
I always drop my smile the moment you turn around
I’m living in this filth I’ll get the fuck out of this town
Let's buy some guns and ammunition and a house out in the sticks
A year’s supply of dry goods, bunker down in the basement
I’ll scavenge for supplies, you keep an eye out for the pigs
If anyone approaches POWERWASH away their sins!
POWERWASH ME!
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3. |
Crossing the Street
03:13
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One hand intertwined with the other
Just a moment if you’d be so kind
You slyly ask if there’s a reason that I’m nervous
And close the distance as the rain subsides
You bite your lip into a smile
And gaze intently into my eyes
And lurking underneath your coy look of apprehension
Lies the ravenous void of unwavering emptiness
Please stop smiling at me
Please stop laughing at my jokes
I’ve had such a great time
But I think I'd rather go
I’ve been here for too long
I really think I’ve had enough
It’s been years
Can I buy you lunch
I place one foot before the other
Pivot on my heels and try to flee
It was pleasure running it you
You close the distance I’d rather keep
You bare your teeth into smile
And gaze hungrily into my eyes
Beneath the serene waters of your calm expression
Lies the ravenous void of unwavering emptiness
Pleasure running into you
You look great
A trick of the light
A flick of the wrist
I can’t get it right
I’m crossing the street
Your eyes are a blue million miles
Of ocean gyres and angler fish
A trick of the light
A flick of the wrist
I can’t get it right
I’m crossing the street
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4. |
Same Time / Same Channel
04:02
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I’m watching
Uninterrupted feeds of catastrophes
I want my LiveLeak streams in 1080p
Cause HD executions make for great television
I feel a dubious buzzing in my nucleus accumbens
I bombard my limbic system with the extremes of repugnance
Here’s a rerun with a bandsaw and some pliers in a dungeon
If you play this game you won’t last three minutes
Here’s the intended victim of the greater algorithm
Eighteen to twenty-five male that exists in the collision
Of ads for anime merch, news of drone strikes on civilians
Collateral damage is just good business
I’m watching a popcorn flick
Bleary vision, saved you a click
Death by drowning, met gala fits
Body cam footage, top 20 cooking tips
Number twelve will blow your mind
Viewers save 30 percent for a limited time
I’m vacantly grazing on our imminent demise
I’ll watch a stranger striptease, I’ll watch somebody die
Torrent terabytes of files, tax evasion exposé
Drop a like, leave a Bitcoin address for the PLA
Engagement metrics, waifu fanart
Newly uncovered unmarked mass graves
Same time, same channel
I’ll tune in every day
Same time / same channel
I’m watching the end of my life
I’ve got front row seats to what seems to be the end of times
Maybe I’ll watch that film you recommended
But I’ll probably lay in bed staring through my phone
I must have missed your message
You know I’m lying, you know I’ve seen it
Your calls are very important to me
Please hold
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5. |
Catalog
02:46
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Find myself in a five-piece bedroom set
See me reflected in matching stainless appliances
I wanna
Iwantiwantiwantiwantiwantiwant-
I wanna do a bad job
Square meals, great deals, summer savings on an automobile
Slanted porch, old couch, ‘just spitting in a dead dog’s mouth
ANFO, landfills, advertisements and the urge to kill
I wanna
Iwantiwantiwantiwantiwantiwant-
I wanna do a bad job
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6. |
Unfortunate Girl
03:36
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Wish I could remember when
I could situate myself in a coherent sequence of events
I wish I still could remember when
Now the grass has already grown over his grave
It looks a bit greener over there
Condolences and clichés
Unfortunate girl, she’s seen better days
Wish I could stick around but I still got bills to pay
Wish I could remember when
I could situate myself in a coherent sequence of events
I wish I still could remember when
I wish I still could, but I repeat myself
The grass has already begun to grow over his grave
So much greener over there
Under the condolences and clichés
Unfortunate girl, we’ve all seen better days
Wish I could stick around but I got bills to pay
A two bedroom house feels so much bigger as of late
A leading role, out of focus, out of frame
I thought I saw you standing in the produce section
In waiting rooms and magazines but I repeat myself
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7. |
TM 31-210
03:05
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Cleaning up my act again
Time to get in shape
I keep my home in perfect order
I’m just tripping over my laces
No thanks, I don’t touch the stuff
Haven’t in days
It’s only inertia but it feels like I’m finally going places
Scrape the grime out from my nails
Splash some water on my face
Personal hygiene is very important
Be sure to make a good first impression
I’m buttoned up, dressed to the nines
My brain is swelling
I’m finally leaving the house today
I’m armed and dangerous
Finally getting my act together
Smoke and mirrors and some tricks up my sleeve
Picturing you, picturing me
Please have a seat if it would put you at ease
Do you take card, any card
Credit, debit, a mortgage, a lease
I hate music forever and ever
Consumer comforts and truth in degrees
Stunting afflictions, shameful admissions
Satisfaction or your money back, guaranteed
Initial impressions make making friends easy
Begin every day by brushing your teeth
I hate music forever and ever
I hate music -- a useless endeavor
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8. |
Stoned
03:03
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Dissolving storyline
Swimming up backwater creeks
Syndicated memory of halcyon days and old money
Don’t you know that cowboy twang just comes from the movies
A stranger walks into town
Mutual combat
Cicadas are humming
Moss drips off the live oak trees
Racking up the numbers of deaths of despair
Commodity fetish
Contact sports
Fast fashion, hydraulic press, add more weight
Wax poetic about an open home on the range
Slam the screen door
Cicadas are humming
Moss drips off the live oak trees
Racking up the numbers of deaths of despair
Grab a beer out the fridge in the garage
Call my friend in the big city
Material conditions, lackadaisical lack of ambitions
Mind your manners, a woman’s intuition
Yes, ma’am
I should’ve never left the south, should’ve never fled the nest
Amber waves crash once they crest
And the cowboy twang just comes from the movies
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9. |
Gussied Up
03:19
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I dress up nice in my new suit and tie
Gussied up good
I clean up well for special occasions
I was peeking through the slots of venetian blinds
Cautiously observing the passersby
When from the corner of my eye
I spotted a creature that moved on two legs
And took the shape of a man
A cold chill rushed down my spine
I felt fear
Knowing what I had to do, I turned around
I fled!
Gussied up good
Nice day, sun is out
I lounge around the house with a gun in my mouth
Through every door, a new red room
Don't think I'd pay too much per view, would you?
An inside joke, incessant whining
Comedy is timing and my best days are behind me
A new place in a new town
Complete your purchase of the farm or get the fuck out
I dressed up nice in my new suit and tie
Gussied up good
I clean up so, so well
Gussied up good
It comes directly from my heart to yours
If I had a good idea I swear I’d let you know
I could let you down easily
And as I slipped away
I could swear there was nothing else you could’ve done
I hope they make me look nice for my friends and extended family
A pine box and a modest headstone engraved with my name, D.O.B, and probably a few nice words
I hope you don’t forget me when I’m dressed up nice in my Sunday best
An over-applied perfume
They never get the eyes quite right
At least the fit is nice
You run into someone you haven't seen in years
Maybe rekindle an old flame
You’ll be hanging around a bit after the ceremony and as the crowd begins to dwindle you make some small talk for an hour or two
Then all at once the congregation rises and heads off towards the parking lot
And end scene
Close the doors
Everyone laughs
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10. |
Entrails
01:56
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Lock myself inside
I’m willing to wager I could starve myself to death if I tried
Picking through the entrails of my yesterday
Ashamed to admit how little I’ve changed
My nails are growing so I know time must be passing
The perennial sameness of each moment elapsed
Metastasized weakness
I know how it ends but it still makes me cry
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