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I am Oregon
03:10
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change unto change,
I've lost a friend
spread my body thin,
onto life's edge
drama and misery,
bad things so dear to me-
I think I ought to get out bed
I think I ought to get out of my head
I hate the white walls,
I'm a spectral mix
you can't pin down
this supernatural bliss
I'm in disbelief of everybody
and most of all myself
amused by my friends but the reference is pressing
a tongue onto teeth's shelf
but I am Oregon,
I am no-one
foam and mourning flowers- I'm summer's snowman
but I am lifted,
and you- my love- are so gifted because you know
run that brush against my breastplate,
cathartic in the cold water
I am grateful for the earth's quake
I could be so gone...
but I am Oregon,
I am no-one
foam and mourning flowers- I'm summer's snowman
but I am lifted,
and you- my love- are so gifted because you know
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2. |
Emperor’s New Clothes
02:58
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if he's Mr. Right, then it's not yet written
I've got years in my eyes that haven't yet been forgiven
craft me a new heart
a simple frame and a head start
I'll empty my pockets for you
I still don't know the meaning of this
this cities not at all like home
and I still feel like a kid, feel like a kid
in the emperor's new clothes
set me on fire, now that's how I see it
for once I'm amused so let's keep it, let's keep it
no let-downs, no precedents- just some new friends
oh I know, that'll do
but imposter, imposter, impossible
she said you were so good
I guess that when I lost control
and you still act the same, talk the same, feel the same as before
but you did it to me as you walked through that door
he's Mr. Right, then it's not yet written
I've got years in my eyes that haven't yet been forgiven
craft me a new heart
a simple frame and a head start
I'll empty my pockets for you
if he's Mr. Right, then it's not yet written
I've got years in my eyes that haven't yet been forgiven
craft me a new heart
a simple frame and a head start
I'll empty my pockets for you
I still don't know the meaning of this
this cities not at all like home
and I still feel like a kid, like a kid
in the emperor's new clothes
Well, he's Mr. Right, then it's not yet written
I've got years in my eyes that haven't yet been forgiven
craft me a new heart
a simple frame and a head start
I'll empty my pockets for you
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3. |
Flesh on Trial
03:41
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late as the day and it's a slow cooker
fell asleep with the light in my eyes, anxiously awaiting
just a little while
(boredom takes hold to see my flesh on trial)
still I'm trapped in the blinds of my windows
looking out onto what the day holds
(everything is fragrant then, waiting on the mailman,
to take, take, take, me away)
I can assure you I'm a go-getter
If I get up from this chair then I'll have a million dollars
I'll go out on the Bowery, via Bold st
wear nothing but my ego and a five quid bedsheet
but you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
and you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
give me something official, then sign it like a letter
be my part-time notary and part-time lover
experience me like an animal at the zoo
you'll take half of me, and then I'll give the other half to you
but you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
write it off as statements for the street-wise sentiments you leave me
I'll be so grateful for the uneasiness I feel all the time-
stick it in your coat, shove it down your throat
it's the last great word on your tongue
and remarkably nobody cares
but you and I,
you and I
And you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
but you get to see my flesh on trial
you get to see my best for a while, then it'll go
Then it'll go, go, go
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there's a dog somewhere barking
cuz no-one will tell him
what time it was when he went to bed
and now the lights a bit too constant
for him to find solace
in merely resting his head
he feels abandoned by the animals
and useless to the morning
which is five-hours deep into
it's passions like playtime
he examines his existence,
dead to the world
curtains drawn tightly,
arm around his girl-
he gets up to get him and get-him-up
from the bags behind his desk
but by the times she's awake
he's working hard and hardly dressed
(she says he's depressed)
(she say's he's in decline)
he want's to debate that for a minute,
her desires lie in comfort and his in conflict with a grin
she expands on his decision to pull lines at 9am
while she folds the hems of trousers
and turns off his 9-hour compilation of conspiracy theories-
oh Timothy Leary, you're still my deary.....
she's not emotionally invested
she waves hello to his mother. and enters a Toyota Prius
and discusses with the driver
the American political agenda,
and the benefits of Islam,
and the weather that scorches his windows,
that scorches his windows-
she gets home to brush her teeth,
but she does not wag her tail
she does not wag her tail
she does not wag her tail-
no she just carries on
she just carries on
she carries on
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5. |
Scarlet
03:17
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first thing that I knew
when I walked into that room was scarlet
and it all faded to blue
but really I knew that it was scarlet
and my eyes went to sleep
just like a weakness
I was given up on by scarlet
and the vampires in my mind,
they were blood-red-scarlet
I was 100 things but myself
oh the beauty and the elegance would make you laugh
two-hundred-sixty-five days in the bath
and we all looked like Roman ruins
first day from the crib and I wore scarlet
I gave myself attention just like you should
and I bartered with my city, you see it laughs at me
complacent in the wind, but it- but it- but it
no, it never wore red on a holiday, it never wore red on a holiday
if I'm mismatched in my company, then get this thing away from me
I've been standing by myself in this hole too long, this hole too long
first thing that I knew when I walked into that room was scarlet
and it all faded to blue but really I knew that it was scarlet
and my eyes went to sleep just like a weakness
I was given up on by scarlet
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6. |
Ashtrays
02:46
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my god is wholesome
my god is pure
the ants are eating me alive
I was not cut out for this business
my love is holy
I eat dinner every night of the week
and if those cats from the alley try to come shake me up
I'll give em nothing, cuz I've got nothing
I was alone at home
with no source of vitamin C
I soaked up the sun with baseball cards and gum
I was a whole-ass human being
my ashtray is empty
but there's parties every night of the week
and the key to the door is alright but out of use,
it's alright but it is out of use
I was alone at home
with no source of vitamin C
I soaked up the sun with baseball cards and gum
I was a whole-ass human being
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7. |
Sadboy Rock
01:57
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Can you sing along to Spanish Bombs?
it is necessary for conversation.
Can you party alone, my son,
yell at the world in divine conversations?
I sit at the something-of-something,
with a wet glass staining all my paper-nothings.
I sit at the something-of-something,
with that wet glass staining all my paper-nothings.
Can you party alone, and if I'm sad about it then
can I party at home?
if I'm drunk or if I just get stoned
is it a party if I am partying alone?
Can you sing along to Sadboy Rock?
It is necessary for our conversations.
Can you party alone my son,
yell at the world in our divine conversations!
Let's fuck looking at that poster of Pulp Fiction on your wall-
wow, that's so profound ...
well, gimme some, gimme some....
Can you sing along to Spanish bombs?
It is necessary for conversations.
Can you party alone my son?
Yell at the world your divine conversations.
Rockackaockaockaaaaaa
Nananananananana
Oh
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8. |
Cult Song
03:10
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help me find my way cause I can barely feel my breathing slow
and I can barely taste my own blood and if I did tell you so
but I still don't know
reaching out for bullets but the fire within says just let go
nothing to defend cause my shadows follow me like crow
and a thousand times ill see you and a thousand times ill cry
why'd you ever say you needed some time?
cult song what could go wrong
with the same ideals
with our fishnets on and a tiny black thong
the thought of rocky just really appeals
two red lips and an ass to match shes got under her apron cause her time won't pass
and there's a jet waiting by with an earle and a jack
both with knives right behind her back
but I'm coming out of the darkness, I'm going into the light
I'm coming out of the darkness, I'm going into the light
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9. |
Apollo
03:26
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my baby can't shave no more,
he's got a dollar store in his back pocket
but I had to take all of his pocket change
and I'm so lonesome, so lonesome,
stopped over the church mantle
trying to pray myself into significance
baby, I breathed out bells and jangled keys like rocks
and there was something that you wanted to tell me?
and you started off, this kind of war, this kind of brutal thing
then I found you bleeding on the bathroom floor
I can't adore you Apollo, I can't even breathe
I am lost in your battles, I forgot how to sleep
you took my late nights under neon lights-
your words from my mouth
well, I barely even liked the taste of sherry and now I'm covered...
I don't think I should see you cuz you own this town
put me in a snowglobe, and shake me up till I drown
but last night you shook me, you shook me, you really shook me
so I said, sing heaven for me
and I'm gone and I'm gone and I'm gone,
and I'm gone and I'm gone and I'm gone....
I can't adore you Apollo, I can't even breathe
I am lost in your battles, I forgot how to sleep
you took my late nights under neon lights-
your words from my mouth
I barely even liked the taste of sherry and now I'm covered
I can't adore you Apollo, I can't even breathe
I am lost in your battles, I forgot how to sleep
you took my late nights under neon lights-
your words from my mouth
I barely even liked the taste of sherry and now
I'm covered
I'm covered
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