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Koolaid
03:46
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I've been drinking the same Koolaid as you, man,
so don't get it twisted.
I've been walking these darkened avenues
slack-jawed and limpwristed.
I got to hide away,
wait for a sunny day
with the people living underground.
Put on a record and spin it
round and round.
(And it won't even play).
I've been taking a literary view
of my sorry existence.
Forced perspective in solitary rooms
as a road to resistance.
I'll fucking buy my way!
Price is much too high to pay,
so keep pretending to be free
and watch the TV watching you and me.
(And it won't even play).
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2. |
Over It
02:47
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Every time I think I'm over it,
you stoke regret and lead me back to graze.
So I'm guessing it ain't over yet,
but your signals get all manic in the haze.
Mannequin hands, holding me
holding me just like you used to do.
I understand - you're dosing me
forensically just searching for the truth.
I wanna have plastic eyeballs:
don't wanna be flesh and bone,
don't wanna see what I'm made of,
been sitting here for days, hoping if I pray I'll turn to stone.
Fuck my evolution, I wanna crawl back in the slime.
Like primeval ooze cause it reminds me of my prime.
Jesus must be crazy, he won't let me lose my mind.
Oh God, won't you just let me lose my mind?
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3. |
Spaceman Spliff
02:23
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Liftoff from the shining plain.
Flash bright like a rocket in the rain
(my engine flame).
Suit up, set gun to "crush".
Facedown in the jungle lush you pray,
"Don't make me stay"
(It won't be long).
Straight through the galaxy,
my ship crash-lands in neon sea.
I wait a hundred days or more
for solar wind to blow me back to shore.
Interstellar overdrive,
I stagger back home half alive.
My makeshift spaceship's breaking down!
Fall to earth and burn without a sound.
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4. |
Sleep
03:36
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You want to be a martyr, want them to see you on the cross.
But you're talking too fast for the point to get across.
And if I get excited, please don't you pay me any mind.
And I can't decide it - what's a better waste of time?
You wanna make time, but she's falling asleep.
She won't let you down.
You wanna get high, but she's fallen to dreams.
The company you keep...
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5. |
Sun Lion
03:23
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Dreamed of a time of petty crimes and glassy lawns
when I could see.
When I was out there flipping dimes,
I thought that I was all there was,
was all that breathed.
Falling out of reach,
there's some secrets that the youth can't keep.
Crawling underneath,
hiding in the neon virus, it's an LSD disease.
Burning books in search of silence
in the silent sea, i'm locked behind the screen.
And where were you?
Calling me, calling me.
Strip sunlight out your eyes and stand in line
they call your name, but you can't see.
Now the speaker's blowing -
now I can't be showing her the scene.
Glassy lawn needs mowing -
glassy eyes are rolling so obscene.
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