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Not a Hazard
03:36
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Hey
Right now I want to say
That I'm likely to impeach this
I didn't think you'd have the guts to tell me
That I've got no guts at all
I've got no guts at all
I'd just like to say
I'm a bit sick in the head today
And my attention's surged to you
My attention's surged to you
Hey
I don't intend to stray through time
Time doesn't even exist
I didn't think there'd be a tower peered over me
I'm not a hazard to luminate
Not a hazard to luminate
I'd just like to know
What's scheduled for this show
I'd like to sit it in
I'd like to sit it in
Hey
It's enough for me to exclaim
Woah!
Woah, woah, wow
I can really dig this, man
Wouldn't be surprised if a rush of heat came down
And t'will get nauseous face to face
T'will get nauseous face to face
I'd like to kneel and beg
With my veins turning red
To submit to your demands
Submit to your demands
Hey
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2. |
E.S. Tabby Kat
01:42
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Silhouette
03:13
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Lightswitch
02:31
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I've got an idea
it's sliding down the road,
and on the street
and off the wuzzow.
I like to say it's
bringing us up a tree,
onto my knee
and none disallow.
My arm is scraped
my head is getting numb,
my heart is stale
and I'm the doormat.
My jaw has snapped
I have no words for it,
and I can't think
of your long format.
Formality
in the beginning,
In this mill
in this eternal mess.
Bring it on down
to the unending pill,
swallow it down
and staple your dress.
(To your knee, jack.)
Stretch out your developing
mind and watch the
divinity flow through.
Search out for God
and for the so called light,
until you know
the Light was in you.
Now feed your pet
and go paint your pictures,
and write your song
and become the god.
And instill your
every thought into
the void like a
seed into the sod.
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6. |
Suffocating Bag
01:18
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7. |
Fetal Suede
02:35
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8. |
Spoketire Island
05:05
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Traveling towards the misty shores
we've finally found a place
refuge for a week or more
we've denied all time and space
because we mystified our base
transited without a trace
we made it to Spoketire Island
Where stuttering's an art
and random 2-D creatures roam
it's gonna take a salty tart
delicacy of mintberry foam
living here we'd never moan
we'd never even groan
it's quite obvious we pwn
right here in Spoketire Island
Spoketire Island, on the sugary sea
Spoketire Island, with the feathery trees
colonized, materialized, pure fantasy
the randomosity of Spoketire Island
Hammocks made of silly string
we rest the night away
to the bizarro freaks we'll sing
heck yes, all night we'll play
and then they'll sit and pray
that we'd be there to stay
and we'll be so proud to say,
"We rocked out Spoketire Island!"
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9. |
Love and Chaos
05:09
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Lunatic
03:19
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Everyone's a lunatic
With their snippy copy
Adieu
How do you do
And there is some eccentric
In the tiny entry
Shaman
What's up, man?
"Don't resort to violence,"
Said the gnome's beard
Down the road.
"Don't brew your own poison,"
Said the garner snake
And toad.
Everyone's gone quite insane
With their prissy proper
Good day
Well how're you
And there's some wishful
Thinking on hopeful boastful
Protrude
What's up, dude?
"Don't resort to violence,"
Said the gnome's beard
Down the road.
"Don't brew your own poison,"
Said the garner snake
And toad
You're already dying anyway
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Particles
01:04
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I like going astray
replacing some of the copper wire with veins
don't let the salt fall in your eyes
I like how they've iced over
Imagine the light of the tree
trying to get your attention
non-existant through the sliding contact
the furry pins that drag somewhere pleasant
Drift inside you; where is the world?
and then again, who needs it?
land, water, steel; who really cares?
the only thing that matters, is sifting through the air
Sifting through you
drifting inside you
losing myself
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The Garnet Emblem
01:00
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13. |
Thinking About You
08:58
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Hey girl, I'm thinking about you
Hey girl, I'm thinking about you
It's developing
Habitual
And yeah, I'm thinking about you.
And I'm alone
I'm thinking about your name, and it's origins
I'm thinking about you hair, and the way it
curves by your cheeks (your bangs)
And I'm thinking about the glare in your eye
Hey girl, I'm thinking about you
And I'm alone
I'm thinking about your torso, and the way it
likes to twist when you crack your back
I'm thinking about your legs, and how they like to
walk casually when you're not trying to impress anyone.
I'm thinking about your mouth, and how it shoots off when your mad
I'm thinking about your mouth, and how it pouts as a joke like a fish
Hey girl, I'm thinking about you.
And I'm alone
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14. |
Cross
03:14
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