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The Pond
03:05
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Have you heard about the pond all the kids are jumping in? And would you care to go there with me later for a swim? I know I filled you up with fear of flesh-eating bacteria but maybe this time we could just play stupid and act like nothing’s trapped under our skin. Have you heard about the girl with the most amazing voice in the world? She’s playing ‘round the corner later. If you want we can go and act like we’re big fans. And after we pay too much for too many drinks we’ll dance. I don’t really want to anyway. I’d rather be home watching anime than be out getting dumber with all these normal people. Have you heard about the war all the kids are dying for? And the blood on our hands the more we wait to take a stance. I know we could be out there fighting something. I don’t really want to anyway. I’d rather be home watching anime than be out getting murdered by all these fucking normal people.
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Paul at Art's Grave
03:14
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My wardrobe, provided by the Space Station, makes me feel at home when I’m going into hibernation. Or we’re stuck in a black hole being tortured by conversation where no one seems to know the difference between self-care and masturbation. We don’t need no shitty hippie-dippie motivation even if we are stuck inside a big old simulation. I don’t care, ‘cause I got you. And we don’t need no universal truth to know what we want out of this life, to know where we’re coming from, where we’re going to, when the end is nigh. We don’t need no metamorphic crystalline vibrations even if we are stuck inside a quantum fluctuation. Woah.
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Papercut
01:55
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Suppose I did go back on my word. What’s the worst thing that could happen? I’ll leave you behind and go fuck off for good. Been snowed-in for years and you don’t seem concerned. There’s no good course of action. Gotta cut you out if I wanna do what’s right. Gotta cut you out of my life. I know that everyone’s a hypocrite, but I refuse to be another white moderate fence-walking wannabe. Gotta cut you out if I wanna do what’s right. Gotta cut you out of my life.
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No one’s really acting like they wanna be here tonight. Seems like everybody’s just got bad news on their mind. You don’t get to tell me to play nice. You don’t get to feel so justified. No one’s really acting like they even wanna be alive. Seems like everybody just does something to get by. You don’t get to tell me it’s alright. You don’t get to feel so justified. Does it make you feel gross when strangers spill their guts in microphones? Do you think that you know by the sound of someone’s voice how far they’d go just to get to a show to sing a song they wrote you years ago? Well, they don’t play that one any more. You don’t get to tell me to play nice. You don’t get to call me late at night. You don’t get to tell me it’s alright. You don’t get to feel so justified.
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We were joy-riding with a lifetime of baggage when you took off your top-hat and pulled out a rabbit but it was dead. I don’t believe in magic. I already lost my mind somewhere in Pawtuckett, Rhode Island, and if you should ever go by there, please tell it I miss it so. I want to make things good again but I don’t know how to begin. Let me start over again. I wanna start over again. Wake me up when we’re in Providence.
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Untitled
02:04
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Say, say that you will, say that you’ll sing your heart out whether or not they win and brainwash us all. They can’t erase what makes us who we are. So dream, dream of a day when all this fighting’s history—we’ll laugh it off. But now say that you will, say that you’ll kill beside me when shit hits the fan.
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Desserts
01:50
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Told you I’d put your casserole away but the drugs that we took were melting my face. So sorry we cooked those parts of our brains, we misunderstood the root of the pain. We don’t need to become our parents yet. We can take drugs and shrug off all the bullshit. Or we can give up on our dreams. We’ll sell all the gear and get clean. Buy a big house and a big screen TV. And I will make you desserts and they will taste like regret.
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Nostalgics Anonymous
02:30
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It’s good to breathe sweet, sweet nicotine on days like these when the breeze stings like a memory of a good time you can’t quite recall but it feels like you miss most of all. It’s good to be completely fucking empty when your dreams are all crushed by the reality of a good life no one can attain but we all try in vain anyway. And all the good times you wish were again, how they slip by cold and indifferent.
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Everything is Green
02:19
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You smile so cold and distant now. We’re miles apart when I’m around. Nothing’s really changed but everything is different. Did you think that we’d grow old together? Did you think someday this would all get better? You lie so unpredictable. It’s not like in your romance novels. We drift away like every molecule. Did you think there was a plan for us? Were you just too scared to make one up? Did you think that we’d grow old together? Did you think someday this would all get better? You can say this is all your fault but you can’t escape ‘cause the world is just that small. So just fucking leave, make your bed. When you fall asleep, dream my nightmares instead. You smile so cold and distant now.
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As dawn rears its ugly head, you become a waveform collapsing into bed. I forget, if only for a moment, that we even exist. Don’t wanna go to sleep. Can we just smoke a little weed and talk about how everything I just a big explosion and if the universe is anything it’s meant for destruction. Maybe there’s comfort in that nothing’s meant to last. So let’s live to chase our dreams through wars and storms and plagues and tragedies. I know one could say that nothing means anything but I can’t face the day without imagining the opposite: that every little thing is significant the more you want it to be. Maybe there’s comfort in that nothing’s meant to last.
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