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Crush
04:20
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I’ve got a crush
You don’t need a lot
To turn me on
To make me want
I’ve got an itch
Blister I popped
I get all I hate
I hate what I got
I’ve got something deep
I’m filled with rot
I know you’d rather I’m a girl
But it don't mean much that I'm not
I know you will
It wasn’t even a thought
Lay on the ground and let me walk all over you--
Make you a martyr when I leave marks
Make me,
Won’t you make me
I got a crush on depravity
Won’t you come strip me void of my integrity
I got a hard one getting kicked, crushed on my knees
Put you hand it my wound
Tell me just how it bleeds
And won’t you make me
make me
I got a crush on feeling complete
I got a crush on complicity
I got a crush on young tragedies
I got a crush on depravity
I get real full
Off every single drop
Savor it like a high you loose
When the shit starts wearing off
I got a crush
I can feel one coming on
Pictures of me cut, spread like a feast
Want me twisted, tied in knots
I don’t need too much
You don’t need a lot
To get me strung, baby, crushed on you
I’ll the tape off so you can talk
Make me
Won’t you make me
I got a crush on depravity
Want to stand on the shreds
Of your masculinity
They say that boys will be boys
Will how big will you be?
I know you stay on the DL,
Mine’s just honorary
Won’t you make me
Make me
I got a crush on feeling complete
I got a crush on complicity
I got a crush on
I got a crush on
I got a crush on
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Sybil takes a lot of acid
Even more than what’s prescribed
She likes the way it makes her feel ill to the world
She likes it when she starts to laugh
Sybil takes a lot of acid
She puts on records and lies still all afternoon
She looks between cracks in her logic
She likes it when she starts to cry
She’s really gone-gone away
She don’t come-come around
She’s out walking circles on Pioneer Square
It’s the last slab of solid ground
That don’t deceive her
Sybil takes a lot of acid
Way more than ever you did or I
She likes the way it makes her throw up in the street
She says it feels like she’s being fucked by her God
Sybil takes a lot of acid
It doesn’t matter when the hands pull her hair
She likes the way it makes her do nothing but breathe
She says it feels better than rolling up sleeves
She’s really gone-gone away
She don’t come-come around
She found a new device that really speaks to her
It’s the last thing close to a noun
That still receives her
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3. |
Flower
03:49
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Sure feels good to move with my feet on natural ground
New York gets kind rough, they're not joking-- it's a very big town.
I wanna dress in leather, but they said that's such an obvious sin
It's hard to be a flower in a city where there's no flowers in
West 4th Street is a nice stop to get in
They'll pay you for your playing when the cops aren't bothering them
People down here get a kick if you'll sing "Creep"
Being a flower can be useful when you're laid piss-out on the street
Oh Lord, please- let me play at CBGB's
I wish that I was Patti, there on stage singing Redondo Beach
I learned a new chord, and I'd really like to try it on out
Clubs are hard to find for flowers, and we'd really like to bust yours on out
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4. |
Real Cool Summer
04:25
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You know it feels alright to be alive with you
Just two young bodies trying to keep it cool
I showed you things, that you didn't know before
And you showed me things in the ways of the world
We've spent so much time talking now it seems
That we've grown into some symmetrical thing
And if it's that we're selected all the same
It feels like a bonafide mark that some things still won't change
A real cool summer
Look's like a real cool summer
A real cool summer
Fate retracted every move she made
Second guessing her propensity
Encapsulated by the way we hang
Perplexion at how quick we resonate
It's true, new beats will surface all the time
But they wane around and dissipate by night
Although there's no star up there in your name
The line goes round the block, trying to get into your place
Looks like a real cool summer
A real cool summer
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5. |
CRV
04:56
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Been a long time since I took that train
It was cold and dark inside my garage
We kept our music on fast-play
It was just another night for us
Our clothes are still damp from Clarke Lake
Our mouths still taste like aerosol
Walk a few miles once it hits midday
Once a few more once it's after dark
People now have tended to slip away
Sometimes we wonder, if it's not our fault?
Made a CD for the tracks in the car today
Turns out we lived there for 8 months
Even when we stayed inside our homes
Our lips still burned with alcohol
If you find Michael, I've got $5 to pitch
It'll be much quicker if you meet me down by the mall
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6. |
Wake Up & Be
06:49
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Rode in on a city bus
Real poetic as such,
He could manifestate
Pulled it out of thin air
Paints a vivid picture
A turbulence that’s softer than May
It’s an easy escape
It’s just go give it away
The camera’s pointed on your face
What-- you got something to say?
What-- you got something to say?
What-- you got something to say?
What-- you got something to say?
Said it in the mirror
Switched it into character
Transformation cocked into play
Pretend it’s just a movie
Cinematic beauty
To justify the means of the day
You slashed a mark in that room
You did other foul things too
It didn’t matter to you
Been moving fast since last June
It didn't matter to you
It didn't mean much to you
It didn't matter to you
It didn't mean much to you
Lines intercepted
Minds with connection
Retract into a permanent state
Deviated septum
Outward erection
The parking lot where you used to play
It feels all like the same
It’s just loop on the screen
Get's no opinion from me
It’s nothing you haven’t seen
Get’s no opinion from me
It’s nothing you haven’t seen
It's nothing you haven't seen
I’m
Gonna be
I’m
One Day I’m gonna wake up and
What?
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7. |
Timefuck
02:35
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Distance in your mind
distance all the time
cut's like a knife,
leaves a new opening
Lifespan hits eclipse,
does it shape real difference?
Does a ripple shake,
if it forms in the ocean?
Modern man designed
a monument decline
in terms of the scope
of real human emotion
and I'm not a child no more
with a body aged to twenty
and a body kept to SERVE
to keep forces in motion
everyday strips like methylene
reveals some new illusion that enlists what's left of me
*maybe*
Oh, somewhere in the timefuck planet's moved
And discourse follows discourse follows you
Oh, the word's a silver veil to you
And oh, how quick the years run after you!
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8. |
Age of Aquarian Bullshit
03:17
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9. |
New Age Oppression
03:20
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DEFY WHITE NATIONALISM. BLACK LIVES MATTER.
If you stand so silently
You’re an enemy to those who are beat on
If you stand with silence
It’s not for them
Yes, I know my enemies
And I’ve seen the blood that bullets bring on
To keep white hands
round black necks
Define your moral means,
Your constitutional inner dialogue.
Does it allow for the killing of good men?
Forms of hypocrisy
They coalesce with speech that brings on
New wave oppression welcomed in
Tales of dichotomies
Are things you keep as crutch to lean on
Justifying inhumane actions
And all your prophecies
Of Helter Skelter bullshit ring on
Making it clear just where you stand
Have you been systemically
Compressed into the role of short hand(ed)?
If not, how can you claim you have?
Saw some shit on Instagram
" Why can’t they be just more like King and-- "
That’s when I knew you had it bad--
New age oppressor
Silence guides the hand that kills
Said you won’t but now you will
Turn out on your brother
New age oppression
Mission of liquidation
Displacement through pipe-lined kids
Profitize off the others
New age operative
Militant force on civilians
Carnage for their questioning
Elimination to the others
Elimination to the others
Elimination to the others
DEMAND POLICE REFORM NOW!
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White man dressed up in leather, won't let anyone in
Carries, won't conceal, some emotion- feels inadequate
Rather large opinion about things that shouldn't concerning him
Rather small contraption, so he calls himself a sado-ist.
Forces of the press don't have much ground left for standing
They traded up their voice to get in line for the corporate cleansing
Marginalized displacement forms the figure of a modern man
Say you're not oppressive, as you stand there with a gun in your hands
Whether it's wrong or right, it takes a brutal hand to rule the fawning.
Censor all their rights, it takes much more to get the people talking.
Privatize a prison, build a pipeline in a public school class
So, what? You split some blood, getting paid out as a Government man.
YOUR WHITE
YOUR WHITE
YOUR WHITE WASHED LIBERALISM
IS COMPLETE HYPOCRISY
SEE THE
SEE THE
SEE THE PEOPLE KNEELED ON,
WITH THEIR BLOOD OUT IN OUR STREETS
SEE THE POLITICIANS SAVE THEIR FACE BEHIND THEIR SHEETS
YOUR WHITE
YOUR WHITE
YOUR WHITE LIBERALISM
IS COMPLETE HYPOCRISY
YOUR WHITE LIBERALISM
IS JUST TOTAL SHIT TO ME
Lipstick on a pig, won't cover up that it's a hog wearing MAC
Colonize the world, another star stamped is the brand on their backs.
Quiet down the races, you wouldn't want to see things get out of hand
Your white liberalism gives you peace when you look out at the dead.
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11. |
Radiobater
07:05
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Enter in this space,
I'm in no position to fire
Beneath radio waves
Begins perspiring things
Integers away
I thumb positions and find you
Pushed it out of place
another fight in my dreams
Some moments last for days
While other weeks turn to minutes
Well, I'm just swept away
Radio turned on and dream
Patterned in array's
Display connects to the signal
Another memory placed
Another shadow on screen
It's hot when you awake,
It won't look like you in your mirrors
The symmetry's erased
Turned to some foreign machine
It don't keep a trace
You shed your skins by the minute
Still it helps alleviate
Radio turned on complete
Some fragments seem to find themselves around
Every lifetime they reinvent themselves, and then they're
Bound, bound, bound
To us human hosts that have to carry them all
I would knock myself down trying if my hands ever got so full
See us human hosts are already fragile things
And it's hard enough already for us
to just be human beings
Without worrying about losses and lusting and guilt
Yes, some fragments bound themselves to us
And now we wish they would just lie still
Yes, some fragments bound themselves to us
And now we wish they would just lie still
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12. |
The Human Hosts
03:17
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We are the human hosts
Our bodies allow time and the concepts of language
As hosts we honor our roles
To always validate such fragment emotions
Like how to abide by a code
How to act childish, demand our inheritance
Try to circumference the world
Or try to write a verse, to summarize our delusions
Of those of the human hosts
Long live the human hosts
We are the human hosts
Our bodies side by side, collecting momentum
With each passing contraverse
We reunited ourselves to form some direction
Into a path we don't know
And try to sanctify our course of collision
Long live the human hosts
Long live the human hosts.
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Riley Thomas New York
Authority is a construct. Don't choke on the submission spoon.
BLACK
LIVES
MATTER!!
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