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Grand Concourse 170
03:48
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Chelsea Steps
04:10
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Avenue X
04:09
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Genie was in love at 11 years old
She had the world figured out for herself
Couldn't teach her nothing
there was nothing to learn
Except the lessons that she taught herself
Won't stand for nothing if you fall for it all
You better learn to pick your battles well
Devise some solution that will solve it all,
or else get skipped over like everyone else.
Dennis had a problem, dug himself down the hole
The boy could never find his fill
Wanted to keep his speed up
Mama cried in his ear.
"oh boy, you're gonna get yourself killed."
Guess he found it worth it just to see where it goes
Went and found himself a mighty big spill
Still can hear him talking with the tongues that he formed
Writing symbols on the windowsill.
Simon had an itching when he hoped the train
he thought he was going home
Closed his eyes, missed the connection
He couldn't tell which-what direction, Avenue X is where he stumbled upon.
Shivering and he's cursing
his whole life he'd been rehearsing
just a figure for a casting quo.
Another night just wasted
He didn't forget, just erased it.
And he goes on just as he goes before.
Bambi was a mogul for the soul and the Lord
but she ended up pariah still
Twenty-seven cigarettes she smokes in a day
and dreams of his holy will
Little unicorn girl, so easy to convince
You could tell her when to talk, and sit still
The sneaker is the patriarchy,
Bambi's the ant that runs but still gets killed
But now Joe was a stranger,
hung himself up on a hanger
Took a look down at the people below
Got a little nervous, could have used some reassurance
He went falling, as he cried "Geronimo!"
Made things somewhat messy
"Is that Mark?" "Maybe Giuseppe?"
Took them hours to identify the bloke
Leave 'em with a mystery, falsify some background history
Be another name just living for the show.
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Waves
03:44
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They told me hold it like that
I knew the consequence,
and I liked it.
I hit it straight off the bat,
and just kept running like
I meant it
I sold my body for fear
and guilty conscious
and unlikely perseverance
Back then I couldn't see it clear
the infrastructure that held up sickness
and the waves
oh hear the waves
when all I wanted was mutilation
and the way
they said my name
bred a different complication
enter the ice cold mirror
some fogged reflection of a prior existence
no need for yelling in here
it's only me, my mind, some form of deliverance
I'll put it off till next year
Coagulate myself in with the heat of the present and
Present as fully aware...
my jurisdiction : my means of development
And the waves
oh hear the waves
when all i wanted was mutilation
and the way I'd see in grays
only swept away my hesitation...
back in the mix
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Sugar's going bad
Better take it back
Your careless sugar tooth almost got you goosed,
Laid flat
I picked it up on the streets
My strange affinities
Living tongue in cheek
You really learn
to grow soft
Hey baby
It's not so bad
Oh it's kind of fun when you think like that!
Oh you're kind of smooth when you pull your
tricks
You're just the same as me
In terms of clarity
You offer incomplete, distort the cause-
Minimal
A standard epitaph
Another coupe de gra
You sold em what they want
Ms. D you've got
something vulgar
Hey baby
It's not so bad
Oh it's kind of fun when you think like that
Oh you're kind of smooth when you pull your
Masochism's
Hey baby
Oh, hey baby
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6. |
Figure it Out
03:44
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I don't really talk to my mother
I don't really talk to my dad
It's not because they did something awful
Not because they did me bad
I elect to pursue more civilian
In reservations of experimental class
A reservoir of manipulated variables
My own invention
Read hypothesis as fact
I don't really talk now to Jesus
....who's that?
Keep your killings clean
calculate your target
You'll reap your winnings
When you're riding on their backs
I went to the lake for water
Just stared at the dirt and the grass
inflicted some form of grandeur narcissism
Played Dionysus
and called myself a man
I made myself a whore, just to see it different
Give me some pizazz, or maybe, just feel at all
Things took a turn
I ended up unsightly
Guess it could be worse, to have never
tried at all
The funding's getting low,
the patrons have grown weary
dilapidation it seems only inevitable
Gotta do something to satiate the masses
Gotta sell something, why not make it your soul?
Figure it out
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7. |
Worker's Day Off
02:45
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I ripped it apart,
dismantled, broken display
There ain't no webs on me
This time I didn't get paid
I touched flesh not mine or yours,
a reluctant catalyst for the consumption
Even after the final lay
this time I didn't get paid
I made a sacred space
In this land, consummated with strangers
Sometimes my only escape
I didn't get paid, but instead I'll pay later
Say outloud that it feels so great
to numb myself down to the stump of my character
Projecting gamma rays
Set my mind on fire,
and no I did not get paid
Hands on a skinny neck
Green is the bottle,
my intention is to get wet
It's just a paradox
Box speaking louder than what's inside,
the swirling thoughts
At first it felt nice to say,
but now tastes dirty to think
Oh no I didn't get paid
Some kind of animal
Breed not for money, love,
but maybe just to get full
A newfound primal instinct
Fully overrated,
dominatrix and I just blink
Staring at an empty wall
I stripped it down so far
It's now inconceivable
to ever mend what was made
So goes the story,
and no I did not get paid.
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8. |
I Had Love
03:33
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Winter in the city
All my new friends stop by
We're all trying to do something
We're all trying to get high
We're trying to shake some inhibition
We want to fortify our minds
We're all trying to do something
Or maybe just kill some time
Yeah, my lover left the city
I watched him waving goodbye
Won't see that cat again
Till next 4th of July
and Vicky brings me coffee
about half after 9:00
She lights my cigarettes for me
And pours me poison when I cry
This time of year is the worst
It's always written in the cards
I do it on purpose of course
When I self destruct and reform
Got a good thing going
but it just don't jive
Tell the boss-man I'm busy
Rehearsing lyrics and lies
Ohh, and when thing get dizzy
I call that a good time
You can find me with Maggie
or sleeping on the blue line
I try to fake that it's 60
When it's -9
Take the socks out my sandals
and try to walk a straight line
I blow smoke like a chimney
You might call it a crime
But I ain't ever listened to nobody
I never paid it no mind
This time of year is the worst
It's always written in the cards
I do it on purpose of course
When I self destruct and reform
Mama, you might pray to Mary
Daddy you get to work on time
My sister, they're doing something
My brother he's just being a guy
and I want you to know that I think about you
Maybe not all the time, but you know,
I really do
I really do
and I just want to let you know that I'm fine
It might seem like I'm out here in the big city
Not really doing much of anything
Not up to anything good at least
But I'm...
I'm...
I'M.....
I'm fine, really now.
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10. |
So Nice, So Warm
05:32
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21 and I'm still feeling cold
It's an old sensation,
no longer rocks my world
And I feel all this,
but good vibrations too
I'm in love with the world
and I'm a weeper
and a sinner too
Never thought that I would ride a bike
Everyday as a boy,
it was always the same old fight
Now I'm in New York,
making people know my name
I'm a peddler
a driver
I'm an aviator these days
Oh baby blue I've found you when I'm gone again
Can't always take it as it comes
Gotta let that sink in
Don't ask me where I'm going
Or before here where I've been
My impossible dream
Is the only thing inside my head
Gave myself to lust for just awhile
It didn't make me smile,
but it sure did kill the time
Now I play it straight,
Shoot an arrow down a mile
What you can't create
You can claim yours through denial
Oh baby blue I've found you when I'm gone again
Can't always take it as it comes
Better let that sink in
Don't ask me where I'm going
Or before here where I've been
My impossible dream
Is the only thing left in my head
Sure did challenge thoughts I had before
And I wove a seam from the piece that I tore
Now I wear this robe of all these things I've done
Just a human being
Flying too close to the sun
I catalog this shit and write it down
In a song, or a poem
I'm a real smooth talker now
Though the settings changed,
the story's old as hell
And you bet your ass
That I'm gonna live it well
Oh baby blue Ive found you when I'm gone again
Can't always take it as it comes
Gotta let that sink in
Don't ask me where I'm going
Or before here where I've been
My impossible dream is the only thing left in my head
My impossible dream is the only thing left in my....
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12. |
O K
05:18
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Sun hits my closed window
Sneaks through in some soft array
Maybe it's morning already
Can't tell the night from the day
My light is different than the others
Take offense when I watch their displays
Volatile odds stacked against me
Corrosion of the mind that I made
Part your hair down the middle
Wash the sick off your face
It only feel bad a little
Something soon takes its place
You stripped off it all, and you gave them
Everything they wanted to taste
Ignored your nausea and reluctance
And you tell yourself, that you still have some say
....okay
I sat in a car by the ocean
Last week, there was a gun to my face
I'm thinner here, but the sun heals my body
My feeble bones twist in place
Nostalgia comes back to rob me
and knock me, 'round any which way
It's not that I suffer persecution
It's just that things go my way
Okay
O K
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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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