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Crag (Human Behavior)
03:40
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I wanna go back, back to that crag.
I wanna feel bad, I want to see smoke rise.
What would I do? If flames improved my eyesight?
How would I look? If I appeared bathed in moonlight?
So I’ll strap antlers to my head
and I’ll attach wild dog-hands.
I’ll make the woods walkable,
I’ll make the woods walkable.
So I said burn the side open
‘cause I wanna feel again.
I don’t wanna be attractive,
I don’t wanna be attractive.
So I’ll strap antlers to my head
and I’ll attract wild dog packs.
I’ll make the woods walkable.
I’ll make the woods walkable.
(whistling)
I know that I don’t love you too, too.
I know that I don’t love you too, too.
So, I’ll probably die sad.
I’ll probably do it by my hand.
I wanted attention,
I wanted affection too.
I wanted a deer’s head.
(lyrics have been altered)
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Autumn (Nana Grizol)
01:54
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I don’t miss you, autumn
so much as the way it felt
when I knew that you were gone.
Back when my clarity of purpose
seemed so strong. Now it just clutches
keeps me from moving on.
I used to think it was me who bore your memory,
but could it be that memory
made me who I am?
The expectation in my smallest of demands
was you return
just as you were.
I longed to make sense of your perspective
how you said sadness takes the shape
of burning stars.
How you could feel a thing
so far from where we are?
A thousand years go by
and always they compelled to pass in static.
We thought that innocence
was something that could last.
Now when I walk around
I wear it as a mask.
So I won’t see, no one see me.
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I can feel my brain a-changin', acclimating to the madness
I can feel my outrage shift into a dull, despondent sadness
I can feel a crust growing over my eyes like a falcon hood
I've got the normalization blues
This isn't normal, this isn't goods
I'm detached and I'm distracted
all keyed up but unproductive
Vacillating between being all excited and disgusted
and then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble
where I've made my mental home
Connection's more important now than it ever was
but I'd rather be alone
And when we talk about the president
we’re either pissed off or we're giggling
about an atrocity he's committing
or some stupid shit he's tweeting
He's a symptom and a weapon of the evil men
who really run the show
The ones who melt down human beings into money
like a cruel sorcerer’s stone
They try to divide us
and largely they're succeeding
'cause they've undermined our confidence
in the news that we are reading
and they make us fight each other
with our faces buried deep inside our phones
Rest in peace to the Information Age
those days are now long dead and gone
I can see the weather changing
and I can feel the soul decaying
I'm observing drastic changes
In the way we're all behaving
I can see the sooth they're saying
furthermore I could believe it to be true
Connection's more important now than it ever was
buddy, what are you gonna do
This is the golden age of dick-otry
probably the last golden age of anything
and the ugliest word in the English language
is Anthropocene
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Nobody knows everything
We know this to be true
Everything is difficult except what's in front of you
But it's complicated even under your nose
Bullshit math equations
And Your highs and your lows
And your manic depression
It comes and it goes
Your sympathetic nervous system reacts
And you're in fight or flight mode
How's the world so small when the world is so large?
And what made the world
Could I please speak to who's in charge?
Everything is real
But it's also just as fake
From your daughter's birthday party
To your grandmother's wake
And your bipolar illness
It comes and it goes
Your sympathetic nervous system reacts
And you're in fight or flight mode
I've tried to know which words to sing so many times
I tried to find which chords to play
And I tried to make it rhyme
I tried to find that key that all good songs are in
And I’ve tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din
But there's a bad man in everyone
No matter who we are
There's a rapist and a Nazi living in our tiny hearts
Child pornographers and cannibals, and politicians too
There's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you
So here's to you Mrs. Robinson
People love you more
Oh nevermind
In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
The world won't care whether you live or die
In fucking fact Mrs. Robinson
They probably hate to see your stupid face
So here's to you Mrs. Robinson
You live in an unforgiving place
(lyrics modified)
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Well I, I dream of a room
In a crooked little house
Under the crooked little moon
Where I can spend my time
With books on every wall
And a plant in every window
To remind me of what I love
And the places in which I can find it
Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick
Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
I must also get away to this crooked room and stay
Until the weather doesn't seem so cold
But then, you found me
In a sad and lonely state
And I know you just couldn't wait
To show me all I was missing
But then, you had to go
Two provinces away
To a crooked room of your own
And that's just how it is
Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick
Cause I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
And I must also get away to this crooked room and stay
Until the weather doesn't seem so cold
Well I suppose, well I suppose it's just as well
That I'm living my life all alone
Cause I, well I could never really tell
If you ever thought of my life, or just your own
Cause this city may be big, but the people here are small
And they often choose to waste their lives doing nothing at all
And you know, it makes me sick
Well I long for a place far away from these spaces
Filled with empty, vacuous souls
But I must also get away from your crooked mind and stay
At a distance if I ever want to know
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Time (Stick & Poke)
03:22
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Oh, lately I've been trying so damn hard to get away
Because living in this city makes me weaker every day
Being constantly surrounded by people, noise and cars
Makes me hunger for a field beneath a big expanse of stars
And I told myself I'd be just fine in the days before you left
But reality is sinking in and now I feel bereft
Of a reason to think anything will ever be worthwhile
So I'm hoping someday soon I'll find my own reason to smile
Cuz sometimes I get so sad I wish my tears would turn to rain
And that the storm that I've created comes to wash us all away
Leveling the city, 'til there's nothing left but seeds
From which will sprout a forest, oh, the perfect place for me
And baby, we've got time
Oh, you know, we've got the rest of our lives
And baby, we've got time
If you want to
And I know that it's unhealthy to stay cooped up in my room
And I know that you don't mean it when you say that we'll talk soon
But that's okay, cuz life is long
And until that time I will stay strong
Well but some days are worse than others, and I'll readily admit
That despite moments of clarity, I often feel like shit
Like right now I feel okay enough to write these stupid lines
But goddammit if I don't just get so lonely sometimes
And baby, we've got time
Oh, you know, we've got the rest of our lives
And baby, we've got time
If you want to
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7. |
Summer (Stick & Poke)
03:01
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