1. |
Good Behavior
03:23
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We lost disproportionately
They watched us devolve into vagueness
We mocked ourselves into demise
And when there’s nothing left but cold caprice
You guard your grievance like a dog in the manger
You’ll let yourself breed contempt until you die of common diseases
So let the sentences retain
Reinforcement judgments, consternated ruin
Your solitude will be confined
Glow in your penumbra
Efflorescent moon
You played for a peak full of fame & fortune
The heights of which you fail to climb or tumble down
You’re isolated from your savior
You’ll be jarred into good behavior
What costs us inordinately
Can stop ourselves from becoming the demons
We knock ourselves up every time
You sell yourself a print in bold relief
And hang it up like a portrait of Jesus
In vain attempts to repent for your decline
We know that you need to
Just let your temperance lay in wait
We’ll destroy the government
Elevate the faith
When all of you withhold the names
Will you hold us under?
Drown us with your weight?
You strayed incomplete from the shame and forced us
To side with none who justify your every move
Your convolution was your failure
You've been jarred into good behavior
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2. |
Beaker Savage
03:37
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We were armchair multiplexing priests of panic
Changing roles with every fortnight
Keeping old whims fortified, feast or famine
Light and dark, it never appeared right
We try to leave it up in the air
We can’t afford to fumble or fake
If I’m egregious and shockingly stained
I speak the words I might like to say
We were straw people, flawed heroes
Cold inside but never in vain
Did you doubt me, did you find Beaker savage?
All along the evidence framed him
All about me a terrified feeble planet
Under oath, we overexplained it
Don’t mind your feelings, they’re puzzling and fleet
Can we turn a prophet from pain?
If I believed it, was it a dream?
The tyrants leaving office in shame may be all your demons
Who’ve gone to seedlings
Underground they patiently wait
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3. |
Flip Your Whigs
01:33
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Would you do what you do if it didn’t get stuck in a mess?
Should you do say what you said when the gentry all confessed?
They’ll hold you down
Apply the grip
They throw you ‘round
Until you flip your whigs
Place your own replacement
Gone for good is greatness you can taste!
Could you do what you do when they can’t come through in end?
Did you do what you did when they didn’t see nothin’ you kept?
They’ll mow you down
They’ll reap the filth
They’ll throw you out
Until you flip your whigs
Our favorite agitation
Gone for good is greatness you can taste!
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4. |
Shed the Ghost
02:59
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Parades for all, as God intended
Shades of a populist nightmare
You stayed resolved, you almost nabbed it
Brave and contagious you live
One day you could breathe as though your lungs were kept
In papers and collected poems
You dodge the draft in depth
Exploding within
The demon spawn of avarice
And greed is morality’s pretext
Careers and cars and vacant, distant dreams of rapacity fade
Once truth has absolved you of accomplishment
It’s treated like the social norm
You leave the rest unkempt in obvious need
Keep your bones and shed the ghost
Slip away to spare the closeness
You can leave before the judgment begins to intone
You may be so indoctrinated
You crash the occasional landmark
Engage yourself in complicated plans
And performative play
Right now they could bring you down
With no offense, exactly like they did before
With consequence and pain
And barely a sound
Take your guns and leave your post
Like you did when you were homesick
You can keep yourself redundant
Commit to the cause
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5. |
Everything's Fluid
02:25
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What does time mean anyway?
Apace inordinately
A stranger light, a golden sight to see
Let your frights be swept away and take your storms to sea
A careful life, the only kind you lead
They rub it in when you’re feeling down
When your feet get tied and you’re losing ground
So sad to see, I hope you get through it
The trouble is when you’re really scarred and defeat seems nigh and you’re losing spark
Don’t stress the strain, everything’s fluid
When does pride mean most to you?
In graceful form and fit
For most of us beholden types you meet
Let your science teach truth to you
Embrace your warmth and wit
A toast to us and everyone you keep
What’s left but the frequent fights
Over steep amounts, over fees to find
In depth indeed the circle gets druid
Love affairs burn brief and bright
Don’t heed the doubt
Wear your blue jeans tight
No set to shape, everything’s fluid
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6. |
Guilt Friend
03:49
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The life you’re leading loathsome
Saves you from a funeral pyre
Ignatius kerosene to the pile of leaves
They’re holding every kind of friendly fire
Regrets are more esteemed when the ride is through
We made it through the breach
Grieve your twisted gothic shame for me
Until another scene when it’s obviously weird
Perhaps you can’t explain this one to me
You talk about this like it’s ancient
Kubla Khan proclaimed to let your fate become your faith
How do you get to be my good friend?
Why do I get to be your guilt friend?
How did I get to be your good friend?
Why did you get to be my guilt friend?
The price of preening always gets you into other binds
Or lest you roam the streets your advice to me is only
Detrimental oversight
Forget your obsolete and entitled frames of mind
Your blatant overreach leaves you with no groundlessness to gain
Maybe next year it’ll start to settle down
You don’t think you can wait for that long
What about this - maybe you were wrong
You want me to be here, whatever the cost
How did you get to be my good friend?
Why did I get to be your guilt friend?
How do I get to be your good friend?
Why do you get to be my guilt friend?
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7. |
Gimme the Concentrate
02:53
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We’ll pick it apart in kind to nail you
And to make sure you’ll be tossed
This time we know for certain
No tripped alarm, no one to save you
Gonna take turns killing you off
Or driving you to jail
We’ll sweep you under
Apply the grip
Provide the documents
And watch you read the script
Complain to no one
Who’s listening in?
Comply with all of it
Exactly like we did
Gimme the concentrate
No time to water it down for the middle
Let it dissolve my faith in these
Will the pedantic pace
And fees involved combine in remittal
Will it absolve your ways and means?
Twelve years have gotten you feeling dramatic
Did you get your point across?
You tried to draw the curtains
What tipped you off
Was it our regalia?
Was it how we fenced you in?
With no more leading trails
Your own conundrum
Our wily wit
No sleight of confidence
If that’s what reels you in
You’re safe from everyone
You pledge to win
I’m tired of all of this
It makes no fucking sense
Gimme the concentrate
No time to water it down for the middle
Let it dissolve my faith in these
Will the romantic stage
Of thieves in love deny your acquittal?
Will it absolve your ways and means?
Gimme the concentrate
No time to water it down just a little
Let it dissolve my faith in this
For every plan you make
That veers towards divine inhalation
Gimme a God who’ll plead the fifth
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8. |
Elves
03:12
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We like to dress up like we’re elves
We like to save you from yourselves
You’ll guess our next compulsion
To fly with jet propulsion
Our soldier priestess holds the line
Upon your evil we will dine
We’ll shake our monkeymakers
Tumble like Henson bakers
We’re busy freaking out ourselves
And for a while we’ll try to make you smile
You’ll pay our wage until you die
Creative license
You’ll share with my sense
Of fame and fortune and life and what could bleed us
Out of what flows inside our veins
And all the fears that plague our brains
You might not dare believe us
But you could never leave us
Unless you think we’ve gone insane
I’m almost scared to say this
Oh no, I’ll never say this
Spheres collide in space they made us
Creative license
You’ll share with my sense
Of fame and fortune and life
We really need it
We like to dress up like ourselves
To make you think that we’re not elves
We hide ourselves from you and all of the other humans
And then we dress up like we’re elves
Conspire with all your teachers
And all the lowly creatures
Grace and lust and dreams combined
Inside a blender
We won’t surrender
Until the postmen
They ring the bell forever
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It’s not about me, it’s about you
You haven’t got a hint, not a faint clue
In spite of this and in lieu of us
The roast beast says it’s through with us
And now needs to be this
Or otherwise it’s a death wished uncinematically
The last days of Gloria Trillo
The broil to the head led to something big
The struggle in descent was your own tilt
Don’t try to speak in the truest of
Your own attempts to get used to us
The repercussions were felt
A lot that needs to be dealt with
Checking your three o’clock
Because only members are killers
And you define this as passionate
You’re checking out while we’re cashing in
The little moments like this that you remember
Were clipped out
Suspension and disbelief
The last days of Gloria Trillo
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10. |
Cold Wartime Economy
04:06
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They were in the phase of colonial ways of rule
And in those bad old days, it was me that they couldn’t recruit
Atlanta turned and then we all proclaimed the truth
The distant clamor displayed their iniquitous rage as cruel
Cold wartime economy
The problem ‘til today was an obvious aim to please
Until they abdicated for a dream that was more diseased
Than every magistrate and policeman upon the street
The vision darkens in death, and you leave them with no repeal
Cold wartime economy
So you see that you played the fool
When you lost no time to school
They trapped you in the knots of plain delusion
You gotta kill to slay, to beat them, to plead the fifth
Your honor is thrilled to say that you won’t say what you did
To win the battle, you see, you won’t let your place within
Concede your sad estate to at least one or more of your kids
Cold wartime economy
Then the twister came too soon
And the tinman turned spittoon
Suffragists would become the fists of the revolution
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11. |
Talus Monkey
04:06
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I'll take this one misstep at a time
I'll find my feet
Survive this climb if I glissade now
My heart's been set on you
Do whatever you want me to
I'll hold you one loose grip at a time
My arm's asleep beside you
Gliding all the way down
You know you stoked the fire
And you keep on kissin' it higher
They keep on running you down
Mystified, you might even say
Everywhere you find a crusade, boy
Anytime you're down to your underage
You keep on pleading me on
The suffrage I know keeps it away
Every time you're blind to mistakes, lord
A conscious life you'll try to live
The old ones left to die
I'll say this one loose lip at a time
My speech polite recital
Writing all the words down
When all of you settle out of court
You won't do without
I'll let your life go free in the time
It takes to flash before you
Tumbling all the way down
You know you'll miss the wire
Contextual desire
They keep on gunning us down
Light to light and day after day
Every time you try to relate, girl
After all you hauled in your wonderment
You'll see my face in the sky
Amplified in thousands of ways
Everyone survived your mistake, boy
Unconscious light you'll find
When you know you left the game
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12. |
Sunshower
03:38
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The animal schemes as a theme or the glow is unreal
It’s a sunshower
The foxes are bathing, the jackal and wolf in repose
It’s a sunshower
You plan your retrievals in greed as the show is revealed
It’s a sunshower
With God as a favorable day, it’s the devil you know
It’s a sunshower
You endlessly reach and your scatter your words in a mess
It’s a sunshower
The same can be nearly explained or abhorrently bid
It’s a sunshower
Defend or concede if you’d rather be worst or be best
It’s a sunshower
Incapably seizing the reins with deplorable twits
It’s a sunshower
Adonis and everyone else at the top of the page
It’s a sunshower
The sacred we always abuse or we violently slay
It’s a sunshower
Admonish intent to yourself if you want to get paid
It’s a sunshower
You play me for all you confuse to be righteous as rain
It’s a sunshower
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13. |
Irregular Cool Kids
02:51
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You’re up, you get dressed
You make believe you’re nobody’s fool
and hope you’re seen as dignified
You’re sure to impress
You make the scene all over the school
You told the teachers who was right
Avoiding the mainstream
Rewarding your daydreams
Holding ‘em high
Irregular cool kids
You make your own rules if you know what you like
You’re tougher than this
You take relief in throwing the fight
You know you need to prove the lies
Enough to resist your own deceit
Award your own prize to loneliness that you survive
Alarmingly shake me
Calmly contain me
Watch me explode
If all you forsake me
Bend me and break me
I thought you should know:
This is it, kid
Listen we’re telling you
You do what you did, you do what you did
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14. |
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You say it like goodbye
You’ve gone prescriptive
The youth that you have wasted goes to Bethlehem
What bathes in turpentine? A cloth? A missile?
For traitors who forsake you and repent to them?
You’re armed to the pepsodent teeth
John Davidson smile
John Derringer piece
A fist to your petulant lips
You gave up your rights
You barely exist to me
You pray that you’ll be fined
Thank God you witnessed
The truth as legislated in a fascist state
You waiver then resign
They call you “Nixon”
In danger and unstable on the path you pave
You’re armed to the pepsodent teeth
Reveal your fright
Your violent belief
You made an impression on this
It’s hidden, plain sight
Conceal your peace from me
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15. |
Condition Me
04:25
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Brace yourself defensively
Cauterize what ails you
Codify your pleas
Wade into the violent stream
Maybe you belong there
Otherwise you’ll leave
Heights impossibly you scale
With your limits shy insatiable and steep
Did you notice them or did you let them fade
Estrange the frills you can’t afford to keep
And when your problems start to mete the punishment explicitly
Condition me
You bore me out and paid the keep and solved another mystery
Condition me
We place aside all horrible, horrible feelings
We grant ourselves improbable time
We’re in the grasp of torturous, torturous healing
We stop ourselves just short of the line
Compromise is medieval
Waste your time effectively
Solidify your vague and undetermined mien
Take what you should not receive
Cede the rest and claim your conscience isn’t clean
And, as urgently you bail
Out the vessel sailing, slowly springing leaks
Do you warn them all, as torrents breach the wales
You float until you can’t afford to sink
So let me out I can’t contend with all of these indignities
Condition me
You wore me out ,I’m overspent
Insolvency is bittersweet
Condition me
You’ll hear me out I’ll tell you this
You can’t dismiss what you should be
Condition me
Completely lost, you find your bliss - in what’s remiss: simplicity
Condition me
You’ll live beside your horrible, horrible feelings
You gave yourself these obstacles once
You’re in the traps of virtuous, virtuous meanings
You stop yourself just short of the one
Compromise you can deal with
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16. |
The Night Creeps
02:46
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Hey, during the day I am afraid of nothing
And nothing can change my mind
Indulge in something,
The evening can make you mad
So do you propose that they offer you bliss?
So would you devolve, or could you resist?
It’s all that you need, and it’s all that you miss
More time spent to either run away or go home
To make someone convince themselves
Of jubilation for cleaning the normal filth
It’s always something, progressive and gaining grip
And do they ignore how you fasten your lip
It’s you they should know, it’s me that you tricked
The deepest remorse
The optimal wish unrewarded
You need it to be orderly kids
The night creeps are a separate being
In form and function and in your remorseful way
You rise above it, awaken the very next day
And reach a resolve and carry that weight
The helping is God in a relative way
The best will be lost, the worst will be left in shamelessness
To either run away or go home
You either run away or go home
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