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my dream girls
03:56
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my dream girls circle around me -
i say i'm going to head back
under the sea for a while
to get my shit together.
i used to be fine in any kind of weather.
my dream girls sit in a circle,
ekaterina velikaya off to one side,
dealing with crises in her own way.
she used to be fine reclined on the ottoman,
i used to be fine in any kind of weather.
my dream girls by grey waters,
piling up the bone dry driftwood.
d'arc to one side: whatever she wears she can't win.
the air tastes like the ocean already.
i'm feeling kinda fine in this kind of weather.
and are the prizes any good?
and are the prizes any good anyway?
if everything is here,
what's the point of stabbing at the waves?
do we have to do everything the hard way?
let's get decoherent.
do everything the hard way?
let's get decadent.
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wallawallabumblebee
02:02
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i don't even know how you define the low down dirty animal with specific qualia:
like pins stuck in the corners of your eyes.
will you even make it through this crossword puzzle when nine down has your fucking name on it?
go to australia,
little mr greenpeace hat.
learn to fear nature:
they have an ant that is bez from the happy mondays.
do you even enjoy half-choking on your own salty vomit?
dot your i's and p your a, eh eh eh.
and let's hear it again for david cameron,
he really showed the animal kingdom who has the pants off.
go to australia... (etc.)
walla walla bing bong wallawallabumblebee -
look out! look out!
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3. |
for business or pleasure
04:16
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in a world of political correctness gone mad
five keyboard warriors set out to set that record straight.
masticate that old boot old man.
masticate that boot, ta ta ta.
for business or pleasure.
for business or pleasure.
my business.
my pleasure.
road sign spun around now the traffic is misled.
it comes to a head - the fat controller sees red,
sets out on a minimalist killing spree.
scandinavian design is about knowing when to go home:
mid afternoon.
for business or pleasure.
if your business is leisure?
the leisure pursuits of the theory class:
my pleasure.
masticate that old boot good friend
masticate that boot my buddy-buddy-buddy.
ah ah ah ah - fuck nedry.
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return of kings
03:31
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we were kings - we were kings.
cro-magnon neoliberal not as liberal as you'd think.
we were spiders - they were flies.
we let them live, they watched us die.
there's an elephant in the room, and the elephant is eating all my shrooms.
now the elephant got his trunk into my gin
so i scream at him 'i let you win'.
ssh. and you have banner ads and you have popup ads - shouldn't you be out hunting your breakfast like real men do? and you have banner ads and you have popup ads - shouldn't you be out hunting your breakfast like real men do? and your CamelCase.issloPpy and your javascript is shit, and seriously sir your website is ridiculous. and your CamelCase.issloPpy and your javascript is shit, and seriously sir your website is ridiculous. it's a riddle wrapped in an enigma that got stuck in a cum stain. it's a riddle wrapped in an enigma that got stuck in a cum stain.
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history typewriter
03:24
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the spring of that year, the lambs of the city.
an artefact of note fell into my possession.
oh children the creaking floor has a story to tell...
and no memory means no objections.
the typewriter that spits out history.
i got the typewriter that spits out history.
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her hands twisted his neurons tight.
argus got to work way back when (it was hot).
and off we go! don't mind them,
only in it for the fun:
benefit tourists on vacation from their cluster bombed homes.
and off we go!
deal with the devil once a month on the telephone.
western life is stressful
deal with the mortgage once a month on the telephone.
see how it grows let's watch it grow are you watching it grow?
see how it grows let's watch it grow are you watching it grow?
one empty morning, the air bone dry.
descend.
walk amongst the echoes, avoid their grasping hands.
please note she let no food pass her lips, six months.
deal with the FTSE once a month on the telephone.
see how it thinks, let's watch it think, are you watching it think?
see how it thinks, let's watch it think, let's watch it think together .
the words roll comatose from its slow tongue.
"is it clear? i desperately want to make something clear." (hypocrite)
an eclipse is never clear but how they dance...
but how they dance.
meanwhile demeter, beside herself with grief
as the city on the hill ties up its jackboots tight,
always on a journey, always back in the same place.
always some collateral damage.
always some collateral damage.
i write to you from the belfry,
nine peephole doctors watch me.
i guess that history won't be on my side.
no comment from the bughouse.
the duke, the bishop, the president, the stockbroker
await my return.
(this part is fantasy.)
some old devil with lecherous eye, eggshell skin
is bringing back witch trials as we speak.
fortuna's wheel rotates you down,
stockholm for persephone
or bright flame written out of history?
bright flame written out of history?
feeling kinda moon by day sun by night;
moon meets sun might just be my undoing.
with delusions in my very dna,
whatever next?
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7. |
trivial pursuits
02:17
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i bought another book from the self-help-industrial complex.
you circled a box in a magazine guess we have the same star sign.
trivial pursuits, in search of something new.
scraping out the bottom of the barrel,
that's where you find all the best bits.
cleansing the heresy in search of something old.
operator operator,
can you get me the number of the shanghai palace?
corner of silversmith and shame?
actually i just called for company.
what's your favorite pony breed?
don't hang up on me.
my taxes pay your wages.
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8. |
punk as fuck
03:17
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we're punk as fuck. trigger warning for punk. we're totally straight-edge. apart from the drugs and all the different cheeses. camenbert (etc.) we're punk as fuck. we have no exit strategy. we're just improvising on the world stage, we have no exit strategy. you know what it is. being punk as fuck is important to our corporate values. being punk as fuck is part of our five year plan. naked, bathed in custard, 9 a.m.
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9. |
going away
02:56
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two shadows in conversation overheard at public station 2023.
ask for information chew the leaf try to remember the seed.
fast forward the sky, get lost in the clouds.
fast forward the street, get lost in the crowd.
a loaf of bread, a bag of wine, a song
for jack and his coping strategies (it won't be long).
less inventive by the day and i guess i'm going away.
hypnotized by clever tricks and i guess i'm going away.
and i'll be sitting in a cafe watching traffic
maybe watching your reflection.
burgundy drum solo of autumn leaves
beats beat true and/or imagined memories.
miss devereaux wherever you might be,
good luck with those coping strategies (it won't be long).
hypnotized by clever tricks and i guess i'm going away.
seeing patterns in noise and i guess i'm going away.
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10. |
hello!
03:07
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hello! we know how to fix you - so sit back fasten the straps of our fixing chair. hey, the tabernacle knows you well - so wash out your mouth with rubbing alcohol. shit, the foundations are a'crumbling. the center does not hold. the center does not hold. and what sluggish creature with malicious eye crawls out of bethlehem at this hour? says 'do you want fries with that'? hey! we wine and we dine you. we wine and we dine on you. we are deaf to the silence. free! as in free beer and free speech. doritos built a cannon - and that is nothing if not a dark portent. hello! (etc.)
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i am the robot on the telephone beating you into submission with polite obscurantism.
you are copenhagen in a stranglehold as the towers go up and the billboards roll down.
and i would write for love but i have no words of value - just a restless tongue in an idiot mouth.
flaming arrow cruise somewhere in this lightcone, but for now there's intrigue at the message centre:
a murder mystery, US hotel, french investigator, fair is fair.
new hardwood table for the kitchen fetishism that is our sad edition of the summer of love
is covered in bloodstains and UV clues for foxy investigator, fair is fair.
of late a thousand exploding stars got shaken together and pinned down in a folder.
how many butterflies squirm on the pin? get your tongue pierced cheap today.
strolling into work in my infidel uniform.
21 things can you catch 22? 21 things before it catches you.
right! live, on-air, news hounds in fox hunt get a licky licky taste of that glittering prize.
darling how do you do it? cheapen life to this degree whilst pricing us out of town?
(i put a bun in the oven, got caught up writing this song - that fucker burned black.
post-digression let's return to the main article.)
french investigator draws magic bullet diagram, conclusively proves previous theory incorrect.
case collapses under the weight of just-so stories - understandable - the stakes are so high!
the stakes are so high.
all is vanity, fair is fair.
21 things can you catch 22? 21 things before it catches you.
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magic people
02:26
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it's raining inside and out, an architectural failure -
but i guess that's a metaphor for something, i should use it in a song.
and if they wait for you when you slip and fall and get back up with their eyes and arms still open, then you know who the magic people are.
fireworks mark the end of the rainy season.
and this week smells like a garden back in bloom.
and if they wait for you when you slip and fall and get back up with their eyes and arms still open, then you know who the magic people are.
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13. |
i am futureproofed
05:25
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ask the mortician, i don't think he really minds -
we can sleep on his couch while he's working.
ask the mortician, i don't think he really minds -
we can sell ourselves on airbnb, it's a zero sum game.
i am futureproofed, i forgot to die young.
you are glitterface, goldfish memory banks.
i am futureproofed, i forgot to die young.
you are glitterface, goldfish memory banks.
ask the technocrat on a mission:
the science is settled and you can guess what it says.
or ask the bronie pediatrician
to sort things out if he can find the time.
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