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bawbag
03:47
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we have mutual respect for one another, even as we plan each others’ murder. the music nick drake heard in his head as the sleeping pills kicked in. it’s the great it’s the great it’s the great i am as all the city folk toil on a big golden one. 135 km/h as in mesopotamian legend. big golden one as in reborn egyptian priest / noted french musician. fanta fanta for hugo boss. your painting is a four color explosion. your painting is grotesque. leaves me on the floor all shot up and second best; the antithesis of time well spent. your voice does not turn off, does not fade out. ten languages all singing all
dancing sweet nothings. your painting is a five color explosion... and now the party’s securely over. alpa alpa alpa (etc).
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horrific equilibrium
01:46
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gotta get out gotta get outside - sun is out and you could be too. anything recorded on more than 16 tracks is the work of a fascist. i got a wish on my lips i got a wish on my lips it wants out too - it's going to get away. forgot to close gate animals escape back to single celled state, oh well oh well oh well oh well. dance the can can kick the can down the street ironic youth (ironic youth was the name of their band). all over the local news, ironic murder mystery 'oh just one more thing if i may'.
this is made for tv! this is made for tv! this is made without love... look mum no soul! look mum no soul. manufactured tapestry, 3d printed backstory. horrific equilibrium - drink to horrific equilibrium.
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divorce song
03:21
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i knew a man and jennifer newly married and they moved into a big house on a hill, filled one room with all their future relics - carbon tracings of the outlines of imagined possibilities. and jennifer went to job and the man had none. he liked to be brave on the internet. and trust me! trust me! was the shout that echoed through those heavy halls. free trade coffee and free trade porn, and trust me! trust me! was the shout that echoed through those heavy halls. jennifer fielded questions from colleagues 'he is something of an introvert but maybe bring kids number two and three friday - he likes to cook likes to entertain for smaller groups. dislikes ikea or any false idol masquerading as a shop. believes in crucifixion but has doubts about immortality'. and hey yeah it was all over the news. man owed money to honest joe cocaine and yet more money to discrete group of friends. friday night second car pulls into driveway, exit children numbers two and three. thick smell of slow cook stew escapes warm glow, doorway slams shut. skillful camera pulls back and we observe: third car no glow no show no music pulls up outside window. first brick through window now makeshift firebomb. by the light of the fake fire real fire envelops number three - a sight number two will recall delirious on deathbed 2074. third car speeds off sleep uneasy. and hey yeah it was all over the news. i know a man these days he deals on wheels... lives in a big house on a hill.
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send a diplomat to mars ask them if we still have a date? are we still in their good books with our fingers on strings and our tongues tied to the teleprompt? a decentralized nervous system doing most of the work. all those girls in bikinis celebrating nagasaki were probably a step too far - but at least I'm still here with the copyright on every single mistake. the tiger stalks its prey for many miles remains completely unseen is a whisper on the wind the slightest trace of things obscene
all the circuits in his head are aligned to make an easy kill easy kill. the tiger never lies will never look you in the eye offer to tear out your eyes and ears and replace them with a book that he just happens to have on sale - special offer for the gentleman now get down on your knees and crawl into my mouth of your own free will. of your own free will. now that the dust has settled, now that we're older or at least that's what they tell us - if I reached out with these lizard fingers? we could sit in total darkness watching screwball comedies - borrowed nostalgia and lost optimism two or three generations past. all these girls in bikinis running triathlons round the city make me feel so fat and so gone, but at least this boltzmann brain is no longer alone. the tiger (etc). picking at the bones of grace. with your coat of arms that needs a coat of paint. picking at the bones of grace. surrounded by third-rate technocrats in their stupid fucking hats. picking at the bones of grace.
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pop/rock
03:08
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i have a special kind of pain, one that is different and interesting. I'm gonna tell you all about it - tell you all about it in a song. cause I write pop/rock, i write pop/rock. wander the music shop until my cock falls off. i have a special kind of chord - a palm muted riff that pleased the lord. you can have henry ford in any color as long as he's black. pop/rock. there's no telephone in my mobile home - i sit and chew on a bone and think about rhyming schemes. i'll let you in on a well kept secret: the maillard reaction is very important. very important.
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motivator
01:55
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let's get married tonight get a divorce in the morning have a night to remember then drink to forget. put our problems into boxes and hide them in the basement - in the dark where they only just fit. your perfect face deserves a perfect song. this song is not it but it will do until the right one comes along. so drink if you will from this bitter cup - i'll be here from the first time till you finally give up. so let's darken the corners trust your peripheral vision each response is pavlovian and that door looks like a fucking monster. my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they ask me about my dairy-industrial millions. your perfect face (etc). be all that you can be.
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year of the idiot
03:55
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it is the year of the idiot. now comes the winter of disappointment. i'm giving you the benefit of the doubt - let's assume it was just the crystal meth talking. can you hear the choir of angels? 'sell short, by io.' map it out map it out! still: if coherence was your watchword let's face it some things would be different. different as in better. well if you wanna cut corners please do cut corners on your space helmet. cut corners on old-style keeps when the catapults come.
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ossip's big game
03:05
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ossip's big game was easily won - consultancy fees, now boil the books. ossip's big game is reenacted twice a year on the village green by oap's. and that hack ingmar is in attendance. is in attendance. how are we to believe the believers when we don't believe ourselves? what will become of us who want to believe but cannot? (their life is a senseless terror.) and what of those who neither can nor will believe? (you are uneasy.) ossip's last game! (what errand?) he is a skillful tactician, but i have not yet lost one piece. i will break his flank. i will break his flank!
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a mule called neon lippy
02:39
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long-dead syncophants enable and predict my every step. the shame of future empires digging through our artefacts. coulda shoulda been a carolean alt.-caligula, or some greasy-bearded shitpope who knows all the different coffees. ask neon lippy ask ask neon lippy - coin operated sage. ask neon lippy words waggle serendipi - repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat to amaze! never forget: crocodiles will see you before you see them. in the northern suburbs, in tidal creeks and inlets - the unpleasant surprises of the animal world. last night i met some trippy hippy said to ask neon lippy, but i don't speak that language anymore. we cut that caper... jimmy was police - i was devastated. repeat to repeat to repeat to amaze!
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hey dada daddy! visit our city. sa sa sa sa sample our hospitality. to wit: we will help you test your faith in the fresh bohemian air. de de de de de de de de defenestration. de de de de de de de defending heretics. ca ca ca ca ca ca ca cacophanous trumpets. boss hog angels provide token anachronism. jan hus follows lollards points fingers at the fattened calves. king wenceslaus blows smoke for anti pope western schism. recant! recant! cannot! the things charged against me I never have preached. and wenceslaus falls after defenestration. cuius regio, eius religio. repeat de de de de de de de de defenestration (etc).
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bubbly
02:45
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ARTIFICIAL SHRIMP FLAVOR Copenhagen, Denmark
occasional rock band, copenhagen
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