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Popcorn Sun
02:28
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nursed my doctor so we could
pork your hamburger so we could
read your popcorn so they could
ramble from the setting sun
stable like a loaded gun
freed my soldier so I could
scold my dada art critic
phoned your popcorn so it could
pop me like the morning sun
cradling my bloated fun
the popcorn compels you
I'll melt that bridge to somewhere
water all your nuns
take a fast boat to Utah and
drink your mushroom gods while they
boo my ant farm cheerleaders
rob my popcorn so I could
bag em' like a doctor's son
looking like a sloth that won
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Senator's Nose
02:31
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I would use my Nanny's handbook
keep relying on the hose
til' I peeked inside the window
saw the Senator's nose
grow a hundred thousand meters
gonna meet her in the snow
walked around my teacher's circle
through a needle in the dark
knocked a wheat thin off a hurdle
met a lawyer in the park
several parachuting leeches
told their particles to make
all the zombie mathematicians
force their worker bees to rake
the leaves up at the power plant
selling cabbages to squirrels
eating nuts and bolts all morn
putting sperm inside of pearls
eating radishes with scorn
that's why I wish you would tell me....
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Wrong Knife
02:52
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Well it's true, I scrubbed out my white
well they say, I laid rusty pipe
now my sleeves are red stained on white
I reached out my hand and grabbed the wrong knife
the hip caterpillar caterwauled in church
the old rotten chapstick is still in the purse
they tried for a bush kill, did not learn to snipe
and on top of all that I grabbed the wrong knife
grew up all wrong cow, did not get right
adjusting to marbles did not set my type
I'll cry in my beer as I scowl about my plight
my hand is all bloody, grabbed the wrong knife
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Wet Detector
03:03
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dreams about weird bullies in an art monument
failures of my present, chaos raining down
internal puddles where I left my burnt turkey
all the sides are melding into globs
I'm a righteous snob
It's a wet detector, someone left it out in the rain
and they won't let the barn boys, navigate the modest terrain
inside the castle of empty dreams inside the paradox of life
it's a wet detector, someone left it under the sink
and they won't let the butt-fish float inside another ice rink
beside the smoke bomb of freshness
interpreted in horoscopes of mice
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Tube Station
02:55
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I found a new type
rediscover my slice
the king of the tube station
you played seppuku with your hate
put the mice on a plate
turned it into a paranoid tyrant
and now the currency will sell
toss the gamblers in the well
make a movie out of witchcraft and claymation
and if they send you back to class
you can guzzle down the trash
because it's better than the opiated pilot
I've seen more curtains than before
at the new antique store
just south of the tube station
I can walk on a path
distinguish it from the last
tower built on a cellular level
and now it's an old damn shame
spectators will use my name
telling tales of puppet shows and radiation
and then if one day they're right
I'll be on a different plight
nothing to show but a brain that's more dissheveled
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Corn Captain
01:16
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Foxbox Legbox
02:20
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They call him Foxbox Legbox
the misty square marks in the mud
they beg him to swallow his socks
he tells her to paint with his blood
he uses his fire on the east
he hasn't a care for the weak
the ant hill is celebrating love
the beetles will beg him to lose
he destroys the things that he does
he wants you to work for his pork
he'll kill your perceptions of love
he eats his hot dogs with a fork
now Foxbox Legbox has been crushed
the ants crawl around in his fort
the icemen have turned into slush
they say reality is worse
they call him Foxbox Legbox
the misty square marks in the mud
they beg him to swallow his socks
he tells her to paint with his blood x3
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Kick Boxes
02:51
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Gotta karate kick those boxes
make them explode in my mind
because kittens in the crawl space
found the way to elastic time
I'll karate kick the wood now
hangin on to plastic dreams
and destruct them like I should now
suppress all the horse sauce schemes
it's a bad rung on the ladder
donkey down in ancient Rome
and there's way too many samurai
circling that flowered home
keep karate-ing those boxes
like an old plantation game
why do all my snappy polaroids
come with a side dish of shame
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Kaleidoscope Intentions
03:18
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Inside temperature, outside projections
need some detergent for all of the stains
mundane unseen kaleidoscope intentions
walking on water while stuck on a train
poodle-snake complex
stillborn Triceratops
third eye cherry bomb
Unicorn slave days
Inside temperature, outside projections
need some detergent for all of the stains
mundane unseen kaleidoscope intentions
walking on water while stuck on a train
Turtle top worm love
grass stain battle toads
razzmatazz ostrich farm
bagel stork hammer sloth
candle snake snare horn
hunger strike psychiatrist
poodle fang fan club
melatonin bone swamp
Inside temperature, outside projections
need some detergent for all of the stains
mundane unseen kaleidoscope intentions
walking on water while stuck on a train
walking on water while stuck on a train
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10. |
Cannibal Mystics
01:15
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ritualistic
cannibal mystics
inside the triptychs
where they fool me
can't turn my lipstick
into my fish sticks
throw me a wish list and show you the way to the home
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Eat a Rock
02:54
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Oh larval child
can you smell the special dipping sauce?
I heard you talked to my sister the other day
I'm not sure how I felt about it, but it is what it is I guess
here we go, gettin up in here, tell me what I want to say, uh
Eat a rock on the tunnel's rat king
run to a crawl eating fonts like wingdings
silly putty in your monkey's hair
portal to Bermuda and the bat don't care
sloppin up all kinds of propane
greasing up the bones on your cousin's window pane
sardine diapers on the corporate execs
chicken bone burritos on the porch of your ex
smashing up poodle sauce balistics
never trust a cell phone or a rake on a biscuit
this guy, corner of the supermarket
flickin' the ass of a cow in darkness
eat a rock from the minister's lawn
shooting at the stars in your personal dawn
honey darlin, looza dobie, loovin for the woo chan, hinting for the snape man
and that's where the parakeet cellophane Charlie man comes home
so we're gonna take it three more steps, in the child's eye
uh, give it to Charlie
Eat a rock at the edge of your cliff notes
me, my uncle and the mentor's hand poke
keep on knocking on your twizzler's comb
serenade a rabbit in a freckled dome
leather beets down in a dog hole
actin' like a short cake in a parrot's super bowl
Jesus eats his salad with lard
dumping cold lava in a demon's yard
full time lightning persuasion
sending a papaya to a three-dicked craisin
why is pork rat here?
eating all the washers from your Grandma's ear
eat a rock in San Francisco
tell the preacher skinny that the fish won't buy flow
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The City
03:08
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I walked around the city, making some deliveries, taking in the day
you could show my name to Ashley, and I bet fairly fastly
they wouldn't know the name
I made friend's with a pelican, he said his name was Dan
he showed me back to me
You could know the way to Portugal, inside a larger city
a book reveled the name
Oooh I send my love to Chile, it was a little hilly
they didn't know the name
you could send me back to Poland, it was a little cold and
I didn't sign his check
You had left that night for Billy's, he had some plans to kill me
he doesn't know the name
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