1. |
Tuning
00:57
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2. |
Slab
02:25
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dreams are always red
when you’re in my head
take my hand
we’re born again
losing touch
in a parking lot
watching dumpster fires
burning palms
call the cops
paradise
is taking off
it’s taking off
fear is always near
when you’re not here
take my hand
we’re born again
when all the stars
are on the ground
losing touch
in a parking lot
watching dumpster fires
burning palms
call the cops
paradise
is taking off
it’s in tires
it’s in changes
repeating
it’s shameless
it’s in plastic bags
in stolen land
It’s coded
and it’s nameless
it’s dying
remaking
it’s tangled
in language
love is on the run
when you are gone
take my hand
we’re born again
when all the stars
are on the ground
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3. |
Driving My Car
02:44
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under the rubber
under the rush
in the asphalt
in the rust
entropy, can’t you see
the hidden heart
is a fixture
and it’s drifting off
driving my car
I’m an animal
burning gasoline
driving my car
I’m the marrow
in the mud
driving my car
I am more than life
shooting ‘cross the breeze
in the sideshow
in the exhaust
memory, can’t you see
the hidden heart
is haunted
let it be dark
history is a crime scene
history is a loaded gun
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4. |
The Painter
02:11
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he painter
he paints
he works
he prays
he dreams
white paint
the painter
he paints
he works
long days
he don't sleep
he dreams
white paint
stay low
no more
crying dogs
the painter
the painter
the painter
the painter
he paints
he don't sleep
he dreams
orange groves
san fernando
valley road
the painter
he paints
he works
he loves
he cries
he dreams
he prays
he lives
he bleeds
white paint
hypnotize
the painter
he paints
he works
he dreams
blue sky
green earth
concrete
white paint
no more
crying dogs
the painter
the painter
the painter
the painter
he paints
white paint
deep base
stay low
luxury
apartment homes
the painter
he paints
he dreams
orange groves
san fernando
valley road
no more
crying dogs
hypnotize
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5. |
Puzzle
02:28
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puzzle
doesn’t need a gun
identity
is not her dog
butterfly back tattoo
she’s a waxing moon
just passing thru
while I was
in a dark
in portal
in a trash can
in a phone
puzzle
is sanctified
she cut out
the spiral tongue
cause she wanted to
she’s permanent
just passing thru
she’s so cool
she stands above the room
in neon
in cowboy boots
and curls
while I was
in a dark
in a portal
in a trash can
in a phone
she knows when
to hang around
and when to
get out of town
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6. |
Tarantula
02:40
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tarantula
earthly body,
mercury
in the light
polystyrene dreams
over me
dark shadow
you were carbon gray
glittery, glittery
everything is spinning
blue is green
tarantula
peacefully,
I am not afraid
of the light
tangerine green
over me
dark shadow
you were carbon gray
sugary, sugary
everything is spinning
blue is green
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7. |
On Screen
03:03
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street change in July
when you smile
I don’t want you
looking at me
time is wasted on me
cos I watch it on screen
narrative plain is growing
and it’s stretching
through the saccharine
time is wasted on me
cos I watch it on screen
an actor remembers
a magician never knows
I’m a city that never sleeps
I’m a message that doesn’t reach
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8. |
Broken Mirror
03:32
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I am alive
here for a good time
darling dusty lash
In love with trouble
I could never
forget your smile
and I know
time waits for no one
Pick up the phone
I still can't let go
I'm on the last train home
you're the last to know
I was an,
shattered on the bathroom floor
I am a forest fire burning
trash black powdery
we were having the same dream
I could use more
of your sweet time
Pick up the phone
I still can't let go
passed out on the subway floor,
you're the last to know
I was a ,
shattered on the bathroom floor
I saw the mirror break
I was but wasn't there
Broken mirror,
you're the last to know,
the last to know--
We're eternal
Eternal
I was an earthquake in 1994,
shattered on the bathroom floor
I saw the mirror break
I was but wasn't there
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9. |
Dust It Off
02:37
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we spent the night
circling the drain
we looked down
and saw nothing
love was dark
dust it off
it’s in your eyes,
liquid starry
bittersweet,
and jittery
touch the nerve
and spill it out
we won't come down
we move thru moonbeams
we live in stained glass
we see the past
arresting us
spiraling
to keep it out
you came around
and I spun out
sympathy
won't save the need
we know that
it's everything
touch the nerve
and spill it out
we won't come down
we move thru moonbeams
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10. |
Willy Nilly
02:42
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what does it take
to purify
a thought down
to the salt
the earth is not
made of rocks
they’re not melting
when we go on walks
when we fall in love
through the phone
we’re stuck inside
we sanitize
every day
my heart breaks
cause I’m spoiled
and indifferent
I’m american—
we get experience
from our rhetoric
blissfully
they’re talking
we’re talking
don’t say a thing
just forget it
nothing is happening
I get nose bleeds
and I let em run
cause I like
the taste of blood
and vegetables
and bull shit
and I need to
enjoy the consequences
when analogies
all run out
US mental
it’s easy
it’s so called
it’s not your life
there’s life on mars
we specialize in corn
it’s easy
it's gestural
every day
my heart breaks
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11. |
Edging
04:36
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edging
on the 405
breaking down
in red light
coming down the hill
catatonic
and getting high
turn the stereo up
co star
tell us who we are
do the same thing
everyday
looking at
what I want
I can see it
looking back
thinking
what do headphones hear
ny baseball cap
wanting
won’t bring nothing back
freedom
in america
don’t get ahead
of yourself
tell us who we are
do the same thing
everyday
looking at
what I want
I can see it
looking back
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