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Trash Can Marzipan
02:01
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In a way you only spoke before
Riddles, metaphors,
ambiguous evading statements
hard to define what .
Now I hear you clear as day
You call out to me in a
backwards, evil,
wicked tongue
All you ever say:
"Trash can marzipan,
it's not for you
so keep your fingers off the gold
and go do as you're told"
When I do these tricks for you,
it feels just like I'm pandering
If you just wanna scream and shout,
that's not a call worth answering
Now stick your hand inside
this box of thumbtacks
Walk back where
you've fallen off the tracks
Traced back to origin
you go to Portland, Oregon
where the cedar trees and songsparrow
rumple up your cardigan
Real appeal and full of zeal
You smash into my window shield
and the splatter patterns paint a face
of my sweet girl and we embrace
What it is and always has to be
Floating face down
in the stagnant pond of muddy water
where they released me
and told me what a blessedness,
what a joy divine
to ask the everlasting arms
if they could spare a dime
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2. |
Monetized Trespasser
01:35
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Inhabiting such brains as these
you'll fall a lot and scrape your knees
But childlike passion can still be valued
Just, not in children...
Responding to environment
You'll wonder why you make no sense
and do these things for eight or nine years
like it's you that's the problem
Spent so many years told only one thing,
you went off and got rewarded for new thing
Has this always belonged to me?
And when I'm not here can I bring it back with me?
Days your insecurities
may shake the ground and kick your knees
Are you where you ought to be
or are you just trespassing?
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I've been told I need improvement
I'm too gauche to pick up the movement
But it's like painting, it's like jazz
and I'm giving everything I have
Just trying my best
to fit in with the rest of them
at this thing.
Kicked in and out five nights a week
Those parrots sure know how to speak,
but I've been singing a different song,
original I brought along
and I'm not making friends
or a means to an end
inside this bird cage.
I can't dance but I'm trying to fit in
I can't dance but I'm trying to fit in
I've got a corsage with no one to pin
just step, right, kick, change and again
I can't dance but I want to feel right
inside my own skin
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4. |
You Won't Always Be Poor
02:14
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Take this vegetable man
who's reaping a life he's sewn himself on barren land
With a fractured vibe of improbable health
One day he'll get over himself
You're waiting by the door
I'm still passed out on the floor
On my lonesome, in the doldrums,
not taking calls from
You say I've got a chance
Belief in a circumstance,
a culture of excess
where image can be success
Now I'm not gonna try, I'm just gonna be
You have to live in times like these
Fare thee well, commercial art
Shove the money inside of your dying heart...
Once again! you've mistaken time for distance
Better get dressed to meet this resistance
Once again you've mistaken lust for love
Pride for glory and hand for glove
You still say I've got a chance
Belief in a circumstance,
a culture of excess
where image can be success
You must be a slave to vice
You think cause it has a price,
if you can afford it
that means you deserve it
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5. |
Fireworks Truther
02:29
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It may be enough for some people
But we've got a long way left to go
Take this broken trust
Shots along the border,
your sense of order
must turn a mournful stare
at all the nothing
and the no one
there anymore
It may be enough for some people
But we've got a long way left to go
What a pity your
professional life would be
were you not insanely loaded,
burnt up and corroded,
twisted metal shards
fall from the front lines
to your front yard
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6. |
Drive the Bike Lane
01:52
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Little house I hide away from
Same old boring conversations,
cycled through in variations
and treated like new information
Super glue inside my stitches
Boxes full of dirty dishes
You've got all this space to ride
and now there's nowhere left to hide
So you sit pretty and drink your wine
and lash out when I'm feeling fine
and just like that we built a home
along the shifting sands
Queen of empty promises
What did you expect?
Link by link I'll break my binds
rebuild myself outside the lines
and just like that we see we made
the most unlikely friends
All behavior can be some kind of communication
All you ever see is another self-reflection
When's it time for some deep and thorough contemplation?
Give me something good; not just more of your victim hood
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7. |
I Don't Get You
01:00
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You and I are in danger
We crawl along a razor and hope we won't lose our spot in line
Sometimes, when you lose focus
it gets hard to notice that you've been on a slow decline
You think that
you & I
can take a few good pictures
together, and we should just
call that love
I can't help you break your landing
and I'm not mutually understanding
I don't get you, yet here you are with me
I've never sought you and now you're all I see
I know my separate range
and I shouldn't have to change
any part of myself to be with you
and if it was so good
then I wouldn't have to stress it
but the weight always falls
on who's first to address it
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8. |
IKEA UFO
02:22
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I got an IKEA UFO, it came in pieces
but it was identified through the product code on the invoice
Sit on my basement floor, trying to put it together
in the end I had a lot of pieces leftover
I had to redo some connections, now the screw holes are stripped
I hope that doesn't affect my intergalactic trip
I got an IKEA UFO, it came in pieces
but it was identified through the product code on the invoice
Served it's purpose from an aesthetic point of view
Then, on it's voyage, I guess I needed that extra screw
To be honest, I threw away the instructions when they came
and now as I freefall I only have myself to blame
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