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Your body’s confused
Like tangled veins
Twist and swerve
Like the tracks of a train
Why won’t you fucking close your thighs
I can smell the breath of at least one hundred guys
You look like a slut but that’s no disguise
And the attention that we give means you’re never going to stop it
Money comes easy
You don’t even have to beg
Keep your hands clean
And slowly lose your head
It’s better to hide
Me from you
Separate ties
It’s better if we do
’Cause I just want to watch you cry
You’re greedy like the fly that bothers me at night
I think I’ll name it after after you, doesn’t that bite
Wait for a storm and go and fly your kite
By that time I hope you die
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Art and Bark, It Rhymes
03:02
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Picture a tree inside your living room
But the tree is filled with colors combining, rapidly in bloom
You would never fathom the demise of beauty
But I’m watching flowers die
But it’s best that it changes
Because the higher we grow it’s a long way down
And there’s no use in falling down
And compare yourself to a rowing oar
You’re always sailing against the tides
And the weather gets a bit harder
We could fall into the water
But danger is my middle name
And plus the faster we swim we’ll get to shore
And there’s no use in drowning now
Would you ever tell me things you thought about the universe and galaxies and stars and our thoughts could soon disperse into small particles and be picked up by currents and spread like seeds and grow into a tree
Well you can call me trouble
Or you can be afraid to move on
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Mesa Mesa Mesa
03:46
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Looking for where the oyster makes its pearls
Bags in, so we’ll make it around the world
Common decency consists of prayer
Hands together waiting till we’re there
Well I ain’t got no home
And all the friends I know
Are packed and heading stacked to Francisco
Well I ain’t got no coat
All I’ve got’s my hat
And an outdated treasure map
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>Mac: Oh baby
If I had the words to express myself, I wouldn’t have much to say
I said I love you baby oh I love you baby but I might just change my mind
Oh how time flies by
I ain’t got no home
I feel so alone
But it don’t bother me, I’ll stay in the middle class my friend
It’ll be alright, it’ll be in sight
Mesa mesa mesa
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>Mark: Finding a singing war bomb on the bridge
Well if I could diffuse our last chance I could say it’s not worth it
Sinking in dirty water like a concrete pedestrian
I’m so far from home, I’m safe here
Mesa mesa mesa
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Pasta
04:50
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As if a scattered amount of paper is enough for me to fall back on my organizational habits
I would rather rely on my bracketed shelving systems, it keeps my books up when I fear they’re falling
Laws of gravity dropping time, can’t find a purpose for salvaging my mind
Just keep reading on, you’ll find it’s a pleasant song about clouds and towns and oil leaks as you leave the engine running
I’d rather like the way it feels when everyone acknowledges
I’m right and probability is wrong and I am left to carry
on and on this day drags on sometimes I feel like I’ll go from job
to home and then I find myself engulfed inside a great big bowl of
p-p-p-p-pasta
Plastered to the road, I’m a crossing armadillo hoping that the sun won’t come too close
To my hardened shell of bone and hope and sheath against the sun
I flip to the last page of our manual and I could save some time if I just skip to the middle
I just keep fumblin’ on, it’s like we never saw the sun go up into flames to leave us all to freeze
I never liked the weather much whenever it won’t correspond with me
I’m cold I’m oh so cold
Oh God it’s me I’m cold, my days grew old, now you’ll find me shivering to the bone
When I have nothing but my knife to slice and sleep inside my
t-t-t-t-tauntaun
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The Pursuit of Babbiness
02:45
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Don’t sweat, it makes your lips taste like plastic vinegar and saltine chips and
I for one don’t like the taste of other boys, and I’ll profess our conversation’s getting
Too grotesque, if your water tastes like urine then your man can sweat if that’s not why you call me when I
taste the best but I swear you always look like heaven to me
Don’t drink because drinking is only thinking about something other than what you should be
And I’m as wasteful as your analogies between a metaphor and a simile
But this is new to me, if people plan to pursue polygamy perhaps our patient pleasures could be
possibly the way to pave our paths into heaven
And I’ve just been waiting for the right time to tell you (Fuck you)
But you’re just too good at giving me a look that’s screaming out (I love you)
Your skin’s tantalizing, your forehead is crying, my hands just want to (touch you)
But my hands are too nice and don’t match with my mind and I’ll end up just…
I’ll say it’s safe to say that saying’s only safe if you’re not saying a thing
But I would like to safely say how much I love you
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Pens
03:50
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What can a blue pen do?
Whatever it is that makes a blue pen blue
And I don’t know all the things that you’re gonna do
Whatever it is it’ll make us new
What can a used book do?
It can save you a dollar and make a used book new
And I don’t know all the things that you’ve gone through
Whatever it is that made you you
chorus:
For all the dollars and the blue ink wasted, used up, or gone away
My dollars disappear but my blue ink belongs to you
(Belongs to you)
What can scissors do?
They can take a piece of paper and turn it into two
And I don’t know all the piles you’ve gone through
What can one star do?
It can fall so far it makes a wish come true
And I don’t know who’s giving wish to you
Whoever it is it’ll come to you
[chorus]
What can one song do?
It can touch a million or it can touch a few
And I don’t know if this song touches you
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Llama Vac
03:43
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Eventually, you’ll come back to me
But for now I don’t know what to say, but I better say something
Because she’s looking for a response right now and currently you’re saying nothing
But as for now, I’ve noticed that it seems
I’ve noticed she’s taking form in the magazines
And she screams
And I scream and you scream, we all scream for pipe dreams
chorus:
Ooooooh oooh, Oooh ooh ooh
Ooooooh oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Bop bop ba daa da daa, da daa da daa
You’re persistently, throwing facts at me
I never knew reasoning could come so viciously
And you’ll cry
And I’ll sit here patiently waiting for you to get hit by, reality
I never noticed that this sucked until you’re stabbing me
And you write me these letters knowing that I hate exclamation points because it leaves it open for way too many interpretations
[chorus]
And you’re on top of me, and not stopping me
I never knew your dignity could come so simply
And my hands, and your legs, and your arms are like pegs
Now balance and balance and balance
I’ll smoke cigarettes, and you’ll eat your cake
And we can both have our best after we’ve been disgraced
But this catastrophe, turns into blaspheme
And I don’t believe that you’re a regular churchgoer
[chorus] (x2)
Your frequent shopping sprees will never set you free
And the more that I tell you you’ll get mad at me
And I hate your face, all your clothes at my place
You should get them soon before I lose them in the fire place
’Cause jealousy is so besides to me
You should get a job and stop yelling at me
Because I hate your voice and your cinema choices
You should wait in line and wake me up when it’s over
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Well I severed my ties with my enemies and friends
They say bye, so long, farewell
And reply to hostility with stacks of utilities
Friend of mine, calm down
But never once have I questioned your sensitivity
Roll me a joint, I feel like I could be heavy head, with brie
And for all we can contort, our bodies resort to all of which we see
But send me your knowledge with mentions of love
Well read me your six strings, I’ll play you my words and we’ll sing in harmony
But it’s when the song starts that it touches my heart with all that your song brings
But read me your knowledge with wisdom on mind
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Roommates and Lovers
04:34
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You say your life is filled with registers
But you need the cash
You say it’s what you’ve always wanted
But the truth is what you stash
And you kiss my neck
And quickly found regret isn’t far from where you wanna be
Gallantly lied away your dignity
But I still find myself weak
When the crowd is gone then you sit on my knee
And I hear your voice, it’s trembling
When our situation’s brought into matter
And it’s well aware you’re better off without simple pleasures
Roommates and lovers find themselves back to the place they started from
And simple, short division finds me a carried three above you two
And you kiss his face and I’ll find myself
And your lips taste like all the boys in this place
And I’ll lie and say that you’ll do as you’ll do
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