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Royal Greeting (McInnis)
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Who says I need you?
There’s plenty of others you can sink your claws into
Yeah, but
Who says I love you?
There’s plenty of others you could sink your claws into
Yeah, but
Who says?
Who says I need anyone like you?
I’ll never know
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All these toys and rags
Would bubble up from the deep to the top
And I’d save them by wringing them
Over the sink
Carried on to more intense situations
Walking for two hours straight in one direction
Forcing myself to get a little more angry at work
There’s no wringing the excess
Wringing bands around my fingers
And wrists
Freaking co-workers out with my purple hands
And cause it repeats
For more, more, more, more than a day or two
Oh, when I’m asked about the list
I’m writing
I hide it and say there’s not much to do
And it’s believed
I just want to get across
That yes I’m an avid reader, buyer, patron of the lot
But only in what I first asked about
Oh, my interest will never spread a great length
Just further down the roots of what’s mentioned
And that’s when you’re deemed serious
And honestly very, very sick
And it’s believed
You’ve always believed
I want nothing to do with it anymore
And all I can think of is
How I don’t know what I want
Out of life or out of people
If others knew I would be thrown out of the steeple
Stoned quickly
Tight around the neck
But more importantly the whole boy
These rooms open to a narrow strip
Proving a crime had been committed
I’m heavily discounted
Cause in all honesty who jilts a lover?
In lieu of loathing
In lieu of loathing a friend
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She wrecks it
She necks it
Reflect and bend it
Down hallways
Past dealers of mags and rock
But she chucks her eyes forward into the stateroom
And out comes a hand, clenching them in fist
And all she can feel now is a sweat and a quiver
Down the middle of her legs
An insatiable appetite thrown up from the blood
She lies tired on the floor, as she hadn’t acted
She had retracted, held it all in
To bubble the skin and rims of the nostrils, the eyes
The nail clipping tin
Forcing back into their places, the tacks
That fell from the tips, to only crawl back
Like Legos caught under toes, she’ll reel and throw back
To look at the tacks
But really, it lasts seconds, mere seconds
Rim lined impressions on satin and silk
The skin wears the same patterns, so this stomach starts to swim
Again comes the loop, scary circle
Again comes the shadow, shiny and miniscule
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India (Harmon/McInnis)
04:49
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A nod to India
This is a nod to India
Full frame approach
Musical geniuses
Full frame approach
Musical geniuses
Maybe, maybe
Wrote my favorite texts
Maybe
Discoverers of insects
You’ve got it all
The scales that make me sick
The scales I always pick
You are to be admired
This is a nod to India
Oh so very well
You’re always in my draft if I play a game of risk
You’re always on the shelf, but never last picked
This is a nod to India
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Everything, everywhere, it goes
Down through mine eyes
Down through the skies
Down through the apple groves
Down through mine eyes
Everything, everywhere, it goes
Down through mine eyes
Down through the skies
Down through mine eyes
Down through the sky
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Two Tone Bible (Harmon)
01:51
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Two Tone Bible had his head kicked in
Cavity stayed with him to help with the pain
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Well, they tell you where to drop off the body
Stopping and standing
Stopping and standing
On dug out cars
That you now realize are all under a ditch
I had the mumps
It was like a sweat lodge in my face
And there she sat with that blood brother of mine
This hatred waved its way out
This time I would assist him
Well, this real world is broad
But narratives are specific
I go back and curse mistakes
There’s light noise, snow on the ground
They tell you where to drop off the body
Stopping and standing
On dug out cars
You realize are all under a ditch
And there she sat with that blood brother of mine
And this hatred waved its way out
This time I would assist him
And I go back and curse mistakes
Coming to you is like a basinet, coming to you for help in hard times,
Coming around the mountain in strong irons
Coming to you is like a basinet, coming to you for help in hard times,
Coming around the mountain in strong irons
He will help me with the trouble in the bath
Shallow trouble in the bath
Meadowlands in the States, shallow stakes, guarding orange tubes a half mile out
Becoming staggered
I’m training my National Self
Training that neutral, hardworking, ya know, practical self for touring newbies around the wrecks
All shower caps have been sailed
In the thick wash
Quick dry, onto the next one
So throughout the day I can feel my body wetting itself with blood
But when I pull my pants down there’s nothing there, nothing at all
Quick dry, onto the next one
Warning on the back: flammable
I drew what I’d meant by trouble in the bath
I didn’t unclench when I went through the rivers
I just kept tightening and tightening, freezing and focusing
Squinting out logs and branch arms, being tripped by them all the time
And you look back on your life
Stuck yourself
Sticking up sideways in a cowlick
And the car was deliberately keyed
And there’s a note asking please return closed circuit television to Motel 6
And then University Credit all faded the outlines
Still held down with bolts
X on the tracks
Blood on the wrecks
For quarterstone, a mile
And in walks in a style and a theme portioned for me
Again and again
Portioned insides for me again and again
This story’s all wrong again and again
But you tell it to your friends
To react, bring me back in some capacity
As if I’d stand up ecstatically to hug you
And in walks a style, a thin portion for me again and again
Portioned insides for me again and again
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Greater city, greater Portland
Just basics you need
Small stacks of stickers
Two packets open
I tried to call them
Or maybe I did in my head?
Lacking in descriptors
Dents in the metallic
Guardrail holder
You never know, you never know
Standard grade
Miserable cuntrag
In a little book
Fingerprint ink is found in your drawers, plus lotion, what have you been doing?
I’m sorry
I can’t give, this makes me laugh
Do you like it?
I’m being frank
Death Row’s sweat control
Talk about some forced entries
Puff, puff, puff this muff well
Fumes! Honey!
Sensational, well done
I don’t use pencils very often
Trim those nails
Well, play dumb!
Everything’s so forced
When you watch it over my face is too real
Poet!
I assume the look of shame
You can’t say that so writer helps
I’m never going to want to retrace my steps, just quicken up move forward
What is it with the Brits and speed?
Mark E., Johnny R., A. Partridge?
Just curious
Grit lead
Nail clippings are turning inward at last
Blood doesn’t come, but it collects
My rings are swollen
Beaten down; the pink sides of my feet
All fresh looking
Fingers would be the same, if covered in the cold
My skies are ribbons
Can’t take a ribbing
That’s just not healthy, why step outside?
Full throttle powerhouse rhythm
Almost pinprick guitar
Airbrushing everything away
Silence collects in hearts
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Baby (Harmon)
00:45
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Devil Racing (McInnis)
02:11
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Way out west
To the south, to the south
Way out west
Way out west
Will I finally be?
"What did I do?" you said.
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
My mom told me
What you have done
My mom told me
What you have done
My baby
My child
Where have you gone?
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
My mom told me
Where you have gone
My mom told me
What you have done
If you answer that door
I'll scream in your face
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
Guess who
And when that's finished
I don't know where I'll go
But I'll know that something has disappeared from the heart of it
Of all of it
Of all things to come
This anticipation was the only full
The only half
In this life
That I've ever felt!
Guess who (x13)
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Evil Clown (McInnis)
01:07
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Most Days (Harmon)
01:02
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The End (Harmon)
01:52
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It’s the end of
End of all research
Now dumbed down
Now dumbed down
I hate the burgeoning collectives of the modern age
Quaker grabs a pole for stability
As the entirety of operation gives way to give in
Liquid paper and a veneer so thin it goes down like laxatives
Now, watch you disappear as Waits says
Feel nothing until I think of you later
Same circuit, same town, same ghost, same notebook
Less people go out, few collectives all disappointing in their own way
Few ticks, less homeless
Drug facts: All microbrews, stomach flu, 12 La Roux’s, Pan Mi’s
Blooming high, horrific sticks colorful and gaudy in the middle of Main
Water’s high, bands will struggle
Can you hear the breaking of plates in your cushy neighborhood?
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