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Decatur Street
02:49
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How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
I fuck and I fight
I fuck and I fight
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me tear down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me burn down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me shake my ass on your private property.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
I know that it’s mine
I know that it’s mine
I know that it’s mine, so I fuck and I fight.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me tear down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me burn down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me shake my ass on your private property.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
How do make your body work?
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
I fuck and I fight
I fuck and I fight
I fuck and I fight so I know that it’s mine.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me tear down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me burn down your private property.
No, you can’t.
Just watch me shake my ass on your former property.
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2. |
The Space Between
02:54
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I hear the clicking of dancing jesus
It sounds like a clock
Marking the passing of my generation
Pelvic thrust after pelvic thrust
Pushing us to the edge
Is dancing Jesus Elvis in disguise?
Most people can’t be rich
So we fake it just a bit
But the act draws our attention
To the space between
the facade and our lived reality
In this world, there used to be a place for irony
Staring at a static screen
Trying to find the shapes
Maybe a face or maybe a landscape?
It almost comes into view before it falls away again
A scatter of dots, was it real or not? Was it real or not?
Most people can’t be rich
So we fake it just a bit
Nothing crazy, just a white lie
To make life a better fit
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3. |
Standing in Place
02:12
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Sometimes each post just feels like a confessional booth
But who’s the god that you’re confessing to?
Running around checking all the boxes, acting like you’re being watched,
Even when you know no one’s watching but a bot
I found my freedom in invisibility
And no one’s gonna take it back from me
They built a luxury of simple opacity
And the wealth it takes to build walls behind which you cannot be seen
No, that’s not for me. I refuse to be seen without seeing who's seeing me
Without seeing who’s seeing me
I said I refuse to be seen
I said I refuse, I said…
I found my freedom in invisibility
And no one’s gonna take it back from me
They made a big bang to distract us from the game
To make us forget we could just stand in place
And refuse to play their game
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Market Cap
01:30
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Bossman is teaching me about corporate strategy
Growth and margins, get a piece, oh daddy, I want equity
Tell me how much of this money do I get to keep?
Working hard for that market cap
But we don’t get that money back
I’m raising perceived value,
igniting blue flame thinking,
I’m telling a compelling story,
Gonna move that inventory
Tell me how much of this money do I get to keep?
Working hard for that market cap
But we don’t get that money back
This product appeals to the heart.
That product appeals to the mind.
This product has sex appeal
and value. What a deal!
Forget your basic humanity
And that these products offer nothing you need.
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Sometimes I look around and i don’t know what’s going on
Feels like the world is at the mercy of a psycho mob
Oh, I always believed
That there was someone out there
That knew better than me, but...
What if the people are stupid?
What if they don’t know what they need?
What if the people are stupid like you and me?
The truth is sometimes we all believe in stupid things
The problem is when we believe those things with certainty
Oh, I always believed
That there was someone out there
That knew better than me, but...
What if the people are stupid?
What if they don’t know what they mean?
What if the people are stupid like you and me?
Himbos and bimbos to the front
Be proud of what you don’t know
There’s beauty in humility
And a good skincare routine.
Oh, I always believed
That there was someone out there
That knew better than me, but…
What if the people are stupid?
What if they don’t know what they mean?
What if the people are stupid like you and me?
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6. |
Aidos
01:45
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His heavy eyelids guard the stare
The look of a lover that leaves me bare-
naked in need. What else can I be when he looks at me?
Friday night, we are fighting
The next day, you ask to marry me
Maybe if we keep going we can always be this wild and free
His heavy eyelids guard the stare
The look of a lover that leaves me bare-
naked in need. What else can I be when he looks at me?
Not here and now
Not there or then
I wanna live forever within the tension
That space between i love and i love you too
A glance at you
Bounces back at me
And creates a current in between
It opens up a space where i can finally see all my wildest dreams
Desire is a moment with no way out
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7. |
Candles During the Day
02:41
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Only glimpsed at night you can miss the signs
So I’m lighting candles during the day
Our eyes in the shade pass right by
The curls of black smoke only sun can evoke
That’s why I’m lighting candles during the day
We never think of the might
Of providers of light
as they slowly drip away
Or of the heat that they contain
So I’m lighting candles during the day
So I can see the smoke behind the flame
There’s one thing I learned from a girl called Joan
If you’re gonna burn, you should make ‘em watch
Force them to see in the full light of day
What it takes away to provide the flame
We are all burning
Longing to be seen
That’s why I’m lighting candles during the day
So I can see the smoke behind the flame
Lighting candles during the day
So I can see the smoke behind the flame…
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8. |
The Mountain
03:01
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When you’re small
It’s hard not to look up at those that are tall
They look like mountains
I wanna go there
Wanna breathe that rarified air
High above the trees
Looking down on everything
Sometimes I fall down and
I can’t get up. I look up.
I see the mountain before me
Looming, excluding me.
One mistake shouldn’t break my heart
Shouldn’t make this all fall apart
Perfection feels like a peak,
a single solitary place
Far from where we base,
far from where we base our lives
It’s a view you can look down from,
convinced you know where everything belongs
It creates false gods.
It takes reality and flattens it, and makes real
an ideal that was before just a dream
It’s easy to judge others when they’re far away
Distance makes them small,
just be careful if you don’t slip and fall.
I fucking hate that place,
The illusion of a diseased brain.
I want a peak that’s everywhere for everyone.
I want one million perfections
Each one with a thousand facets
Like glittering sea of princess cut diamonds
Sloshing and shimmering before me
And threatening to swallow me.
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9. |
Repetition
01:30
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Words have power
I repeat these lines
Each iteration
A discursive rhyme
Never forget that it is never the same
A child learns letters
By tracing their outline
Sign your name, sign your name
Sign your name
Never forget that you are human
It’s repetition
But not quite the same
Tell me
is how things change?
What do you mean
And do you mean it?
What do you mean
And do you mean it?
What do you mean
And do you mean it?
What do you mean
And do you mean it?
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10. |
Hourglass
02:13
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My feelings, a mass of sand
An unwieldy thing, no face, no hands
Always creeping across the land
It seeps out of boxes
I build to contain it
Only glass, feelings forged in fire, can hold it
These memories mold me
In the shape of an hourglass
Both woman and the ethereal
A moment, always slipping away
A container that does not contain
It seeps out of boxes
I build to contain it
Only glass, feelings forged in fire, can hold it
The past fills up
The future thins
She accepts there’s nothing left to win
On the other side of this moment
It seeps out of boxes
I build to contain it
Only glass, feelings forged in fire, can hold it
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11. |
When the Credits Roll
01:29
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And when the credits roll, that’s the end.
A faded vision of armageddon.
Obscures the truth that nothing less than everything is new
There is no alternative became a self-fulfilling prophecy
When you see through everyone, who’s left to believe?
And when the credits roll, that’s the end.
A faded vision of armageddon.
Obscures the truth that nothing less than everything is new
If Kurt was a homily for the end of history
Why am I still haunted by this sense of what could be?
And when the credits roll, that’s the end.
A faded vision of armageddon.
Obscures the truth that nothing less than everything is new
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