1. |
Dumbly
02:59
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You should take a break
from how you're looking good
Out on the street the neighborhood
Is what I wish I understood
You mind as my mind never could
So come with me and teach.
You can take control of how you're feeling
I know I did some damage but it's over now
The barbers on my favorite street say
You are the one they would like to see
A-smiling oh so giddily and dumbly
Too great are the undulations
Uppercut by excess adulation
Got no compunction
Got no remorse
Follow expectation and let all your bridges burn
She finds you all dejected on your ass and in the dirt
You're practically naked and she wears a floral skirt
Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams or prayerful words
Inconceivable is my animal
Without afternoon habitat
No patience, none at all
He's rejectable FYI
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2. |
River Phoenix
03:45
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You got the kind of voice that makes me make bad choices
I hear you in my ears and go run incurring fear I
Raze all old newspaper stands, perpetuate my ignorance
They hate you anyway so they can burn.
You got the kind of jawline people look for online
Rough like copperhead so my parents full of dread
The curtain close on casting calls you overdose on Seconal
But we all make bad choices like those.
When you die in '93
I am still an unborn thing
And your brother is a leaf
Who just last week turned 19
You are acting like you know yourself
Stacking ashes so that we can build
We can build
You did the kind of drowning my generation hounded
My girlfriend saw your last, came back kissing me so fast
Said "I'm not just feeling altruistic: Rivers' work was posthumous
And knowing you's like knowing him!"
You think I'm trying too hard, don't even know who you are
I know you're from LA cause your acting credits say
And like a fan your fiction is you'll be a great musician if
You make enough bad choices as I have
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3. |
Raid
03:48
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What's so good about me
that you had to wear a bulletproof vest?
You can be protective
You can do that when casually dressed
If you didn't swing so wild
And smack up the scene of the crime
You'd be welcome in my heart
Just knock on the door a few times.
Look at all the people
You want to introduce to my friends
Look at my supply and find
It isn't high enough for your ends
So plant whatever on me
I'm a real colonizable man
It won't be the first
But it will be the last time you can
If you so respect me, just be honest
About what you like, just be honest
About what you did last night,
At your home last night, what you did
You have done a lot in your life
That I cannot endorse
Like use the voice you have been
When you are inside of my doors
And keep me from knowing
Just who it was that I hurt
Scare my only kitten and
Take apart apartments by force
Take without permission and
Take whoever struggles to court
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4. |
Writing This
04:06
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First rule of writing this is: don't get too lovely and act spiderbit by she-of-the-mighty-hips. Don't act the solipsist or worship postmodernists there's rage to be found where you haven't stuck around so stick around.
rule 2 stock up on vitamins, it's more to admire, just some bland company's violence when your eyes are violet, so dead for your art, pour a fresh pot of snark and you kick off the thinking which thinking is off the charts.
there are so many people
who can mourn better than you can
And despair better than you can
So think twice before you do man
Cry Me A River if that's your favorite JT song then all you have to do today is catch up on all his stuff and maybe when you're done fall in love with your tongue! Go down with the hammer, up geyser of ideas!
There are so many people
who can mourn better than you can
And despair better than you can
So rethink before you do
There are so many people
Who can write better than you can
But don't let that discourage you
You just do your best in school
Break as many of the rules as you have to
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5. |
Ipanema Revisited
01:38
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A cursory description of events:
Chick from Ipanema and some dude
In different directions on the walk
Neither havin' much of attitude
But supposedly when he looks,
She can feel the nerves bending
And fears he doesn't like her she is
Ever so dependent on the fact
He is silent as a tacit contract
It's insufferable, insufferable.
Somebody heed me and my
Bad Portuguese: I feel bad
For the girl from Ipanema.
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6. |
Beneath My Skin
03:07
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My state, oh how I praise it
When you so oft deface it
I stoop with shoulder raise it
To high exalted places
You know so little of it
My cry I cast above it:
Why should I worry where I sleep?
World ain't enough again? my bones
are getting thin beneath my skin.
you make a nice one-story
Oh god! I am unworthy to
claim your bayside whiskey
To take your vine gift with me
Your lovely angel's city
My envy...
why should i worry what you think?
World ain't enough again? hate
being separate, it's all i get
there is only one thing
that makes our union:
affection for Beach Boy crooning
Food for your new day nooning
My afterhours musing
making believe I am already there getting out of the car with flowers in my hair!
Oh why should i worry where I sleep?
World ain't enough again? my bones
are getting thin beneath my skin
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7. |
Ex-Fighter
03:32
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this is where I live...
...together together ooo ooo etc.
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8. |
Afternoon
02:33
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Afternoon
It's been a minute
Since I last had you
On my roster
And I've grown up, too
Been to college
And kicked out so soon
Feels like I need you here
Someone I love
Was hurt something severe
I don't need much
Besides your speechmaking
Once untouched
But now I feel naked
And I will owe you
For the aperitifs
Tablecloths with the pictures of Dilbert
And for pianoplaying Pokemon
Later on
When we found Stephen Colbert
And for the sound of airborne baton
At the start
Of each halfmarathon of Monty Python
Afternoon
It's been minute
Since you seen my room
Guest bed mattress pad
It smells unused
Thank hell that you're here
So I am not confused
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9. |
Mama Cayenne
02:28
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Mama Cayenne,
The taste of you is all it takes
To remind me of how choosy I once was
My my you know how sorry I am
For turning you away I know
That I put you down, Mother Cayenne
I'm telling you again
My throat is bare beneath your hand,
And I will understand
make your retribution swift
you lick your lips...
Mama Cayenne
The taste of you is all I need
It reminds me of
How ignorant I was
Now I know how much that I missed
By trying to resist
Makes sense that you laughed it off
Said I was being soft.
I should have taken off
My throat is bare beneath your blade,
And I won't misbehave
Make your retribution swift.
You lick your lips...
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10. |
Dancer Crush
03:14
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Now that I can dance are you finally loving me?
Now I'm lighter on my feet are you finally noticing?
I dare your friends to find a beat on which I can't ride
(Or at least try to)
Once inanimate and dull, now earth is pounding on my skull
From the outside and the in. Are you finally noticing?
The sweat on the hardwood daily,
the intaking and exhaling just to breathe
Is easy!
I will have a crush on a dancer 'til I die.
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11. |
Every Forseeable Thing
02:27
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Every forseeable thing
I never foresaw, oh
The help that I'm needing
You sweet thing,
Me mortal, hormonal,
Above the dirt, below you
By a mile.
The detox never occurred
I padded the walls
But the aching is still there
Oh repair
Me mortal, hormonal,
The offspring of anxiety
And hunger
My friend said on the phone I was a mess
Trying to name all I could predict,
Pacing back and forth and making noise
For the floor below me and for its atheist dreams
For the entire building I make my restless feet sing.
Every smile I get
I can't forget
Every time it offers up its feast
I feed
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12. |
Acting Dapper
03:13
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When people say
You better never let her get away
It's like they think I got it in the bag
When that is something I ain't never had
This ain't a war these aren't battles now
We aren't actors acting chapters now
I can't keep acting dapper anyhow
I doubt I ever could.
When people say
You're absent minded hey are you okay?
I say hell no I got her on my mind
Makes me a zombie mostly all the time
Well they say make it happen
Don't keep thinking magically!
Then they find out it is you I am referring to
And start making apologies saying
Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was
She you were referring to...
Sorry she is somewhat untouchable
She sort of eats the world up like a lunchable
When she is famous what will you become
Other than a spouse on Wikipedia
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13. |
Butterflown
03:35
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Monitor, when I see the whites of their eyes
Somehow keep me in line
I'll accept a draw, or I'll draw blood
If that's what you need
Because it's only time to me.
Because in a few centuries
Our name will be long gone
Your house will be bought up
And your butterfly caught
Monitor, I have seen the whites of their eyes
They are buzzing like a plague
Armed and mad, mad like nothing I have assuaged
In these two decades of my life
But in a few centuries
The classics will catch up
We'll dry like flattened pulp
Dust flutter like bugs
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14. |
Zodiac
02:39
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I am a cube
Comprising a room
Oh you
It's safe to remove me now
I am...
I'm just a stone that
The builder rejected
Make no concession
For kindness
Or courtesy or lust
Just cause you move me
Doesn't mean
There's no heat within me
There's no way that any
One could relieve me
Lay with me
It's early, do not
Put on your shirt
Just yet, it's fine
to wait for an hour
for some source of power
before a shower
In 2015
The year of the green-
gray bill
Tobacco we swill and bud
But not forever
Just until summer
When you're gone forever and ever
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