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South Philly Sixers Alien
Instagram photos are taken
But there's a poster in the window up next to him
that you crop out of the picture cuz you think it's stupid;
it says "Back the Blue"
but you think one three one two
There's a lot of things you like
that actually suck;
it's alright to appreciate
the parts that do not
So keep taking pictures of the alien;
it's okay to pretend that he is not a cop.
If we only could enjoy the perfect,
there'd be so much simple joy that we left to rot
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Trichotillomaniac
01:42
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I'm all wet, and I regret putting on any mascara
When I’m crying, I’m not lying
When I say it makes me wanna
Rip my hair out, freak the squares out
When they see me gnawing on my knuckles
Then they chuckle, and say that girl’s such a fucking weirdo
"She does it for attention,"
"She’s just a little strange,"
How many times do I have to explain to you
It’s not an act
In fact,
I’m a trichotillomaniac
Guess who’s been sitting in the shower
For an hour with a razor and the water’s
Only gonna get way colder, honey
Freezing as I’m tweezing in the mirror,
Never nearer to the goal of
Ever having any motherfucking c-c-control
"She needs to try some medication,"
"Don’t think she’ll ever change," I say
God damn, it feels good to keep that monkey
On my back
In fact,
I’m a trichotillomaniac
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Bloom Off the Rose
02:39
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The bloom is off the
The bloom is off the rose
The helicopter
Is flying far too close
I made the money
But I got greedy
And now the heat is
Closing on me
I could’ve kept my
Head down and made out
Played once and paid out
I made it my thing
Making my mistress manage the mill
Sniffing percentage out from the till
Taking a taste of pearl from the top
Promised the boss but I can't stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop...
Secrets are rising
Rising up from the grave
Seasons are changing
We realized too late
I made the money
But I got greedy
And now the heat is
Closing on me
I could’ve kept my
Head down and made out
Played once and paid out
I made it my thing
Making my mistress manage the mill
Sniffing percentage out from the till
Taking a taste of pearl from the top
Promised the boss but I can't stop
Stop, stop, stop, stop...
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A miracle of modern silence
on acts of ev'ryday vi'lence
But once in a blue moon,
the band plays a true tune
A miracle that we're just chilling
while our planes are out killing
You'll never find out who,
unless they get our guy too
Do you think these people had names?
Do you think they're piles of dirt?
Do you think that you can live like this,
and nobody'd get hurt?
Do you think you've obligations
to no one outside your home?
Do you think about the piles of skulls
that constitute the throne?
A miracle that we're still talking
while the vigils are out walking
One day, they'll get their peace
we'll smash the throne into debris
we'll smash the throne into debris
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Oh Clarissa
01:50
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Oh, Clarissa
I should have guessed
By all the many texts composed to you
From underneath my desk
None of the boys
Here in this school
Get me like you do
Up past midnight
Chatting away
Your sexy little voice tells me what I wanna hear you say
You tell me I’m cute
I tell you you’re cute too
And I really like you
Baby, Clarissa, I’d do everything with you
Stand beside you in our prom portrait too
Cradle you real close
‘Neath the disco ball
There ain’t nothin they can say
The whole dance floor melts away
That was a time
So long ago now
And we haven’t been as close as
We had been then for a while
But my darling Clarissa
I still want to kiss you,
I still want to kiss you
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6. |
Maybe Next Week
01:53
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City cost of living for the suburb life.
Total isolation from the friends I've known.
Socializing like with a dog, kids, and a wife.
Rebuffed all the kindness that I was shown,
to stay alone. Never leave the
home for more than just an hour at a time.
Will I use that time at home? I have my doubts.
Felt stressed out if I was made to spend a dime.
Could easily afford it but ruled it out.
Sorry, busy. Maybe next week.
Sorry, busy. Maybe next week.
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Vanity
02:42
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Sometimes when I catch my
Reflection in the mirror
I ask myself now just what
Business do I have
Looking so damn great?
And other times I catch my
Reflection in the mirror
And I notice a new wrinkle
Or a burst vein
And I stay inside all day
Oh why does my anatomy
Have to ride this false dichotomy?
The glass distorts all that I see
Most of the time it seems that I
Just never was meant to be happy
This is the place I come to cry most
Right here in my room
I sit here on the floor for hours til I
Forget what I’m doing
And it won’t amount to much
I just blew another hundred bucks on shit that I don’t need
With anti-aging guarantees
In the many times I catch my
Reflection in the mirror
I am disfigured and distorted
And it’s so much
That a girl could fucking drown
And no matter how close I get
The image isn’t clearer
This is the stone I must push uphill
Maybe always
Just to watch it fall back down
Oh why does every waking second
Have to be photo perfect, I
Feel the pressure to comply
And all I do is try and try and
Die a little more on the inside
This is the place I come to cry most
Right here in my room
I sit here on the floor for hours til I
Forget what I’m doing
And it won’t amount to much
I just blew another hundred bucks on shit that I don’t need
For my altar to saint Vanity
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Ringpop
01:35
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There’s nothing I’d love more than feeling
Your thighs wrapping round my ears
The world’s most exquisite headphones
I can barely hear your soft moans
And I’ll get to lay back and let you
Do all that you want to me
Princess of the pillow kingdom
Girl, I’ll let you eat my ring pop
Skin to skin
Taste my sin
I wipe my chin
Now let me sink in, oh, let me sink in
Now let me sink in, oh, let me sink in
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Indigent Burial Fund
02:59
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The ladies in the gymnasium work sev'ral days
just baking cookies to throw out, and they've
been dodgy when questioned why so many of the vagrants die
that necessitates a bake sale for their graves
Harvest! Indigent Burial Fund
Where are all the bodies coming from?
Got the feeling that you're being watched?
You want answers? Come on down to the Lodge.
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Blackout Detective
02:18
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Yeah,
I see the cracks on your red and bloating face
Yeah,
I see you've totally crashed the place
Now you wanna be taken seriously,
but you're just a drunk disgrace
Hey,
did you lose your badge and gun?
Hey,
is the killer on the run?
Can you get away with staying this bad
if you say "sorry; I was drunk"?
There's a broken phone and a pissed-off friend;
let's see how you detect
There's a trail of pain leading up you,
can you find the prime suspect?
Well,
in the room there's a broke lightbulb
Well,
you open your wallet without a word
You're so used to bumping into everything, you didn't
ask whose fault it was
There's a broken thumb and some pissed-in pants;
let's see how you detect
There's a trail of shame leading up to you,
can you find the prime suspect?
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11. |
Coin of the Realm
01:54
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Going out traveling in a unknown land,
didn't know what I should say
Tried communicating but everyone
spoke in a foreign way
Wanted to fit in
but I just drew looks
everyone had read,
it seems, from the same book
Make sure that you carry the coin of the realm
Don't get caught unprepared, or else get overwhelmed
Make sure that you carry the coin of the realm
Just repeat some slogans, or else get overwhelmed
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Landmarks
01:57
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I would live it again
All the dumbass trouble we ever got in
The nights we spent heavy and hot
In the mall overflow parking lot; we’re not
What we need but what we’ve got
I’m glad I finally called your bluff
Oh lord, oh lord, the tension was enough
Waited all my teenage years
To see your eyes tell me, "Come here, my dear"
Your intentions were so clear
I loved you bestest
So sad I messed this
How could I be so senseless?
Of men you were the gentlest, so
Take the long way to your mom’s
Stop to see me before you go back home
How more perfect can you get
When you’re best friends with benefits, oh shit
You’re something I just cannot quit
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13. |
No-Life Low-Life
03:56
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No-life, low-life, do-nothing depressive deadbeat
No-show, no-go, solo, stoned in a bedroom
Uptight, upright, upon going to workplace,
Downcast, downtrod, downtown, down in a basement
Looked like an ordinary man,
and he always was polite
when turning down your plans.
No, he preferred a quiet night.
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Creature
01:11
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The TV’s full of snow, why the
Hell’s the floor so cold?
The hatred thrums so low
You can’t see but you can feel it, feel it
The fence is all banged up
My mouth is full of blood, I
Don’t matter as much
To you, to you, yeah, yeah
You laugh a little different now
And your eyes a little sad
Were the times you terrified me just Mondays and Sundays
Or were they really that bad?
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