1. |
Dada
04:04
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I want to move somewhere cold
Want to suffer when I'm old
Diabetic fog in a cataract cloud
Keep me hungry
I’ll birth abstract emotive extractions
To be quaffed by the connoisseurs of future taste
I will be unique, single, solitary, and exclusive
18 year-olds will study me at community college
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Life imitates art imitating what?
Can’t finish a sentence
Can’t finish a drink
At 2 a.m. can’t help what I think
Atheistic, pessimistic, nihilistic, indignant and willfully ignorant
Surrounding and mounding, I’d rather not know what exists
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Life imitates art imitating what
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Now I just want both kidneys to
Does transformation look like this?
Then why do I still feel like shit?
Dada Dada Dada
A taste of this, a taste of that, and
all I have is this and that
Dada
I wanna feel nothing new
Turn my muscles into goo
Give me a simpleton’s mind and a calculator heart
That's called stasis
I dream of nothin’ but wheat and raisins
No scandal and nothing flagrant
I will live asleep if I don’t have to think about danger
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Life imitates art imitating what
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Now I just want both kidneys to function
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Now I just want both kidneys to function
Artistic living seemed so romantic
Wished I could be Marcel Duchamp
Barium sulfate, iodine contrast
Life imitates art imitating what?
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2. |
Navel-Gazer’s Lament
05:42
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Turn the lock in the key
Fleshy fingers, metal strings
How come every time I drink
I sort of feel like crying?
Something borrowed, something blue
Something ugly inside you and me
Broken verse, post-it notes
It's time I got to know myself
Meditation, hold my breath
Yoga poses as I wait for death!
Glass half-empty and I ate the glass
Need to lighten up and get off my couch
Turn the lock in the key
Fleshy fingers, metal strings
How come every time I drink
I sort of feel like crying?
Something borrowed, something blue
Something ugly inside you and me
Broken verse, post-it notes
It's time I got to know myself
Out of body, crash into the ceiling
Journal entries always start the same
My open book burns down the entire library
Inverse relationship between wisdom and age
Turn the lock in the key
Fleshy fingers, metal strings
How come every time I drink
I sort of feel like crying?
Something borrowed, something blue
Something ugly inside you and me
Broken verse, post-it notes
It's time I got to know myself
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3. |
Onion
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4. |
Trains and Pigeons
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5. |
Sylvia’s Song (Never Think of You)
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6. |
Plastic Jesuses -OR- Simple Times, I Miss You
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