1. |
Parasite
03:55
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As a kid,
In any room,
I’d guess who
Wasn’t made to make it.
It was easy to see what’d break them.
All flashing, fleshy beacons.
Maybe a crash, parasite or duel…
Would take you and I knew.
But you were built for this weren’t you?
It was easy.
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2. |
Pouring
05:29
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We wore nothing
Facing water.
This is a dream;
You’re sure as ever.
But stones still worry feet.
The water’s so cold.
Is this living that’s flowing from you,
Turned back to see us, lithe and breathing?
The world’s grit on us..
Delicate scholar stepping.
How nice.
What’s pouring from him?
It looks just like us.
We are
Mud together,
Sunrise
And weather.
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3. |
Foxhole
04:27
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We’ll just laugh at them as they run on by.
No concern or regard.
We are the best of the best.
Did you hear that coming through the trees?
They’ve trained me for this.
Don’t you worry, kid.
I’ve got your six.
Foxhole in the rain:
Don’t you dare move a muscle
Or you’ll compromise everything we had at stake.
Did you hear that running through the trees?
I’ll write my final address.
Dear Mother, how have you been?
I’m starting to like it here, but I surely miss home.
I’m starting to make a difference.
Sincerely.
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4. |
Anthony
02:34
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O Anthony,
You’re killing me
On whether or not
I should stay
Or flee.
O Anthony,
Why can’t you see
That I am
Finally complete?
So board it up
And tell all your friends
That it is
The hurricane season.
O Anthony,
Why can’t you see?
O Anthony,
You’re killing me.
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5. |
Portal
02:44
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What has this world come to?
Am I not good enough for the both of you?
I know, I know, I know, I know,
I am.
I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try to pretend.
Welcome back to reality of my final fantasy in the seventh degree.
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6. |
Claim
01:53
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Let’s just get this record straight.
We’ve come to take what’s finally ours.
Just tell me where to sign.
Don’t worry, we’ll cross those lines.
And I know…
Everything will fall apart.
I hope...
No one chokes on all the smoke.
So here we are: the final battle.
I’m gonna kill you and take what’s ours.
‘Cause there will be no fucking kings.
Don’t worry, man, I’ll take it easy on you.
‘Cause...
Every world needs a jester to deride.
I know...
We’ll claim what always was fucking ours.
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7. |
Clever
06:53
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In this room,
At some point,
Something was said
About someone,
And it was,
I remember,
Very clever,
But how those years have passed...
In this room,
Something was said
About someone,
But how those years have passed…
And I’m sorry,
I’m afraid
I’ve forgotten
What was said.
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8. |
45
02:34
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Let’s take a measure
To think about land,
Whose is it,
Where we stand.
Take a measure…
To know nothing’s right,
Wasn’t nothing before
That boat of white
Came crashing…
All proud infestation,
Diseased
By a long standing tradition
Of
Oppression smuggling
Its history in clothes,
Blankets, food, pale god,
Towering deception.
...Deserving of honor and grace and so much pain unpaid…
Some holy book in hand, traded false figures / left stolen, hillock tirade…
All godly, all fatherly, and white, man.
Some holy book in hand, traded false figure / left stolen, hillock tirade…
All godly, all fatherly, and white, man.
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