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Nothing is up there, the stars are gone
they grew wings and flew in my room
through the AC “don’t you see, this
world’s not your home” I see things
Crawling up the walls at night they
say “your mom is not your mom
your friends all lie, you’ll never live
if you deny that your butt’s a light”
Oh, I don’t wanna die
“so then don’t die”
but I can’t fly like you
Oh the strawberries in my front yard
(Andy and the Mutts guitar interlude)
The backyard is full of christmas lights
I sit in in the kitchen and stare, broken chair
they come in through the leaky window
they all talk at once they won’t shut up
“you’re a bug: open up your back, light up the sky, and die”
Oh, I don’t wanna lie
“so then don’t lie”
I’m just a guy, please be kind
Please just let me live my life
“where is this life”
I can’t die like you
Oh the strawberries in my front yard
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2. |
Lutheran Longlegs
02:34
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Martin Luther drank my blood
he sent you boats, he sent you planes,
he sent you messages through the moon,
stars, leaves, and rain. You laughed in his face
I gotta open my ears up so wide I’ve
got somebody there sending me these
good vibes, but sometimes I get too stoned
I stop listening
The eggs! The eggs!
The every time I look!
they’re a different color
all those little legs, eager
to kick little soccer balls
I don’t know why I’m so afraid
as if eight legged bugs
were my biggest problem
The protestants put an eggsac
in the corner next to our door
Andy thinks they’re our guardians
I think they’re gonna crawl all over me
(weezer synth solo + toaster oven)
My face! My face!
crawling all over my stupid head!
I spent the whole summer in my room wishing I was dead
but I’m not, as far as I know
I’ve still got kind of a long way to go
I don’t know why I’m so afraid
maybe i’ll be brave one day
maybe I’m catholic, cause catholics
wanna take a vacuum and suck up
all of these fucking eggs
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3. |
Anton Lavey
03:21
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Toss the cross down on its head
make the blood obscene
make the flesh alive and dead some
strange sexual thing
boil the bullies (mario 64 reference)
take the words they say they own
burn down the place they keep them
burn down your name and your job and your home
see the ribs, beneath my skin
see the blood run down my chin
see the horns forever more
see the monster within
paint my nails black
wear a robe, never smile
show coworkers pictures of my
pet reptile
take things too far, or just
find them where they eat
be the beast you’ve named yourself
and just take a seat
see the ribs, beneath my skin
see the blood run down my chin
see the horns forever more
ever more, I need more, I need more
than what they’ve taken from me
they’ve taken my arms away from me
they’ve taken my legs away from me
please don’t take my suffering
see the ribs, beneath my skin
see the blood red stained glass sin
see the horns forever more
I need more, I need more, I need more
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O, Deer!
03:18
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In the front seat I feel safe
but tonight I’m scatterbrained
got lost going home
“I’m just like a hermit crab
everything I do’s a stab
in the dark”
then something jumps out in front of my car
Oh deer god
Oh deer god
Oh deer
Feel like I’m in memento how did I get here
34 has a real Nolan atmosphere
I go into the trees
I stumble! It’s dark, I can’t really see
Forward, turn, in a green Subaru I see
two antlers looking back at me
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5. |
Father Burnedhands
04:11
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Father Burnedhands and I lay side by side
in a cheap motel hell’s on both our minds
Tennessee’s finally getting chilly
so I wrap myself up in his shawl
all the lights and all the voices are gone
I hear “it’s all right” we both think it’s the other,
both think it’s the other but it’s not
when I wake up he’s gone, his holy fingers
left an orange mark in their shape on the sheet
it makes me think of our lady
of Guadalupe
so I look in the eyes for me
I can’t see anything so I start the rosary
I feel better til I see the bag of cheetos
Oh I don’t want to go
I don’t think I’ve lived a bit
I can’t stand to sit and think anymore
Oh I don’t want to know
everything I’ve done all wrong
everything I knew was right it’s all gone
I pack up my things, and think that the father
stole my wallet and my keys
but I open the door and find them in the car
I drive along the Cumberland
and I see him blowing by the wind
his habit as a sail, he looks at me
and waves and smiles and
honestly I don’t get what it means
and neither does he
I don’t get what it means
and neither does he
I wish my thoughts were good
I can’t find the thing inside
all I see is all the evil in my mind
I wish my heart was good
I can feel it in my chest
I know where the things that I detest all live
Oh I wish my heart was good
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I'm a lo-life
02:10
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sometimes i think i'm as good as Brian E
but most of the time i know i'm just Moby
i've been trying find my place in between
confidence and entitlement
i don't
think
i can
i can't stop playing with my hair it's a problem
i'll just have devin shave it off i know i won't stop
i've been trying to find my place in between
the extremities on either side
i guess
i'll just
try to
eat when
i'm hungry
i'm a lo li-ife
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7. |
moon(EE)
03:49
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Some nights are poems
we fell to the grass
out in the blueberry fields
behind the house
we heard him buzz
him drip
him hum
the moon, the moon
was the poem
I can’t remember the feelings I’ve had
if I could I’d live in them like a bachelor pad
don’t think it’s right
it’s brave
it’s good
but I know that’s what I’d do
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know what I wanna feel
I don’t know when I wanna feel it
I don’t know
We kept our eyes
on the stars and moon
cat kept watch
but we never knew
we heard him sniff
ing around
he barely made a sound
but cat the cat was the poem
I wish I’d got to know him
Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know what I wanna feel
I don’t know when I wanna feel it
I don’t know
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8. |
Maria 1000
03:19
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(Mario 1000)
Maria said she dated 1000 guys
well that’s all right
we sit close under ducky lights
she shows me her tumblr page all night
I don’t think
that I like you
I don’t like you
Our shower goes cold and the water
takes me to the Clackamas Aquatic Center
my body drips and drips and drools
but yours is Oregon’s largest wave pool
(this is my favorite verse in the whole album probably)
And I don’t think that I like you
but I still listen to the mix you made me
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9. |
Bleach
04:33
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all my friends are trying to kill me
they hate how new age i'm trying to be
hippy podcasts can only go so far on their own
conversations from one side are starting to disappoint
why don't any of the cute yogis want me
they won't smile when i order their coffee
i think i might be frowning almost all of the time
maybe they can see right past my hare Krishna t-shirts
a man that had hair
growing out the side of his face
tried to talk to me
about the stop lights here
i didn't return the conversation
i practice condemnation
just about once a day
what would Shakyamuni say
if he saw the phony shit
that i write on my t-shirts
is there anyone in the whole world
who'll laugh at my jokes
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10. |
We'll make some coffee
03:44
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Shawn's fucking it all up
no one
likes dub as much as you do
that swell makes me roll my eyes
Come upstairs we'll make some
coffee
It's Such a Beautiful Day
i guess i'm glad i came
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The Bug Mother Oregon City, Oregon
(a fairy from the forest) i was born a pine needle, but now I'm a man.
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