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Intro
01:45
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OBEY THE SIMULACRA
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Mountain Dew, No Ice
02:41
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awkward at the function
consulting my phone as a best friend
subjective entertainment
is so much better than a girlfriend
because heaven and hell just got married
and i heard they're already separating
so why even try?
if the pitchfork keeps on winning
i say something like "let's go back to your place"
and you say something like "let's put on Loveless
and change our clothes into something
a little more health goth tonight"
sick and supine inside the Rothko Room
you pull me close, i return to the womb
i know that your touch is just a safety net
but i hold myself captive and i wish for the best
because too many days and too many nights
i spent passed out naked
thinking about the new headlights
in the front of your yard
was it someone new?
did you ever stop drinking all that
mountain dew, no ice?
after one too many down at La Cantina
i take my shirt off and think i'm Joe Palooka
and all the other kids they point and chant,
"look at the fool who went and ripped his pants"
i know i shouldn't mope around, i shouldn't curse
but my car looks like a hearse
because jogging three or four miles a day
is just a tired old stupid American cliche
(dat hook)
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November Gameday
04:18
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(the last days of 3rd & W.)
i'm going back to 2013
atop the bleachers
our boots carried whiskey
we made snow angels outside of Morrill
we shouted obscene things down at the official
you sobbed in your sorority's basement
while all the kids yelled, "more beats per minute!"
we laughed it off with a game of dirty santa
and we watched Seinfeld and we ordered some pizza
but now you can't stop checking e-mail
i know you're busy baby but you really should
try and cut it out
and i'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour
and i'll be there for you like i've been there before
how did we get so old? I don't know
and I don't think I even really flippin' care
just put down your phone, look me in the eyes
say what you need to say
like a cold
november gameday
on the eve of our anniversary
we watched the towers fall down in a documentary
we held each other with such magnetic strain
that the tv screen burst into amber waves of grain
we saw the art kids cover Talking Heads
down at College Bar where drinks are for kids
I wanted to stay but you wanted to go
maybe this house isn't such a beautiful home
(dat hook)
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i'm a self-referential mess
could you tell from my previous release?
it's kind of hard being open, express emotion
in a world with Taxicab Confessions
Construct this cage, then feel left out
rendered null and void
foot-in-mouth disease
has come to dominate my speech
i wanna feel the glow of the christmas lights
when we're sitting on your porch during winter time
i wanna hear the pain in a forced laugh
when you make those jokes about your dad
i wanna put away the wizard's wand
and surrender all of my tricks and charms
i'm gonna say what it is i'm thinking
without the slightest bit of winking
tonight
go ahead and quit your typing
the text is foolish, there's no use trying
it's kind of easy when you sign off
you cut your hands off then bleed out the Microsoft
sew them back on and breed the new flesh
beat them black and blue
make-a-wish foundation
is a good first step toward connection
(dat scream)
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("Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss")
cellphone, i need you. it ain't the same when you're not around
greta, i miss you. is graduate school finally working out?
zachary, come home. the Giants suck and the city's dirty
eric von vetter, how's UNT? do you find it better than
sitting in my bedroom singing of old times or
sake bombs at the house show in the middle of july?
back home again
old friends at the inn
brendon, let's drink. i'm pretty bored and i finished reading.
ID Network, keep the stories coming. I think murder is lovely.
ashley, please know. i'm thinkin' of you, i hope your future prospers
doc walk, you taught me so much cool shit and i appreciate it
i can write pretty well for an American
ixnay the fireworks. i'm goin' in barehanded
old friends again
old friends at the inn
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playing battlefront one
the days when blink broke up
riding bikes to football practice
I'd burn a mix for all of my crushes
but now i'm mansplaining in Grant's basement
fumbling through eternal recurrence
and the cycles they ain't too rewarding
class to bar bar to bed and self-loathing
do you remember when we fell into the grass?
under the lights of Frost Bank
all dressed up in madras
you pulled me close and let down your gold hair
said, "hey, I'll be your everywhere"
it all started with the Accutane
aborted self at age 15
I could have listened to the doctors' caveats
instead I opted for the face of a diplomat
but now I'm stuck behind the turntable mixer
laughing at requests to play Pitbull's "Timber"
safe in here from all the stupid questions
I hate this cage, it's the worst, but it's addicting
(dat hook)
Tuesday night drunk at Fuzzy's again
just thinking about you
how your new life's been
all I can say is that I miss you a lot
Oh I know it's sentimental
but at least it's from the heart
(dat hook)
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7. |
Razed
03:56
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I. The Fall
getting laughed at by Shlohmo
at an all ages pretentious dj show
it was something of my own personal hell
the promise of my nikes turned out hard to sell
II.The Cage
winter soon fell upon the student union
bringing snow and lots of "yeah, let's hang soon's"
the dj booth, like a mother's womb,
provided warmth and a safe space to bloom
III. The Moral
when you live your life in a cage
you'll never feel the sting of being human
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