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The Countess
02:25
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Robots found Lake Superior under
water ice on Mars, a dusty frost
melting into liquid brine. Lately
you’ve been looking into the blue,
but I don’t care
for red light on red walls, red America
under red clouds, rusty ground
growing russet grass.
Triple the pressure.
Now I wake
to water on the bedside. Fingerprints
in condensation as the ice melts,
rain down to pool on the stand.
They've cut the pipeline just in time,
but California’s still on fire
as I turn over.
Each day I feel us spinning
closer to the sun.
In the doctor’s office, a model
of a molar sits precariously
over my head until I feel a sudden absence
in the air around me,
like the moment after a static shock. Rocketship
countdown to the end of the world
is sounding more like the phone ringing
or someone knocking on my door.
One, two three four
Four, three, two, one.
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2. |
Bad Feeling
01:54
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Not on solid ground (ground, ground)
Too much chaos around (round, round)
I don't want to be found (found, found)
Unless you come to me now (now, now)
Bad feeling
Get up off of me
Get up off of me
Name your price
Numb and cold, cold and numb
Hey bad feeling here you come
Cuz standing there in my shoes
Is the me with devilish views
Pour another glass of neglect
From me to my mindset
Leave me to my inescapable tomb
Bad feelings' familiar womb
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3. |
Etsy Guillotine
01:52
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Incoming alert:
All-purpose anomaly
Another fever-dream footnote
Talking around toxicology,
Buried in a brand-new pack
Of my evergreen apologies
… or better yet?
As we regret to inform you
Elvis has left the altar.
Either/or:
Over time, over worked, or out.
Honesty, after all this?
Still swimming in miles
Of mild carcinogens
My Etsy guilloitie
Was built in quarantine
I’m making lemonade
You gotta when you work from home
Oh the familiar fear of clocking in again!
As silence seeps under my skin.
I keep quietly collecting
Every near-death experience,
A preview for post-mortem
Too bad there’s no dying
On company time
Too bad there’s no crying on
On company dime
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Don’t you think it’s funny how
Our voices are so loud
Even six feet far away
And now everybody knows
Economics and some prose
And we all have things to say
Well I don’t know where everybody goes
If everybody’s staying in one place
And I want to sacrifice all you
For peace and quiet in the end of days
Whoa
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Gut crutches. Where are my gut crutches? I need gut crutches.
Birds go south. World goes brown.
I’m spirit dead
Shit out of luck
Fear on a buck
But really it’s okay.
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6. |
My Life is Simple!!
00:45
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My life is simple, my life is simple
I watch the TV
I love/hate my family
My life is simple, my life is simple
I work the steel mill
I watch the Eagles
My life is simple, my life is simple
I pay my taxes
I hate your accent
My life is simple, my life is simple
I never met you, but I resent you
I never met you, but I resent you
I never met you, but I detest you
(Say your prayers, go to bed, then you do it all again.)
My life! My life!
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7. |
Just Friends
01:39
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I’m done fucking with strangers
I just want to fuck friends.
We’re just a bunch of people who want some play
And play’s all it is in the end.
Now you know I love you regardless
The vibes and the gabs are enough
But if you ever want to blow off some steam
I think we’d have fun if we fucked (just saying)
The apps make me feel like an asshole
I can’t flirt through this machine
I can’t find the trust to try and link
And that danger’s not in my kink
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8. |
Justice for Train Daddy
02:01
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(Instrumental)
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9. |
Music is Stupid!!
00:47
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Music is stupid.
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Every song that goes like this
Is written by a piece of shit
That wants to make you feel for them
While grooming fans to specs for bed
And if you really wanna feel it
You know you gotta scream it
I don’t want to get too close to you
But I want to feel your devotion
Only sharing what I want with you
But I want to own your emotions
Woo-hooo
Every song that goes like this
Is written by a piece of shit
That never loves you quite enough
But still needs you to give a fuck.
And if you really wanna feel it
You know you gotta scream it
Yeah, if you really fuckin’ feel it
You know you gotta scream it.
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11. |
Alexa, Kill Jeff Bezos
02:29
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Dead Animal Smell Remover
Shrek DVDs 1 & 2
Digestive cookies, a Keurig machine
Alexa, kill Jeff Bezos
Memoir on being transgender
Latin Nativity set
40 K-cups for the Keurig machine
Alexa, kill Jeff Bezos.
I want it
They got it
They ship it for free
I want it
They got it
They got me
PVC-Free Shower Curtain
Most of a first aid kit
A three-count of Dove brand chocolate bunnies
Alexa, kill Jeff Bezos
CBD treats for a puppy
32-ounce HydroFlask
And Lin-Manuel Miranda’s unauthorized bio
Alexa, kill Jeff Bezos
I want it
They got it
They ship it for free
I want it
They got it
They got me
You gotta when you work from home
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12. |
Go-Go Cute
01:32
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Nancy used to dance every night
Till her friends and mother said “Get a life.”
So she got hitched to some Wall Street guy,
Spent ten years crying till she said “Goodbye.”
Better than any FiDi deal
Is that junky vinyl feel
While everyone dies to make a buck
Nancy lives to give no fucks
And that’s what makes her so so so
So cute
While the world grows up she straps on her go-go boots
That’s what makes her so so so
So cute
They can bitch all day, she’ll dance in those go-go boots
Go, go!
So so cute in her pain
Go-go Nancy came dancing
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13. |
Body
00:54
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Don’t know who’s looking back at me
My doctor says I’m just a freak
My parents say I’m just perverted
Guess I just don’t deserve my peace
I don’t want to be in this body.
They put me in conversion therapy
Tried to pray the gay out of me
I didn’t get anything but PTSD
Now I know God’s my biggest enemy
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14. |
Home of the Plague
02:44
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How dare you be ungrateful for the sins that we’ve committed;
For the sacrifice we made for you without express permission?
How dare you point your fingers at the state of things today?
How dare you cite statistics like I’m personally to blame?
But the kids are alright.
Yeah, the kids should be happy.
I can’t stand to see them wasting away
In the land of the free
And the home of the plague.
No I can’t wait till it’s all over; no I can’t wait to get a trim.
No, I can’t wait till Marky makes this mess an Oscar-winning film.
No, I can’t wait till we’re all heroes just for trying to survive.
No, I can’t wait to have nostalgia for the ways that people died.
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If we go high,
They go low.
If they go low,
Let’s burn the motherfucker.
Eyy, eyy
Black man getting condescended by society
Testing my anxiety
Looking down on all my positive qualities
While my negatives they parade
Even in the shade
Why do I choose to be a good man
When I don’t know that many people that understand
The joys of lending a helping hand?
I don’t do it for the brand recognition
No commission for my goodwill
Shit
Hunting for clarity in the thrill
Wanna rub you the right way like Johnny Gill
Before the white man decides to kill
Even when I’m about to bottom out
Got to remain stout
And not just do shit for the clout
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Break it down, break it down, come on!
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, come on!
(Perfect!)
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