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Doo
03:00
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green shirt
and the dog
unmask
the villain
by accident
and then
you all
will see
who
Ascot
and the girl
cage
the creeper
and then
you all
will see
who
dark rims
intelligence
track down
the bad guy
and then
you all
will see
who
you all
will see
who
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2. |
Thumbs Down
03:13
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He's not in good shape
looks like a wire frame
bites of his own scar
his brittle little paws
he's in the trash
his moonlight eyes begin
to see the last
nourishment
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
hope for a better place
remove the soul from space
he's in the trash
his moonlight eyes begin
to see the last
nourishment
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
disappearing fast
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3. |
Spoiled
04:21
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Mushy strawberries for lunch
I typed this with my wet thumbs
Is this a bad day
or a boring nightmare
Take another bite
I don’t care
if a web search says they’re spoiled
Let the mold take me to
a tombstone in the bathroom
to puke
Covered in a spread of flowers
The feels weren’t worth a shit
A poisonous jam
Seeds on their sleeve
What a sham
If a web search says they’re spoiled
Trust the net, it knows best
I’ve already learned the hard way
With regret
Spoiled
Don’t eat it
Spoiled
Don’t eat it
Spoiled
Don’t eat it
Don’t eat it
The feels weren’t worth a shit
A poisonous jam
Seeds on their sleeve
What a sham
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4. |
Memory Rings
04:24
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cut
up then on the ground
down
years and years of growing
wasted
I wish I could take
down
the air I gave you
trucks
filled with my body
pound
against the time it
takes me
to re-up from the
bloody
soil I rest in
one long ring
cut
long ways and layed
down
years and years are showing
laced leg
still warm to touch it
mountain
of saw dust here.
one long ring
one long ring
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5. |
Time's a Catalyst
04:26
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sunshine kissed outer layer
hang high and bound to your maker
when you're ripe I hope you fall
into my hands awaiting your drop
long time languid forsaker
unkindly keeping me waiting
hand and foot on you
and I've used all my lithium
what else can I lose
my minds been bruised by the pendulum
I'll forget who I am
in the grains of sand
that slip through my hands
I'll hope to understand
why you can't land
and rest in my hands
when you're ripe I hope you fall
into my hands awaiting your drop
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6. |
The Landscaper
05:28
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Wading
through a swamp,
blades
of grass so long
they cling
on my arms.
Maybe
I'm lost...
I've been thinking about it so deeply
that I may have missed the bigger picture.
My longest limbs might have been
less impeded than steeped in a murky fiction,
the fixture, I think,
has been a mental frame.
Meaning over-exposes itself to me;
It's lame, yet unforgivable.
And the stars dance for themselves until
I'm on the sand.
Painlessly
washed out of the sea,
thanks
spill from my mouth.
Estranged
on the quietest beach.
It makes me
anxious and down.
I'm starting to panic just a little bit,
uncharted isn't often a happy place, you know?
The fresh feeling flakes off my skin with the sand,
and I'm standing in it. Stranded, I suppose.
At least my loaner-vessel in unmaimed,
and something grows near that I can eat;
a coconut tree sways in the breeze.
Night falls and, to the woods,
it drags me.
Breaking
twigs with my steps,
aggravated
beasts hear my noise.
I'm afraid
help won't be met,
but they'll hear
my voice.
Sweat beads dive into my eye and sting
as scenarios of death playout in my head,
I feel sick. I feel overwhelmed. Why?
Were the steps that I took
all taking me here
to a final destination,
one in which creatures
of the same life-source consume me
prolonging their stay?
Do I belong to this grave?
Because I don't want to.
Because I don't want it.
Because... because... because
I don't need it.
I don't need it.
I don't need it.
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7. |
Eclipse
03:46
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Darkness consumes.
Call it a con.
Life grabbed and moved
like Photoshop.
Where are my spectacles?
I don't eat enough carrots
to undo the damage when...
I watch the sky
then light tricks fill my troth.
I eat up my time
in boredom. I feel lost.
Where are my spectacles?
I don't see any click-bait.
Press hold and put it away.
Strangers all around the view
like flies on muddy pig-backs
to capture a bit of the eclipse.
Eclipse.
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8. |
Double Or Nothing
07:51
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Anyway (to make it work)
Anyway (to make it worth it)
Anyway to make it work, I'll go...
Anyway to make it worth it.
Dice roll blown. Oh no!
My lies, now known to them all.
Now they wanna break my fingers,
double-crossed for a chance to win.
Cheat, I trampled the backs of demons,
lava souls in my shoes of sin.
At least I
tried tried tried tried! Right?!?
And I didn't win!
I died hanged high and dry!
But I will try again!
Anyway (to make it work)
Anyway (to make it worth it)
Anyway to make it work, I'll go...
Anyway to make it worth it.
Oh No! Dice roll blown, snake eyes!
This game has wrecked my life!
Twice I got owned. Broken bones.
My plights grown cold to all involved.
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9. |
Other People
04:12
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I don't want to hear
anything you have
to say to me now.
Chew me out.
Chew me out.
It's so easy to curse me.
Chew me out.
You're not able to hurt me.
Nah.
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10. |
Orchestrion Blues
05:28
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Wind it up, and go cry. Cry.
Die or get up, there's no time. No time.
Your minds a machine
with faulty programming.
Wind it up, and go cry. Cry.
Die or get up, there's no time. No time.
Your minds a machine
with faulty programming.
You're so haywired.
Unstable. Seek help.
You're so haywired.
The genius bar would be stumped.
Now wind it up, and go cry. Cry.
Die or get up, there's no time. No time.
Your minds a machine
with faulty programming.
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11. |
Post Horror Film
04:14
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Held near to mindless fears.
Held near to mindless fears.
My brain is haunted.
My bed is where I think of scary things.
Held near to mindless fears.
Held near to mindless fears.
It's unsettling, when I'm tired
shadow figures watch me sleep.
I can't breathe. I can't move.
Someone's evil mind has tainted mine.
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12. |
Keen On Keeping It Off
03:45
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First up,
steps must be taken
to lose weight.
Actions are louder than calories.
Burn them doing anything I want,
except eating food for comfort:
milktea and donuts.
Goodbye.
My will is strong.
Keen on keeping it off.
Doubt creeps in to take me
down to relapse city
like on my head is a bounty
and it's trying to make a living.
So I re-say...
My will is strong.
Keen on keeping it off.
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Humans Etcetera Wenzhou, China
Christopher Henry, alt rocker from West Virginia, music master in Wenzhou, China.
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