1. |
Sinking in an Ocean
02:48
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You will never be full of morality
You don’t know how to behave
I wouldn’t dare say
You should ever sell out
Or slow your tempo
It isn’t easy to live your art
Sinking in an ocean, deep
Where he can’t reach your heart, babe
Just relax and let him fade
There’s no way to flee
You’re inherently on your own
But that’s fine, okay?
You wouldn’t be quite the same
Without some crushed dreams
A few broken bones
It isn’t easy to act your part
Sinking in an ocean
Where no one could reach your heart, babe
Just push down and let him fade
It isn’t easy to live your art
Sinking in an ocean, deep
Where he can’t reach your heart, babe
Just relax and let him fade
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2. |
Grand Prix Cars
01:12
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I stepped out through the fall leaves
Tasted fall’s glow
And fall its tastes grow
I tasted things
I wanted to see
The Grand Prix cars shine into the bright dawn
You went down to the race track
Lost in the throes
Of cars screeching below
Oil eyes so hazy
Could you see
The Grand Prix cars shine into the bright dawn?
I tasted things
I wanted to see
The Grand Prix cars shine into the bright dawn
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3. |
Tomorrow Lasts for Days
01:44
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Cannot wait
Tomorrow’s cat scratch fever
Won’t ever break
I’ll hang onto things
I’ll want you lately
Sorry before couldn’t see it clearly
Sit and kindly wait
For dust and dirt to cover things
Growth rings showing
That tomorrow lasts for days
Turned to ghosts
Wouldn’t dare to wind my wrist watch
Forever half past eight
Seconds in honey
They can’t roam freely
Pardon, today can’t see it clearly
Sit and kindly wait
For dust and dirt to cover things
Wedding rings
And then tomorrow lasts for days
We’ll soon forget
Wait and you’ll find
Living behind
Say you’re busy
That’s also fine
Don’t really mind
You’re gently singing
Rush from behind
Appears to be safe
Different from everything I believed
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4. |
Everyone's a Failure
01:10
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I searched online
To find some cruelty free serums
Top results were sponsored
So who even knows?
Their product line
Not quite certified vegan, so
Is it okay to put this on my nose?
Everyone’s a failure
Eye bags cause you sleep face down
No longer look like a baby
It’s because of your meltdowns
If you had therapy
For your childhood traumas
You might have energy
To work out your torso
And if you worked out you’d be
Less prone to back aches so you
Could sleep to avoid early dementia
Everyone’s a failure
You could be retiring now
If you had just pinched your pennies
Not put them in Samurai Shodown
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5. |
Mistakes That I Forgot
01:09
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6. |
Lovely Memories
01:10
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7. |
My Philosophy
02:09
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You and I be on a medical team
And we have contact with sadness in reams
You can strive to downplay
Or come undone
Alternate between stressed and just numb
It’s trite I’ll concede
A bit lame for a creed
I could go on
But it’s my philosophy
I’ll play my guitar, sing all alone
Leave bed unmade
And my hair uncombed
Grind for a great stately pantone
In spite of dry eyes
Stare at blue light
A leaf in a sea
Too small to be seen
Or to be known
It’s my philosophy
And lately I’m crying
Can’t get anything done
And can’t ever go back
Even if I believed
And if we could go back
Would we do the same thing?
And if we could go back
Would we dream the same dreams?
Faith in small nothings
Do nothing extreme
And then pass on
That’s my philosophy
And play my guitar
Innocent drone
You and I be
Each halves of every reason
Every laugh
We could hang on to every day
Or just shit on this chiffon?
I’m frayed to the wire
And I forget what I’m saying
Playing along
Fuck every design
I’ll just do whatever you want
Man I’m dumb
I tend to overeat
To forget the monotony
And you and I be on a medical team
And we have contact with sadness in reams
And you can strive to downplay
Or come undone
Or alternate between stressed and just numb
It’s trite I’ll concede
A bit lame for a creed
Could go on
But it’s my philosophy
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8. |
Cops of the Cockblock
02:18
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Every day while working the gridlock
The 405 or the corner of Northrup
Saving for a good life off of the streets now
While looking out for the cops of the cockblock
Days into weeks without
A proper sleep
So when they come I flee
I booked a show right here on the boardwalk
A few tourists tossed coins because I rocked
I covered Tom Petty’s Room at the Top
Then cleared out by the cops of the cockblock
Fines I need to pay down
Leave or arrest me
But don’t take my money
I found an in with the man on the top
I simply need to take the goods to the drop
When I’m at the designated bus stop
I hand the guns to the cops of the cockblock
Dismayed, I’ve been played, how?
Tasered and cuffed
Then convicted of everything
You’ve been bad too
Am I really that bad?
My crime is that
I’m broke and beat down
A mean dad
Was never allowed to be
Free and sad
Like all my friends were
Late at night lying in this damp cell block
I dare to dream while wearing an orange smock
Someday will have a good life off of the streets, how?
If I keep my cool the parole board might allow
Days into weeks without
A proper sleep
And it’s all one big blur
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9. |
Hidden Self Portrait
01:21
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Reused canvases
To save dough
Concealed behind cardboard: a man
Hidden self-portrait by
Vincent Van Gough
I guess I’m just like that
A fake top coat
Obscures an uglier man
Hidden self-portrait by
Vincent Van Gogh
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10. |
Unhappy at Pitchfork
01:04
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I’d felt pressured
Cause life is a big snore
It needs some texture
And occasional fun
We’d bought tickets
To the pitchfork festival
They'd promised it’d be chill
A birthday home run
Don’t wish to displease
Already a bit of a shut-in
Hey I would honestly
Want to be home with my hobbies
People were gawking
I'm overthinking my walking
Past vendors were hawking
Shirts from Zeppelin
My hair was blowing
With revealing recession
I wormed through the crowd
Like an endoscopy
Don’t wish to displease
I’m sure these bands are quite charming
But fuck this festival scene
It’s raining yet I'm sweating
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11. |
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You should watch for awhile
This thing I made
Became the talk of the town
Not a dollar was paid
I barely tease
Shein agreed
To send me these gowns
I was not in the need of money
Thought it’d be funny
To turn free shit down
Doesn’t this look good on me?
It’s rather chic
Smash that like button right now
I’ll try on every item in sight
Every slide, pant, or tie
Twirl and glide
C’mon please guys subscribe
I’ll be so psyched
My popular haul sees
Quite the steep
Bump in brand loyalty
I have clout
Not here for royalties
Or make buddies
Or get on my knees
YouTube won’t allow
My personality
It’s rudimentary
But kinda cute anyhow
You
You finally hit that subscribe
That’s rather nice
Now click that ad for your grout
Sculpted nose
Shaven toes
No eye bags
Take a small puff from—
It’s a vape vibe
Buy some of this cake crumb
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12. |
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You’ve had talking dreams
Hence I found out
Guess we’re back to old standards?
Too tangled all the things
Maybe discover
Where this comes from?
Hey, I’ll twist two fingers
Into phone cables and shout
What if we for once held back?
Hey, all your words slot into
The thin bones in my spine
Provide support for the meat
You’ve had taking dreams
Hence I found out
I guess we’re back among hazards
Too tangled everything
Maybe uncover
Where this went wrong
Hey, I’ll twist two fingers
Into phone cables and shout
Which ones are plants and not weeds?
Take out
What if we take out all the world’s handouts
And try to never lose them?
Too tangled everything
Hence I have doubts
How were we ever convinced of
Kettles and pollen dreams?
Vaguely they’re out
Where’d they come from?
You’ve had talking dreams
Hence I found out
Guess we’re back to old standards?
Too tangled all the things
Maybe discover
Where this comes from?
Hey, I’ll twist two fingers
Into phone cables and shout
What if we for once held back?
Hey, all your words slot into
The thin bones in my spine
Provide support for the meat
Hey, I’ll twist two fingers
Into phone cables and shout
Which ones are plants and not weeds?
Take out
What if we take out all the world’s handouts
And try to never lose them?
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13. |
Dead Snow
01:28
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You want to go
So far today
Out the driveway
Explore a new route
The afterworld
Is full of very cold souls
Frozen in state
‘Cause the sun has gone out
They collect your smile now
In dead snow
They pull skin, in frost can’t decay
In dead snow
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slowlyfaintly Portland, Oregon
Inmate Casey White and Assistant County Director of Corrections Vicky White. They are not related, but both white. And disappeared Friday night.
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