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Formaldehyde
04:01
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All aboard this plastic jet stream, salivating cyclone wet dream
Rubber burning forms a beacon, the balance beams have all been weakened
Phone calls from the kitchen psychic, forty days and nights deposit
Temperament has turned to panic, hungry mouths but zero Xanex
I’m living in formaldehyde
Wanting it to end but I won’t die
Maybe bending a happy ending but the numbing won’t subside
I’m living in formaldehyde
Mary led her lamb to slaughter, a midnight merchandising mother
Laughing at her Eloi lottery; tomato, vodka, and a stalk of celery:
A cornucopia of caution, someone caught the cashier coughing
Sucker-punched subdued civilians, overdue, the banker’s billions
I’m living in formaldehyde
Wanting it to end but I won’t die
Maybe bending a happy ending but the numbing won’t subside
I’m living in formaldehyde
The lion to the matador said “How do you do?
Don’t bother dancing because it ain’t no use.
The rook is a crook and the bishop’s a fool;
It’s hard to look to God with your head in a noose.”
The Manchester management is missing their cues
From the polio toys in their escrow schools
The guided mistletoe is hanging over the pews
So Jesus saves! (but only if you’re buying their fuel)
I’m living in formaldehyde
Wanting it to end but I won’t die
Maybe bending a happy ending but the numbing won’t subside
I’m living in formaldehyde
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Schizophrenic clowns, they dance a silent silhouette
I can’t win their game
Electronic soundtrack to a final cigarette
Blast-off underway
I can see the mountaintops, they tumble to the sea
Wave goodbye
Heading to the center of a spiral galaxy
One-way flight
Interstellar dust is now the centerpiece of dreams lulling satellites
Searching for event horizons yonder starry gleam of eternal night
All the darkness suffocates the tiny sparks of light as my guide
The emptiness is so immense, just like my tattered life left behind
Hammered by the gravity of a hundred-million sons’ energy
No more past and no more present, I don’t have to run
I am free
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The professor loves to walk alone on a sunny day
His inventions are the only thoughts inside of his massive brain
Oh Horatio open up your eyes
Oh Horatio...
All your words and mind won’t save you from the world outside your window
If you’d open your eyes to perception
You could drop the disguise of perfection
We all wonder what it takes to make or break this precious life
And why we squander such a gift that no one else could ever buy
Oh Horatio all you have to do is try
Oh Horatio...
All your words and mind won’t save you from the world outside your window
If you’d open your eyes to perception
You could drop the disguise of perfection
You should listen to my suggestion:
Love is the only worthwhile invention
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Boy With Wings
03:58
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Cover your face with your feathery grace, ah-ha
Never erased from your parents’ disgrace, ah-ha
Your father, he sees at the age of three, his boy who had sprouted wings
He believes the angels deceive and a curse is what he brings
Shunned and they’ve hidden what cherubim given, ah-ha
Ivory feathers all shining of heaven, ah-ha
Your mother, she cried as you started to fly, afraid that you might have been seen
But up in the clouds where nothing is loud, away from the villagers’ screams
The boy with wings, his beauty sings but only he can hear
His gift of flight: a curse to fright but love is what they fear
Destroy and command what they don’t understand, ah-ha
Casting their stones from the treetops above, ah-ha
Your brother, he fell from atop of the elm, his slingshot still in hand
You flew through the air to cradle the scared little child whose love pretends
The boy with wings, his beauty sings but only he can hear
His gift of flight: a curse to fright but love is what they fear
So cover your face with your feathery grace, ah-ha
Shielding your eyes from their spitting despise, ah-ha
Wings rip in half as the stones scrape your back, ah-ha
Forgiving them all as you brace for your fall, ah-ha
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Dream into atrophy
Sleep in the mind’s apostrophe
Feeding a fantasy
Keen to the sweet cacophony
Stealing insanity
Feeling an orange shade of green
Real or is it make believe?
Teal turning into tangerine
Ricochet another day and let it rest in peace
Managing the damage in our alabaster lease
Where tea and fodder’s just another bread and water feast
Up above, high in the sky, fly from my self-sabotage
I’ve been living a lie, my life is just a mirage
Faking conformity
Taking my anonymity
Shame coming over me
Blame acquiesced society
And if it doesn’t profit then I’m shot down on my knees
By fossils in the government; the pampered trampolines
Empty out my wallet for guerrilla figurines
Up above, high in the sky, fly from my self-sabotage
I’ve been living a lie, my life is just a mirage
Acting, saying the lines, hide inside this camouflage
I’ve been living a lie, my life is just a mirage that you will never reach
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Compliment Sandwich
03:42
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Fishing in a wishing well, the water has run dry
Fixing to retreat into an altered state of mind
Filling in the kitchen sink with wet cement and lye
The filament is burning out the bulb above our life
Say you love me
Fake it gently
Long to hold you
Wish it the truth
Sharpen up my anger just to love you madly
You fed a compliment sandwich with sauerkraut on rye
To my insecurities, our empty semper fi
If I think of the what-ifs it only makes me cry
Living with the could-have-beens and running out of time
Say you love me
Fake it gently
Long to hold you
Wish it the truth
Sharpen up my anger just to love you madly
Love you madly
Well I couldn’t play the part of a puzzled pariah
And I wouldn’t buy your farce as a muzzled messiah
So give me an “E” for effort, there is no “I” in your team
And there is no “F” in way that I will ever love you madly
Say you love me
Fake it gently
Long to hold you
Wish it the truth
Sharpen up my anger just to love you madly
Love you madly
Love you madly
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Bicycle For Two
02:30
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Bicycle for two? I need a ride
I see you have room so move aside
We can bike a little longer
Panoramic view as I glide
A misty morning dew through the sunset shine
Let’s bike a little faster
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
Bicycle for two, I enjoyed our ride!
Over there’s my room, won’t you come inside?
We can spend the night together
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
Ah—a bicycle for two
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Desolation irritations on my inner child
His infection, your deception assassinate my smile
Televise this inner terror, a third degree turnstile
This disguise, my outer laughter, always losing guile
Take me away – I am what I fear
Fated to fade – I want to disappear
I have failed again, no more chances for me
Your love has come and gone, alone for eternity
The interloper won control of lovers lost and found
Intercourse in California fathered such a frown
The winter froze the thorns and rose that tore your midnight gown
A silver glow that tortured us in Armageddon Towne
Run from this place – save yourself the pain
I am a waste – your love will be in vain
Pleasure foaming at the mouths of planetary fangs
Pastures growing locusts don’t just exorcise the land
The breast of hope is being groped by bureaucratic hands
The rest are roaming on their dope like excremental lambs
Take me away – I am what I fear
Fated to fade – I want to disappear
I have failed again, no more chances for me
Your love has come and gone, alone for eternity
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Into the mist I delivered her message wrapped in a blanket of flame
A fishhook of feathers arresting the treasures with blisters of ignorant blame
Distress from the diva (the mistress of Siva) who wore an invisible cape
A lozenge of larva to cancel the karma and cradle the cannibal’s babe
I run from my life just for a drive
Remember their amethyst smiles
Returning to be the eternal me
Releasing my translucent dreams
My revelation of insect transformation: the suits only want to shake hands
And insinuate cerebral masturbation, the straights, they just don’t understand
Last at the luncheon to teach us to function as mindless mechanical men
Lost in the fiction of bedroom and kitchen; my microwave diaphragm
I run from my life just for a drive
Remember their amethyst smiles
Returning to be the eternal me
Releasing my translucent dreams
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Supernovacaine
04:20
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Simple solutions seem so far out of reach
Your salutations slipping into unnoticed speech
Vacant salvation, now I’m drowning in the mainstream
Into delusions I run from what they want me to be
Supernovacaine to tolerate this dollhouse life
I turn off my brain just to escape the shallow hype
Everything’s imaginary in this state of mind
Cookie cutter Kens and Barbies, there’s no end in sight
Misinformation: cars to drive and colas to drink
Blank corporations tell and sell us all what to think
Administrations classify by color of skin
To make demographics so we can buy their meaningless things
Supernovacaine to tolerate this dollhouse life
I turn off my brain just to escape the shallow hype
Everything’s imaginary in this state of mind
Cookie cutter Kens and Barbies, there’s no end in sight
There's no end in sight...
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The Curiously Strong Peppermints Minneapolis
The Curiously Strong Peppermints are an unexplained purple cumulonimbus cloud formation hovering above Western Abu Dhabi that has been emitting unusual sonic frequencies since 2004. If you stare at it long enough you can see a Jesse, a Ben, a Sean, and sometimes a David and Jeannette. Four pieces fell to earth, available here. ... more
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