1. |
Atomic Blonde
04:12
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The High lows bucket dipper
Interstate hitch hiker
Railing subway lines distorted
Gold chain wearing sister
Emotional pocket picker
A call of virtue
Listen deaf
Let me out
The stars fall
Driving no where
Broken head lights
A sirens call
Age of sails
A Lap of honour
Hair of dog
Short by a rabbit
Lucky foot
Break a dance
Call of a father
The Bottle hugger
A cold touch
Phantom limb
A nose grows
The woods red
Sky is falling
The chicken shits
Fist of my enemy
Eye of an apple
Sleeping with worms
A bed of nails
Doe eyed dirty blonde cat curious tongue twister devil handshake quirk you’ll lose your grip cliff hanger
Run with hounds
Footless work
A tickled throat
A Quivering lip
Futile gesture
Stroke of luck
Hole in one
Useless hero
Grab a mask
Ancient gallery
On a note
Chicken scratch
Ransom a random
Voodoo juju
Muddy puppy
Atomic family
Microwave existence
Coughing astray pupil star diluted girl, yellow belly snake fever lumber jacking woman.
She hits the gas petal metal flash whiplash pearl:
Leave her a necklace blossoming
I grief that.
Unclear notion my bed turn tourniquet snake quarrel
She’s a whore
Unclear notion my bed turn tourniquet snake quarrel
She’s a whore
Lotus eater
I’m delusional
I’m not a hero unless I kill some one
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2. |
American Dreams
04:09
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What?
This is what you asked for.
Quicksilver Wells,
A cold body;
And a warming drink.
Drunk off the thought of it,
Spread the word noiseless;
It’s a silent echo chamber.
Blindfolds
And wishing hands
Tiring knot
Ripping thin
Religion this is
progressive sacrament
Ooo is anyone listening out there
Eyes see the words
Ooo I can’t hear them
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4. |
Palm Reader
03:57
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Look before you jump
Before you wake from sleep
Its past beyond
the greying mass
Onward face
T.V mascarade
Past saving
Disarrayed
I saw a ghost today
Out window painting
I saw a note today
Out bursting flames
I saw a rope today
Out pullin me around
I heard a voice say
On and on and on
I heard a voice say
On and on and on
I heard a voice say
Red on red on red on
Paint the walls today
The passage says
That passage raised
That passive way
Carried away
Pot withdrawn
Throwing copper-less
Window head
Drift with me
Past the gates
Drift with me
Over the headlights
Cupboard speaks
Eyes shinning
Can you see
Palms eye lids to the soul
Eyelids to the soul
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5. |
ChalkBoard
03:14
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The blanket is spent
An eye that wept
People who bird watch
The sky falls
Call of an angel
The memory drained
A Light without life
A shadow without meaning
The Contrived hiding
Of nails in the lines
Suicide lane
Snuffing the flame
Scratched out my eyes
From the passages
on the chalk board
The blanket is spent
An eye that wept
People who bird watch
The sky falls
Call of an angel
The memory drained
A Light without life
A shadow without meaning
The Contrived hiding
Of nails in the lines
Suicide lane
Snuffing the flame
Scratched out my eyes
From the passages
on the chalk board
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6. |
Red Bull Carpenter
05:37
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I never never saw the light that day
Shinning shining away away
The red sky sky sky
Hole in my mind mind mind
O Eye eye eye
O eye eye eye
O eye eye eye
Never saw the light
May the beams from the mirror bring the seer near with the daughter here water so clear
Mist in red sky refracting light
In my prism I stand
Palming sight
Red bull Carpenter
Red bull carpenter
Red bull carpenter
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My trap door is open
The image is erased
Head of cellophane
You are my face
The sun is burnt away
The sea must of ate us
The grass runs grey
I’m footless anyways
My stomach is cramped
Thoughts are drastic
Static in my fingertips
I evaporate everything
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My head is ripped
my fist are broke
my hopes are dope
My love is gone
no home to call
My mom woke up drinking
She woke up screaming
I woke up bleeding
I kept on pleading
She kept on digging
Fighting left me
Through the chamber,a loaded chamber
where I go
Where no one treads
down the stairs
Of my memory
There is where
I lay Astray
on All fours
A Ragged corpse
I woke up drinking
I woke up screaming
The world is spinning
The thread is ending
Make more
For you I’m fighting
Only the beginning
Down the chamber , a loaded chamber
Where we go
Where the wall
Stares over there
I am up
In the air
I see myself
Helpless carcass
Chat conversation end
Type a message...
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9. |
Improv 4 All
01:12
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Bird Of Clay Chicago, Illinois
Defunct project
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