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Pronghorns
02:53
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It's a return to form
It's got legs to kill your firstborn
And if I ever insulted your intentions
I was wrong
It's a fresh take on a classic
With gene structure to resist a mass extinction
Perched on a twig, in a fishtank
In your dorm
We were running wild
Like pronghorns on the plain
Through some teenage wilderness
Of digitized remains
And she looked so pretty running circles around me
Running through my obsolete brain
Why did I ever leave that scene?
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2. |
Dreaming at 4PM
01:41
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I still write lies about you
Through rose eyes
Making up for lost time
It don't feel the way it's described
When the worst part of
your panic reel proves you right
but the dialogue doesn't match
the rehearsed lines
Get your act together, kid
You're in a one-horse town
What's the matter, buddy
Ain't you read the papers?
Everybody feels like shit
we might as well get paid
When the dim light on your eyelids
cast a vision of
Neon lights, approaches disappointment
Helps me get to sleep
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3. |
Wheelhouse
02:18
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Take it in a little longer
This might be out of your wheelhouse
Thinking isn't in your wheelhouse
But can you think it any wronger?
Are the moles all beyond whacking range?
Are you beyond exhausted now?
Have your teeth been de-weaponized?
Has your pineal gland calcified?
Never was much of a singer
But you had so much to say back then
We couldn't keep you quiet
But we pulled too hard on that finger
Reserves depleted, we extract
Groans out of laughing riots now
When I hoped to draw schematics
For a signal path
With Brighter days in store
But what's the use in trying
When your heart's been plugged?
Through a life of calm reflection
I will seek a lasting inner peace
Of which I caught a passing glimpse
In Fantasies where I burn down your house
Can't you give me something stronger?
I've got half a mind to let
The other half fall into ruin
No, I don't know what I'm doing
I've fallen off the scheme
But I keep rambling on and on...
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Miles past the point
Where anything we do matters
Captain, set the course
For that maelstrom, I want out of this sea
Tell me it's a joke
We play on ourselves
Ain't it funny how
The blood pools down our cheeks
Some dude with his dog
Leashed to a power cord
Says he's read the script
Now I can't make sense
Out of anything I ever Loved before, oh
Tell me it's a joke
We play on ourselves
Ain't it funny how
The blood pools down our cheeks
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5. |
No Renaissance
02:46
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Kid, shovel all that dirt back
Where you dug it from
There's nowhere left to hide
From your mama's cautious eyes
There's no sin
Strong enough to make me wanna dance along
There's no more style to flaunt
This startup ain't no Renaissance
It goes...
The equal opportunity ejection seat deploys
In solidarity with spatter stains on the road below
My first and final asset, my prime object of concern
Is withered from inaction
Now, I'm laid up
With my mind on my mind and my mind on my mind
Kid, shovel all that dirt back
Where you dug it from
There's nowhere left to hide
From your mama's cautious eyes
There's no sin
Strong enough to make me wanna dance along
There's no more style to flaunt
This startup ain't no Renaissance
If the power grid breaks
We'll sleep in armored tanks
Waiting for our big breaks
Til then I'm laid up
With my mind on my mind and my mind on my mind
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6. |
Driver 7
04:51
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The 7th driver is
A perpetual motion machine
Take a rest
Your work here's done
I watch the structures crumble
Through my tiny palm TV
Is it too early to feel smug?
What you wanna be's
Another John Henry down in the rubble
Licking your intentions
To feel needed
In the crevasse between
What you are and what you think you're thought to be
Is there still room to make a deal?
If I can't drive us home
I'll sleep in the garage
Never wake alone again
On second thought, no.
I don't really wanna die.
But survival's just
So Bourgeoisie.
What you wanna be's
Another John Henry down in the rubble
Licking your intentions
To feel needed
In the crevasse between
What you are and what you think you're thought to be
Is there still room to make a deal?
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the Special Purpose Michigan
Jacques Doucet's songs that are either too mean or too virtuous for Nicest of the Damned:
nicestofthedamned.bandcamp.com/releases
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