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Yogurt Masters
02:35
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In some tracks, most of what's going on
Is just other peoples instruments and samples, loosely arranged together.
Sounds a bit fucking lazy to me.
How does some of this even count, as your album?
It's other peoples stuff for fuck sake.
In a state of utter confusion
To wanting to slit my fucking face open
Feel like it will bring me back
But I don't need to feel uglier than I already do
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MDPL-05 Power Station
00:06
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Man, look at all these pre-war dollars that I got.
That's not very impressive.
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Have me
Runnin' with the bruisers
Jettin' with the brawlers
Distendin' with the creepers
Psycho with the scrappers
Axin' with the trackers
Three bags o' yeast
Six fission batteries
Twenny wil' punga
Or ten church ones
Fix up the still
For two hundred if i 'lingus
Doc says no orange fever
But i still feed 'er
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Who's that
Where you been man
How longs it been man
Like seven seconds
But last time you were a chick
The time before Richard, not dick
You're always creeping
So i creep too
We're hunching in circles dude
You make me shut doors
Make you think I'm busy in the kitchen
How old are you girl
Seventeen or forty
Eighteen or seventy
Regardless you have agility
High jump to one corner
Long jump to the next
Pole vault outside
Then into bed
At the window when I'm out
Breaking windows when I'm a minute out
The technical prowess is priceless
The millionth fucking genius
Pressing god damn anything
Taking god damn everything
Clean up those fucking tuna cans
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Rseodwouutbuto
01:05
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Pogosova Pluto
07:42
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The woman stares dead
Right into the blue
Her own connections
Her own ideas
Her own suspicions
Simple enough for my premonitions
My own connections
My own ideas
My own suspicions
I foresee an ugly future
In the next thirty minutes
But i also foresee
Probable peace
Probable peace in which I jitter
Probable peace in which I shake
Probable peace in which I lie awake
Dil one seven
Dil two two
Dill three seven
Dil one seven
Dil two two
Dill three seven
Ep x8
Create your flow from sustainibly
History run vehicles
Smart pro
Drew
No drew?
Deek
No deek?
Ache
Eleven o'clock
Thank you
Run in, in anger
Wielding more than hands
Under my desk I hide
Just to die
That day at the festival
Fireworks did nothing at al
Dragged my shoes on the ground
So I could begin to feel rewound
That day at the festival
We rushed down the hill
After it all
It took me a while
To return to what was
Then found myself angry at my coke cup
I went and saw
Saw the four story fur
The rest of the coat
Graphed me fine
So I steered clear of the streets
Stuck inside for 'only' a week
I never fully came back
Saint Plex tried to get me on my feet again
Now im boxed in never to feel like me again
Shave me hair before I rip it out
Lose the jewels before I tear them out
Listen before I drop at my desk
Blue home before my eyes fall out
A coma in my ears
A relation in my mind
Italian furniture in one hand
Tiles in the other
Fines in my brain
Neglecting my friends
Neglecting my health
To often I feel the shit earl says
A meter away from myself
Hands and face blurred
Watering my garden to try make it right again
But the container crawling hype brings a drought
Been zipping early morning afternoon
Man in front tells me bout the Sunday racket
Otherwise ima click click slide down a flight
Wanna rush to brotz and peel my nose skin back
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Dunayivtsi
00:28
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Bleakhouse Dolphin
01:41
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Gurdeep's a drivin'
That boy's a wilin'
We are all frightened
Time to stop
Gurdeep's a drivin'
He's reading the paper
Wrong side of the road
Time to stop
Gurdeep's a followin' (us)
We are reporting
To the cops
Time to stop
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Just start another project man
Do another cool noise project
Just don't even finish the crap E.P you planned for it
Get a shit single out and pretend you're gonna do more
Just chuck it up on bandcamp and post it in a thousand groups
You fucking loser
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Jim's Ditty
03:06
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The House of Albion
04:35
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Sertraline
02:49
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What
04:13
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Ima jump head first off this desk
Make sure I fucking break something
Interact with trees at high speeds
Poison myself with comics
Or I
Keep my mouth shut
And my stomach empty
In a teary starvation rut
Maybe I'll be home one day
Tryna smash my front door but
Ghostly hands can't do shit
Low energy, weak bitch
Grasping at the shortest straws on the field
Fall through the floor into fantasy football
But I don't have cards to trade
Or a team, or a play
Get so scared, I begin to vibrate through this chair
Clenching and grasping
The old way is coming
Seeing double
Hope I don't piss my pants
Or rattle my brain
So I avoid a brain damage anger fit
Then become a millionaire
And shove stem cells in every gap
But before then I have to come on back
And feel all my nerves like I used to
And have rings like I used to
Before I decide to just fucking quit
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Sound Advice
01:28
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Eat better
Sleep better
Ice cold water in winter
I'm too tired for this shit
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I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Stomach eating me alive
Hair too long
Won't answer the phone
Weak ass door mat
Try my best to say no
I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Just stand there and smell bad
Same clothes on for three days
Same face on for three days
Because I don't see people much these days
I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Gotta mumble cause I can't rap
Gotta scream cause I can't sing
Just read off my phone, full monotone
Get meta cause it's all I know
I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Is this really music?
Sometimes I guess
Feels like I fill a lack of skill with random shit
Not really even sure if I'm proud of it
But I still tell myself "there's no rules to this"
I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Is this an inferiority complex?
Is it as bad as I think it is?
Am I a victim to my own bullshit?
Do I really not know what's going on?
Or do I say that to escape responsibilities
I wish I wasn't used to feeling pathetic
Does it make it okay to be aware that this is melodramatic?
Is it too harsh to call myself talentless?
At this point I'm confused about being confused
Or am I?
I don't know anymore
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