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gramlins
01:40
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neoteny
04:21
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little men, fortune ascribed
searching for that space to cry
infant boys under the skin
they'll become the big victims
gilded kings of violent dreams
tricking fools with ancient means
hide beneath the alpha's wing
where cowards join and sing
woah you and i both know
how stupid rhymes time after time
will capture artless minds
so why run to your daddy now?
'cuz his prestige is under siege
and cheap bromides are all you'll find
shallow lines drawn up in rows
take a sniff and watch them grow
paper thugs with trebuchets
cower while shit ricochets
gruesome is your damage done
paving way for number one
while winning digits point your way
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forkèd tongue
04:01
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inside he knows
outside it grows
those familiar foes
and so he plays
one flip, one phrase
he'll win the children's praise
heightened norms across the screen
comforting while it's still green
hiding in the laughter from the cold
pianos and games
one in the same
an avarice to tame
my childhood greed
continues to feed
into these grown-up needs
lick my wounds with forkèd tongue
kill the ache while it's still young
feel like a child but that ape's still growing old
pry open your mouth
pearl sinking south
at last we pluck(!) you out
touching down one decade late
tasting wise and smelling straight
stretch my face around the tube
warming agents, nothing new
heat the blood to awake the tongue once more
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rabbits
06:56
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gentle schemes of man, the objects we desire
soft and beautiful, they crackle in the fire
perfection only found in the circle it creates
spiraling and branching off to replicate
the precious ones, all in my hands
not for me to understand
fleshy slaves to dissonant cognition pray
pray for those and prey on those who won't obey
dedicated to this vestigial tale
function served, as we all prepare to fail
and I should know, from where i stand
father's tusks, they will demand
dark horns below us
sound through the din
nothing before had ever rung so clear
tend to the rabbits
as we both deny
the fragile nuisance looming ever-near
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It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
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Been waitin’ a long, long, long time,
For things to come together,
Everything I want is mine,
Couldn’t ask for any better
Any better
Any better
Been waitin’ a long, long, long time,
It is now forever.
Years and years will go by,
nothing could be any better
Any better
Any better
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Tears of the feeble
Hands of the slaves
Skin of the mothers
Mouths of the babes
Building the towers
Belongs to the sky
When the whole thing comes crashing down
Don't ask me why
Don't ask me why
Under the shelf
The shelf of the sky
Two eyes, two suns
Too heavenly blinds
Swallowing rivers
Belongs to the sea
When the whole thing washes away
Don't run to me
I'll be going down
For the rest of the slide
While the rest of you harvest the gold
And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you is the break and the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall
Under the red break of the lights
Heroes in the stretches
Inch to the site
Blowing the pieces
Belong to the wind
When the whole thing blows away
I won't pretend, no
I'll be going down
For the rest of the ride
While the rest of you harvest the souls
And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you
Is the break and the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall
Behind the blood-red brake of the light
Lies the wreck of you for the rest of your life
And the wreck of you
Is the death of you all
And the wreck of you
Is the break and the fall
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the death of you all
I'm the wreck of you
I'm the break and the fall
While the rest of you harvest the gold
While the rest of you harvest the souls
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Gifts I'm preparing
For some Christmas sharing
But I pause because
Hanging my stocking
I can hear a knocking
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Sure is dark out
Ain't the slightest spark out
Point my slackened jaw
...
Are you bringing
A present for me
Something pleasantly
Pleasant for me?
Then it's just
What I've been waiting for
Would you mind
Slipping it under the door?
Cold winds are howling
Or could that be growling?
My legs feel like straws
...
Yes, hanging the stocking
I can hear a knocking
'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Oh there, Santa
You gave me a scare
Now stop teasing
'Cause I know
You're there
We don't believe
In no goblins today
But I can't explain
Why I'm shaking that way...
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