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Analogue Love
03:54
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Here comes coffee with her one o’clock cigarette,
Round sunglasses and a name that I’ll forget
Here’s bad sex in a car’s back seat
She’s all sweat and upholstery no shame that we’ll never meet
Well I miss the bus and its pissing it down
Now I’m missing your touch and the taste of your mouth
You’re not sentimental, and this ain’t love,
(But it’s a pretty good analog thereof)
It’s the quickening pulse of a heart’s palpitations
In the thickening blood there’s an ungoverned nation
Of linoleum bruises on her blackening knees
And the failure of virtue to conquer biology
Here’s a flaccid excuse for a blowup doll
With a slow-leaking penchant for getting emotional
And he masquerades as an empty cup
Waits for a tall drink of water to come round and fill him up
If you remember the bodies but can’t place the names
And wake up with more liquor than blood in your veins
You’ll know it ain’t sentimental, and it sure ain’t love
Is it a good enough analog thereof?
It’s the quickening pulse of a heart’s palpitations,
In the thickening blood there’s an ungoverned nation
Of linoleum bruises on her blackening knees
And the failure of virtue to conquer biology
Cause your body’s the product of love handed down through the ages and stages,
Generational conflict and bruised bloody faces, age old gender roles and familial disgraces
Wear out every man and try all the positions, you can’t fuck your way through the bedrock of the human condition
Here comes coffee with her one o’clock cigarette,
Round sunglasses and a name that I’ll forget
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Oh baby,
You shouldn’t wait for me by your telephone
By now you should know
That it will never ring
Im busy,
Sitting on a park bench
With the other little old ladies
Feeding soft bread to my insecurities
Or:
In a rainslick down by the pier
Waiting for Columbus or
Some other premonition to appear
But oh that fateful moment
when the levy horizon breaks
and the sky falls back into the sea
Oh baby,
If you ever find me
Looking flotsam and dejected
Wetter than the ocean
And resurrected
Pidgeon pecked
(in retrospect)
Little lady maybe I’d suggest
That you call collect
And offer up sincerest sympathies
And oh with the last sense
in my empty pocket
I hope I’ve the good sense to receive
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All my friends are dying slow,
Some speeding it up with the drinks n smokes
Whiskey head, Wednesday blues,
Cigarette lungs that cough chim chim chiroo
But this is the state of the union now,
So drink up, smoke a pack; we’re going down
Checking out the graphs, I’ve got to cater to my key demographic
Grand Master Wizard pulling tricks and turning heads like its magic
Forty-nine percent pretend like this wasn’t ever gonna happen
Well get ready to go back
Stay at home, watch TV
This liberty bell’s ringin hollow to me
Stay involved says the liberal head,
But it’s hard to stay conscious from here in bed
Welcome to eclectic electorate hell,
Like it or not, we’ve done this to ourselves
(Chorus)
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Last Night
03:35
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Last night in my dream I was all by myself
In the balcony, family drinking my health
As the lights faded out all the laurels and crowns,
And the cheers from the crowd were magnificent
Oh, she looks at you funny and asks you again,
Have you found someone special to be your girlfriend?
Well I’m easy as hell but that’s no simple feat,
If it were I’d bend down, kiss the toes of each woman I meet
Oh last night in my dream you were standing alone
On a chair in your room cause nobody was home
In the body you’ve rented these twenty-odd years
You paid the deposit to leave in arrears
Read the funnies on Sunday and try to decide
If you’re the caricature or the blank space inside em’
Deus ex machina madness, the hand from the sky
Fire alarms, ambulance, keeping my friends alive
Last night in my dream, I saw you dead.
You know, people are strange, often inhumane
But you stick around anyway, things always turn out okay
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Concerning Interaction
03:26
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Mug to your mouth, sit in the corner
A secret potion, special to order,
When I came over to ask you what you’re drinking
Oh little darling I can’t hardly speak for thinking
The hole in the donut’s what gives it the donut taste;
Something’s holy ‘bout sleeping through Sunday
Little darling I can’t hardly breathe for speaking
But my head’s in a haze and your lips are a frown on your face
Though I can’t speak for shit, I’m articulate during the day
Oh little lady—why do you hate me?
Stuck to your mouth, trapped in the corner
A secret smile that I never ordered
Did I come over to ask you if you’re taken?
Little monster I think you might be mistaken
I came out with my friends and we’re having fun
Never said I was leaving with someone
Cause tonight love’s something I don’t feel like faking
But my head’s in a haze and your lips are a frown on your face
Though I can’t speak for shit, I’m articulate during the day
Oh little lady—why do you hate me?
Often berate me...
Am I anyone worthy of
Anything other than
Distant compassion, crash into
each other uh oh
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Lifeboats; couchsurfing
06:10
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There’s a light in the house that I used to all home
Graphite years on the walls testify how I’ve grown
Defamiliarized myself from places I’d go
Now I’m sitting in front of a stranger’s house out in the snow
Why not bring your love?
If you’ve got enough to give
All my old friends are back, yeah the boys are all here
That old poison’s attractive, pour it in through my ear
Porous asphalt and rock Salt City stranglehold
Things forgotten to mention, oh I know how it feels to be old
Why not bring your love?
If you’ve got enough to give
Tryin times cause there aint no precedent for a president like this
All up in arms and your bright purple mood ring's been stuck on black
for months
This one's a pauper who potentially perpetrates an atrocity
if let in
but the ne thing he's got that no money can buy is enough to give
I feel blue when it rains and orange when it snows
What comes down from above; no one really can know
Barometric caprice, untethered weather balloons
It’s the same rain and sleet with which all of our heads are festooned
Why not bring your love?
If you’ve got enough to give
And what will you bring,
except the teeth in your skull and the hate in your heart
And how will we pray,
When it’s hate of a neighbor that tears us apart
(Chorus)
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Six Seconds
03:35
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Well she don’t part her hair down the hard part, the middle,
the hard part is over, I’m all partied
Out on a limb, yeah I shook like a kitten,
you’ve got to be kidding me, shaking me
Down to the street, where it’s cold as the arctic,
articulate a sentence, tongue tickling artistry
Art is free for the people who can make it,
But that doesn’t mean the artist is free,
No, that doesn’t mean the artist is free
It often starts so soft and innocent, and in a sentence
The tongues are in the ears and we’re out the door
I’m oh so very sorry darling, if something was starting here it’s gone,
For too long (gone on) for too long, too long
If I don’t fall in love in the next six seconds,
I’ll be sicker than a sailor, cyclical self-sabotage
A montage of my best worst moments, something to set the mood
Something to sing along
Two is a pair, apparently alone, will I get to the feelings if I dig past the
bone on the couch, cause the bed is for love,
and dreams of other people we’re both dreaming of,
Dreams of other people—
Somebody hit the noncommittal handbrake;
You stop to sniff the roses and it’s gone
I’m oh so very sorry darling, if something was starting here it’s gone,
For too long (gone on) for too long, too long
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8. |
Cool Kids
04:36
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What does it mean to be sad anymore
More a look than a sentiment
Act to perform
How does it feel to be happy these days?
Would your therapist know,
If you sent them my way?
I live the dream where I can’t get the girls
There’s a niche for misfortune,
Apparently I fit the bill
Writing songs where my life is a hell,
All the white boys and girls will buy in,
It’ll sell pretty well
Cause all of the cool kids have sad eyes
Support girls who rant and boys that cry
Are you starting to wither inside?
I look the part but I feel like a hole
In designer-made clothing, (before that was cool)
I’m so self-aware and I live on my own
But my mom pays the bills for my cellular phone
All of the cool kids have sad eyes
Support girls who rant and boys that cry
Are you starting to wither inside?
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9. |
The Bathtub Song
02:50
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Bathtub girl, you’re standing there,
Washing ink out from your hair
With goosebump skin and shaking hands
So debonair
Finger smudges on the glass,
Nothing clean can ever last,
I figured I’d find myself here
When you asked
And so i'll stay:
and play the game, and laugh, and curse the fates
Our family names
The other place we’re all headed to
Billow out the bottom sheet,
This body’s just a corpse that breathes
And blossoms dreams of bigger things when it sleeps
Flowers dead with flowers dry
Stick and poke it in your thigh
It won’t last long, but you’ll be gone by tonight
And so it stays:
We play the game, and laugh, and curse the fates
Our family names
The other place we’re all headed to
Cause who knows what lies beyond these walls
Acquiesce to love in bathroom stalls
Public parks and shopping malls, its a sad excuse
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Miles Chandler Boston, Massachusetts
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