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Country Rock Purgatory
04:34
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Are you leaving
Oh you wispy hair
With countdown eyes
Watching the skies
Pardoned by astronauts
As you fly
The ugly advantages
Of populating space
The detached toilet seat
And trying to embrace
The predictable onslaught
Of other-world talk
Talking of better lands
Don't you understand?
That everything stays
Right here
Discarded novelist
Lately I'm not a saint
Tell me the half-truths
And birds-eye tales
A runaway
Braving the microwaves
And paraphrased grace
Who somehow arrives
at this bed
You know I'm listening
I'm listening
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Idolatrous Biologists
02:20
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The town civil war statue
Over petty crime and merchandise
Seems an unlikely hero
Like a soldier from a sci-fi serial
Redesigned by a team
Of caffeinated pacifists
Thrown like a lance
By racist historians
Loved or hated
No more
Where I come from
They carve confederate generals
Into the mountains
Are they worried we forgot?
My heritage is perpetually holding me
Over an open flame
Whispering sweet nothings
And in my dreams
I'm a bird-like hominid
But I'm encaged
By idolatrous biologists
And all I want to do is fly
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Ohio Psychos
03:36
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Lucifer's parking lot
The gate is open
I went to take back
My middle finger
You were in love
Haunting the bird men
Here come the bitter boys
Here come the bands
They're only searching
For a place they never found in time
They're only searching
For a place the cops
Won't take their names
I am a statue
You hack into someone
You remember
You can tell by the curve of my tongue
Maritime sidewalks
Lost in the brine
Ohio psychos
Motorcycle whine
Back to the alleys
Where I slip
Into my old ways
Singing the song of everyone
To the birds
They're only searching
For places they never found in time
They're only searching
For a place the cops
Won't take their names
I am a statue
You hack into someone
You remember
You can tell by the curve of my tongue
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Lane Boy
03:58
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And when you train a lane-boy
Promise me no one was harmed
Show me his dark blue mornings
Show me his capital relay
Juvenile lifers under the hot lights
Chased by their fathers' eyes
Isn't the burnout a beautiful
Glistening
And when you save a lane-boy
Promise him something you can't
Something like chains and vapor
I know this time is over
Energy that passes under all time
Pent-up and alkaline
Pocket-fulls of edibles
And joyous shrieking
Something like chains and vapor
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Now you see
Everyone is incorrect
Dancing past their chance
Making up romance
I want to know
What you're drinking
I want to know
What you're thinking
You and me
Make it up
You and me
Is that enough
Come on friends who care
Forget those who don't
There are things I'll do
And there are things I won't
I'm ready for a new brain
I'm ready to fire an anomaly
There is another act following
There is another act following
You and me
Make it up
You and me
Is that enough
Now you see
Everyone is incorrect
Dancing past their chance
Making up romance
I want to know
What you're drinking
I want to know
What you're thinking
You and me
Make it up
You and me
That's enough
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Parlor Voice Grand Rapids, Michigan
coming to a parlor near you
Parlor Voice recommends:
The Schiller In You
by Ugly Flannel
My weekend I fall asleep It works me to death I told you Some days I scare myself Cause this ain't the life for me at all
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untitled (brief recollections)
by Andrew Starr
owe an apology on behalf of countless time i've spent making love to synergy two devils in a small room sharing rent
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blissful static; blissful sin
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