1. |
Cherry Sentiment
04:23
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Well i got my dopamine
& you got your cherry limousine
You’re stuck in the ottoman
& you taste like cherry sentiment
You taste like sin
& it caves me in
i got my narcotics
& you got your antibiotics
i got my chemicals
& you’ve got your sentimentals
But they don’t work for me
they all seem empty
Well she’s got her needlepoint
& he’s got his needle point
But hers is the kind with cloth
& his is the type that you tie off
but it helps them to talk
which they rarely flaunt
& it helps them cry
Which can be hard sometimes
in life
& i just don’t give a fuck
& you seem to just give too many fucks
& i say you care too much
& you say that i don’t care enough
& then we get fucked up
& it feels like love
& they sit & judge
when they’re the wrongful ones
to me
Cause i feel good
& you all feel bad
As your tears flew
i had a laugh
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2. |
Wiggle Room
01:07
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do you have yourself some wiggle room
there in your padded room
well i sure as shit hope that you do.
Well you gone & went insane
but that’s the best way to be
so fuck em all
for saying it’s wrong.
oh you couldn’t hold a steady job
cause you saw em for what they was
just bits & pieces of all kinds of fucked up.
& you like to do all sorts of drugs
cause it feels so good when your thoughts are numb
well okay that sounds good
fun.
When you something that’s not really there
it makes you wonder
if anything ever was.
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3. |
What Jolie Said
02:33
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“You are a little grim for my taste
More than i can take.
Though i do usually like the sad boys.
But with you it’s a bit much.
i’d call it Overkill.”
Then call it Overkill.
“You can’t go a whole conversation
Without complaining
About your heart aching."
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4. |
Miranda is a Starseed
00:56
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5. |
In the Backseat
02:31
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You know it
but at least i tried.
i tired about every night.
You got in your car
you didn’t get far.
i was there
i saw it all along.
i was there i saw
it all alone.
With your passenger seat opened wide
so to kill me.
How long can this take?
i was in the car in the backseat
i was in the car
& you were driving vastly.
i was in the car in the backseat.
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6. |
Your Opinion
01:34
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i don’t need to get clean
that’s just your opinion.
& i got mine that coincides
with my style of living.
Because we all got our ways to get by
so just let me do mine.
i don’t need to get old
there’s pride in dying.
There’s pride in living too
but that’s one i’ve had trouble finding
because i am a laser like you
i appear & appear to be see through.
i don’t need the vaccine
i’m fine with the sickness.
it aches & burns it really hurts
but at least i am living.
While you are an emotional wreck
So what does that make me then?
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8. |
Out There Dying (i know)
04:39
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i heard the fiery winters
where you’ve been
i saw those endless dinners
& plates gave in
you thought your ultimatums
could do me in
i’ve had a couple of stations
with static then
(how do you like that?)
i couldn’t see the sidewalk
when you weren’t there
i was a little soft struck
by this air
it breathes in malt elations
& you’ll see that
(why don’t you come back?)
i know that all i can do for you
is barely as so.
Scotty come back
i know you’re Out There dying
you’re dying.
Scotty come back
i know you’re Out There dying
You’re dying slow.
You won’t come home.
Scotty come back
i know you’re Out There dying
Your feet in snow
it’s so cold.
Scotty with your knees
underneath the willow trees
& that snow that gets up
& freezes your feet
until the freezer burn
makes your skin bleed.
Scotty come back
i know you’re Out There dying.
Lying to your mother
saying you’ll come home
but you won’t.
& i think that i would like to die
with the Moon at its fullest.
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9. |
There Goes Jolie
04:33
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Oh there goes Jolie looking her best
with her summer shorts under her Sunday dress
that nobody knows is there but me.
So there she is drinking the blood of Christ
with the sin of last night seeping from her eyes
but no one was there last night but me
& of course the Devil & Jolie.
You’ll say you’ve gone down to the park to read
how the fresh air made you think clearly
but you were really out buying pills from me
& nobody really knows that but me.
Your mother in the kitchen
Your father playing chess
i’d sneak through your window
kiss & touch your chest
Your heart pounding thumps
Your body dripping sweat.
& i’d say Jolie you don’t even quite know what love is yet
But oh she did.
She thought:
“my parents both set out to get
what i have now that they didn’t have then.
& if i’m what they got i feel sorry for them.
no i’m just a part in a story of success
that in retrospect could be even better yet.
So how am i supposed to strive
for something i’ve had all my life?
i’m telling you now no it just don’t seem right
how i’m just a scene in an American Dream
& then rust
Or how i’m just a scene in an American Dream
& then dust.
Well i’ve got no will to live
But i’m still living yet what gives
i got no will to die either i guess no one wins
i just got the will to take up the space that i’m in
& i’m not even sure you can call that living.
So maybe i’ll shoot for the stars
oh i know it’s unreachable i’ve known all along.
With that tremendous distance it’s
just too damn far
but at least i can say that i had heart.”
Oh there’s go Jolie looking her best
with a lit menthol cigarette
hanging from her lips
hanging like a kiss.
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10. |
Stolen Car
03:58
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Could you help me out?
i’ve been further down than ever before
& i’m all the rage
the kids come & play
Me on their phone
& i’m stereophonic
Whatever you need i got it
All my life
So yeah help me out
Cause i’m colder now
Than ever before
But you with your stolen car
In the parking lot
You come clean
So what if you’re lying
i don’t care at all
i’ll be last nights roll call
& you’ll say oh my God
i can’t believe it’s really you
i just can’t believe it’s really you
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11. |
Late Night Feeling
01:51
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12. |
It Ought To Be
04:19
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Sometimes i think we could be better
On our own
But hell i don’t wanna know.
Don’t wanna sound like a tool
on a shopping mall bag.
i bite my tongue it bites me back.
Oh what a drag
it is to be 21st century.
Can’t find my keys
help me please.
i know it’s all been done
Come on can’t we all just shut up?
Sometimes i think i could be better
Dead & gone
You’re always there to say i’m wrong
thank you doll.
We like to get high
the world gets off on hating that
Make it out like we’re so bad
Oh damn what a drag
it is to see myself turn into me.
Can’t find my keys
help me please.
i know it’s all been done
Come on can’t we all just shut up?
My fault it ought to be
Soon enough we’ll all be history
to the milky way
i hope ya liked your stay here.
My fault it ought to be
Soon enough you’ll all be watching me
in the New Age
i hope you liked your stay here.
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13. |
Mississippi
03:29
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Well i’ve been trying to not care a damn bit
& i’ve been failing
cause sometimes i just feel shit
Maybe i try too hard.
But i can’t help thinking
our lives are no different
than cars & trucks & vans.
Cause no matter where you take it
no matter how you drive it
it’s gonna be totaled in the end.
So why do you obey stop signs
you’ve got two eyes.
& why do you obey those speed limits
that car can get over a hundred for a reason.
But my body’s getting miles on it
At least i hope
Damn right i hope
& your body’s in the garage
Collecting dust
Building up rust.
& i hope when i’m old
i hope i die
with my scars in sight.
Cause no story can be told
with a blank canvas on.
Mississippi’s gotta know
that it’s river divides the people up
& it sinks into their skull & it eats em up.
Mississippi’s gotta know
that it’s river divides the people up
& it sinks into their soul
& it eats em up whole.
That’s why i saw a poll say
Mississippi is the saddest state
it’s got the highest depression rate.
But how could they possibly
know that cause someone depressed like me
ain’t gonna take a goddamn survey
i ain’t gonna take a goddamn survey.
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14. |
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There’s something wrong with my head
you said
it’s like in constant regret. (at best)
An equation or two
i could use
to help me get some rest. (a cold mess)
My only alibi
for lost time
would be another lie.
All these faces around town
don’t look down
So why the hell does mine?
So honey go to your room
Yes you
Don’t want you to see
what i am gonna do.
The red stain on my sleeve
wasn’t me
Swear it was drink honey.
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15. |
Consumerism Consumes
01:55
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Jamey Wolff {inflatable lover} Maryland
Automatic Writing;
i hope these songs can be something to someone like music was & is to me
(solidarity)
Even if it's for AI, aliens or people of the future.
Light&Love&Truth > Darkness&Fear&Lies;
<333
EMPATHY
Verily, Verily, New Sincerity for Old Mary!
PS i found a way out of trauma centric quasi brain damage & IV drug use & day+night heavy drinking: if i can anyone can! Be Good to Your Self
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