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Be a Tree...Che?
01:19
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Well, we destroyed each other's lives, but the memories won't die so I'm writing this thing like it's a tragicomedy cuz it's not ending happily tonight. Everything about you is divine. Under these circumstances you can never be mine but if you'd come with me we'd still be breathing heavily & we'd be the ones passing out the time. My nightmare's a dream come true; you got me chasing after you. Well if you weren't my muse I would have nothing to lose & by the burning in my heart I'd be consumed...I'm always dreaming about you too...please don't hate that I miss you cuz when you're not with me I sing more spiritedly so I guess you'll always be my Beatrice.
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Summer's Over
03:32
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Summer's over so I can start losing my dreams. It was over as soon as I sentimentalized everything. It officially ended when I started grinding my teeth & now that it's over I'm waiting my chance to breathe all the progress we made, nothing is better than those early days when we had nothing to lose & everything to gain & now that everything's dying I'm going insane. Summer's over & I'm sick of singing in rhyme, summer's over & i'm sick of playing in time & now that it's over I gotta move on with my life, I can't believe that it's over I just wanted you to be mine. If there's a chance just give me a sign. I can't help it I'm staying up all night thinking about those wrongs that felt so right. You were looking for yourself but I was in your sight & I think I got cancer from being in the spotlight. You're seeping into my body & I can't rid myself of you, how easy I keep forgetting if only I was weatherproof, how easy I'd be forgetting if only I could change the truth. Well fuck the truth. I just want you to end the cold with your warm hold.
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Speaking of the Devil
01:37
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Let's just get one thing straight: we're all victims of supporting the hate. Pent up aggression we generate while somehow I'm forcing you to relocate. Please understand that I don't wanna relate. I look at you and feel like I'm to blame, I look at you and feel we all look the same, I'm telling you it's a crying shame I'm telling you that I'm sick of playing this game. You don't deserve this, no ma'am, we are to blame. I am to blame. This is something I'm trying to escape, not down with the idea of being a slave. I wanna tear down the wall that separates, but I'm a victim programmed to be afraid. Don't take it personal, I understand why it's me you have to hate.
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Bollywood Ending
02:19
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I want the nights that you moved for me, I work the weekends cuz you're not free & I missed the sneak preview & the matinee & now you act all indie cuz we made dialogue that sounded like a movie that ended up not so innocently sobbing & luckily for you no one was recording so I got up & made some tea. I don't have the skills for filmmaking baby, but you I just developed the ones for making you crazy. Besides, movies only remind me to just keep on dreaming. Well I dream of a bollywood ending where I love your burning heart. I miss it when beams. Let me dance with you the worse you've ever seen. Only cuz it's so god damn convincing you will let me get in on the fiery loving. So what'll it be then baby? Let's work some red carpentry & then we can thank the academy.
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Fucking Honestly
03:17
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I got her to stop popping pills & now she gets her fix from being on the pill. It's where she feels in place it's her sanctuary space. I taught her her limits & now she won't eat but she'll take her pill when her stomach's empty & she lies to me about taking it still. Well I wanna be your alpha male & i don't care who I have to fight: I'll put your mom in a body bag if she doesn't think I'm a good guy & I know we think alike because our heads are all up in the same air: we have honest thoughts because our minds or so god damn similar.
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Dear Allie
02:51
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I'm sleeping in the hammock now that held us in the summer--the one where we showed each other how to make it last much longer--I woke up with a ruffled head 7 kept thinking about you, I woke up you weren't in my bed cuz your my li'l chimera. Just the other day I made you a tape, you played it until it made me sick a thousand times a day filling in the blanks just hoping everything's okay. I felt you didn't wanna hear what I originally said here & I just wanna please your ear/become your guilty pleasure cuz I'm psychic about you dear but never thought to tell you you mess with my head every night & then I fall in love with you. You slip through my head every night & leave without a trace except when I assert my masculinity in a place I can't replace. I keep writing you never-sending words--you keep on spilling out on paper--made another tape, check your mail today so I can start forgetting how to remember. Idle fucking hands, I suppose they're not so fucking good, but you had a field day with them I'm sure. Until we get to spring, this is everything. Even if it doesn't have the cure. Even if it's Friday and I'm in love & you won't see me, the end'll justify the mean.
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I'm Not Calling You
02:02
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Holy Hell!
04:39
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I heard that hell exists & if I were you I'd take my word for it cuz I only caught a glimpse but it looked pretty intense. I'm not a satanist but her voice sounded like heroin & I got lost in it and I was convinced. I'm told that god exists cuz she makes me make my muse sick but I guess she also gave us Kurt Vonnegut. He's up in heaven now singing every word he knows & he gets to the point & it goes like this: repent I'm coming home & there's nothing you can do to keep me out. I'll remember your face when I'm chained to a goddamn burning lake & I'm sinking like a ston one million times a day. I know where I'm going: to hell with the puritans cuz I'm gonna live my life with conviction. Repent I'm coming home & there's nothing you can do so give me hell. There's nothing you can do to save yourself. Serpent get off your throne cuz I'm dreamin' for you now. I feel fast & hard & there was no one even there to wake me up but I brought my guitar so I can work my way back up. Oh I'm singing this song at the gates of hell tonight & we're singing along at the gates of hell tonight. At the gates of hell we will wait every night. When you feel it swell you will get your endless night.
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Peas & Cheese
01:50
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Can't read uh-huh, still can't believe it's obvious. Exist oh yeah one day be dead fine line between. Hear my primal scream: can't hate everything...life's a conscious stream makes sense in dreams & isn't as cool as it seems. Funny, ain't it, ain't it funny? We disagree. Do comedy? Don't know, can't think, can't eat, can't sleep. One more primal scream can't change anything...life's a conscious stream--makes sense in dreams--& isn't as cool as it seems.
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Mind Yr P's & Q's
04:05
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Coffee beans, ground up through & through, recycled & reused, a morning-after screw, but the headache I have now reminds that I was never really into you. & you are hiding from me a dirty little secret that not even your mother knows cuz she can't always keep you protected. & this is what I get, you can call it payback, but let's just say your secret ain't so secret anymore.
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ice age records Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
smoke cops, kill weed
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