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sizzle/bacon
05:00
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Not enough sizzle in the bacon.
Not enough glass in the potted plants.
Everyone gets the hiccups once in a while.
You try and get rid of 'em.
What calendar month is it supposed to be?
What calendar month is it supposed to be?
Not enough glass in the potted plants.
She can speak to me from anywhere on the globe,
by whispering in my ear and nibbling on the lobe.
Are my ambitions nobly affable?
Are my superstitions laughable?
Is my misery so palpable,
That I appear unhelpable?
Not enough sizzle in the bacon.
Not enough glass in the potted plants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
Ants.
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2. |
while in out
01:26
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Choo-choo train.
It's a nice, fancy choo-choo train.
What's the charge, visa?
Battery.
Throw him in the D cell!
How did it ever come to this?
Three rights and a left,
and a U-turn after the mailbox.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Uh-oh.
While you're out...
Please, pick me up some:
Cheetos,
Doritos,
some Fritos
a couple of enchiritos.
Toes wiggle.
Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee,
all the way home.
While you're out.
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3. |
compatibles (ver.1)
01:47
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Bread and Butter,
Slut and Cutter.
Bread and Butter,
Slut and Cutter.
Bread and Butter,
Slut and Cutter.
Part and parcel,
Mort and mortal.
Just taken a-
Part and parcel,
Mort and mortal.
And through the portal.
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4. |
bloody fingers
02:26
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5. |
leave me lay
02:19
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Just leave me where I lay.
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6. |
tinker table
02:31
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Oh, that monkey trouble.
When Dunston Checks In,
You check...check...check...
Check this out.
Tinkering away at the tinker table.
What sense is there to be made of this world?
If it does not toil towards my end,
then, to what end does it toil?
My eyes do not see...
They have turned to purple boils bulging out and wandering about time I took a rest of the night will be spent sleeping in my sweet, semi-private bedroom enough to breathe in, but seldom room enough to think back crooked from a long long lay in the concrete dust sleeping the sated sleep of the just one more dollar and I could have afforded you
some courtesy.
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7. |
shadow brook
00:40
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8. |
ha 'zza
03:23
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Let me lay it down for ya.
Let me lay it down for ya.
Alright,
Happiness is when the distance between you
and everything else becomes
imperceptible for a time.
Happiness is when the distance between you and everything else becomes imperceptible
for a time.
So I had this one dream...
But, before that dream,
before that large dream...
I had a brief one, on the cusp, so to speak...
In reality, I was in the garage
Listening to n0054.
That's this, that's this.
N0054.
Then I come up to read
and then hit the hay after some 'zza.
That's, that's (...)
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9. |
nighttime time
01:52
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(In fact)
I walk, irrestlessly through the doorway,
Unmarked,
Labeled...
Nighttime time.
You must always remember to wipe off that clump of dried mustard from the nozzle,
lest ye blow it onto your sandwich.
You ride around on your love,
like a magic carpet.
To take you places where bellies get filled.
Where things can be purchased,
and lived in withe the eyes and the ears...
with the eyes and the ears.
And the years and the years and the years and the years.
(In fact)
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10. |
there place
02:24
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Killer fucking crocodiles
From outer fucking space;
Fine with what they're doing,
OK with their place.
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11. |
faith rocks
01:22
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Kris Kringle cremated Christ.
Who then crystallized into crack,
croaking all the crazed and
crying christians crudely crowding creation.
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12. |
tiny space (ver.1)
01:31
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How did they get alla that in such a tiny space?
How have you been?
How would I know?
How are they gonna tell time when the sun explodes,
Or, is done exploding.
I guess you might say it'd be done exploding.
Just take a minute out from being first,
for a second for one last look/good.
Now, is there anything on cable,
Besides the bridge?
No?
Then, just stare into the fridge.
And how did they get all of that in such a tiny space?
How are you gonna tell time when the sun explodes
in your face?
I guess you might say it'd be done exploding.
I guess you might say it's be done exploding.
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Damian Webb California
Musician
From California
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