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Gorilla Glue
05:00
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We lived our lives under the weather.
Gorilla Glue held us together.
Splinters packed the empty space.
Blister packs kept me awake.
Then the last ones that can stand you.
They've had all that they can take.
And you don't speak ‘cause you don't want to explain
why you're always the one in the way.
There's never much to talk about
when the bottom’s dropping out.
We’ll remain the best of friends.
Let nothing change but the address.
Then the last ones that can stand you.
When they've heard all they want to take.
No one understands that you've got a hell
gonna swallow heaven.
And you'll never get out of the way.
When you see her back around.
When you see her coming around.
When you see she's back around again.
Tell her there’s no life after death and
Please dont text me questions anymore.
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Drug Court
05:06
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She says. She says. She says.
She's sick of circling the drain.
The PO’s pissing down on her again.
She says. She says. She says.
She's sick of circling the drain.
PO said she needs to find new friends.
Just like everything that's solid.
She will sublime into the air.
Leave behind the way she used to care.
She said she's sick of screaming into echo chambers.
Like an unhinged holy roller.
She says she's sick of explaining away
my saving graces.
She says I hope you find your place.
I hope the drug court takes your case.
We’ll meet again in outer space.
When the supermoon comes into phase.
Wish youd give in show some grace
Take me home and keep me safe.
It was never meant to be that way.
It’s the end of the post-atomic age.
I hope you find your proper place.
I hope the drug court takes your case.
We’ll meet again in outer space.
When the supermoons comes into phase.
Wish you’d give in show some grace
Take me home and make me safe.
It was never supposed to be that way.
It’s the end of the post-atomic age
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Cosmic Eyes
04:30
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They're so solid I’m so severed.
I'll never understand forever.
Never understand the static.
The world comes at me so uneasily.
Time goes by me so unkind.
I’ll never understand their patience.
They’ll never understand my pride.
I cant mix in no more with the hometown crowd.
They talk too much and they talk too loud.
I’ll never understand their indignation.
They speak in only grunts and sighs.
For the want of a place I could crawl away.
Where the boys in the back didn’t call my name.
Something I could call my own.
With cosmic eyes and a communist soul.
For this I fell from grace.
For this I fell from grace and may not last another day
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4. |
Porter Rockwell
04:57
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Transmissions going down.
All the demons in the wires.
The distance between us rises like a phoenix from the fire.
I can see it in her eyes as they melt to new horizons.
Then the beast inside me staggers out
ignites the silver lining.
And I’ll juggle chainsaws swallow lit razor blades
break out in nervous laughter on the ledge.
There’s a place down there in limbo
where the graceless, grubby kids go.
They swallow pride like ipecac.
Shoot sacrilegious smack
Back through the mainline that bleeds
to the heart of any goodness
in those bad seeds
Set your standards high enough and
You’ll never have to reach them.
When the LCD goes black
And you’re there beside me sleeping.
Like a perfect perfect storm.
I’m the perfect Porter Rockwell.
I will not be ignored
and I will not be forgotten.
On a horse with a book of Mormon
and two loaded pistols.
Blow the heads off real and perceived enemies.
When the truth is gone.
When the truth is gone we’ll talk that shit about
Where it's at and where it is.
When the future blows the past to bits.
We’ll hold it shut with safety pins.
When the colors fade we’ll kill the schemes
bleat on the kicking
and kill the dreams.
But please don't let them
let the good lord
Take the things I hate from me.
Who would want to live forever
Unless they’re evil or insane.
Sit there look dumb talking about the weather
another goddamned football game.
I’ve got a lot of ties to sever
But by god I’ll get there in the end.
Who would want to live forever
Unless they’re evil or insane.
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Space Ghost
Walked in they was playing my favorite song.
It went on and on.
It went on and
Walked in they was playing my favorite song
It went on and it went on and on.
Dawn broke with Space Ghost and a cigarette.
Suburbia showed me
Every paycheck brings you closer to death.
Dawn broke with Space Ghost and a cigarette.
Good lord I miss you.
You were there when there was nobody left.
I could never stay right for long.
When it all goes wrong then it all goes.
I could never stay right for long.
When it all goes wrong it all goes wrong.
Saint Paul was saved on the way to Damascus.
I’d rather be a pile of rubble than a pillar of salt.
The junky maintains while the dopeman gets paid
And it goes on and it goes on.
The junky maintains while the dopeman gets paid.
It goes on and on until it's all gone.
Nagasaki Sky
We came armed with hard luck
sketchy friends and broken dreams
and words that were born to be eaten
We came dressed in pristine white muscle tees.
Blessed with strength and speed.
We swore that they’d never stop speaking.
He was preaching to the sanctified.
I’d been smoking creeper weed all night.
Drunk since mid-July.
All he could talk about was Los Alamos.
How the heat of the explosion
turned the desert sand to glass.
All he could talk about was the atom bomb.
How the first one was to end the war.
Then another for the boys who were not coming home.
And Robert Oppenheimer cried.
And Prometheus was tortured until the end of time.
And we danced on VJ day while they counted who was left alive.
Under the Nagasaki skies.
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