1. |
Four Days
02:25
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Eight gods in four days keep her calling out for you
Split on a stranger every way I’ve misused
The boys watch you get off
making it like toy Supermen
crying for their candidate
through balled up fists and outstretched hands
Too strung out to be relied on
scratch towards a recognizable face
Grin like chalk, your pockets still damp
Spotlight exaggerates idiot grace
An act’s an act by the second scene
For every gain a sinch of the waist
She slipped a wish into each drink
for the luck and for the taste
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2. |
After The Flood
02:59
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On two for control, got her hand under my jaw
She said that she wanted it bad, how could I have wanted it more
but it’s nothing I’d admit to anyone but you
Why bother remembering what I was trained to think
With her legs wrapped around and her back against the sink
and I think to wonder, and then I reconsider
You tap your thumbs like
revelation guns and I like it
After the flood, an idol unto itself
Recall thirty for a high, you know I’m never at rest
You’re not too, am I making the lies obvious enough for you
to want some piece of the truth
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3. |
Score
03:56
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I thought you were picking up
I thought you were trying to score
You said you were making a play
I thought you said there was more
I thought you might make a call
I thought you were wrapping up
Check in your little black book
You said you were fixing us up
I thought you were sweating too
I thought you might cop an 8
Punch a couple numbers in
no position to negotiate
I thought you had it taken care of
Just waiting for to cash a check
You said you were taking care of us tonight
You know we're good for it
I thought you were sweating too
I thought you might cop an 8
Punch a couple numbers in for us and
we'll be on our way (x2)
I thought you were trying to score
I thought you was in the cut
You said you wanted a good time
You said you were taking care of us
I thought you had it taken care of
I thought you were trying to score
You ain't out of favors yet
Make the call and take one more
I thought you were good for it
I thought you were trying to score
You ain't out of chances yet
Make the call and take one more
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4. |
Rope
02:58
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Keep time pleasing you confidential
I live better for you on my back
Force on me your potential
Compensate for what I lack
Can’t see past your nylons
Mama, promote me to my knees
Let me know I gotta learn
Who am I to back out now
You told me never to call you by your name
Well it’s hard to talk with this rope in my mouth
How is it you chose me
Shook me like the devil
I thought to myself
As you’re changing in the mirror
Keep me in a collar
We can’t see eye to eye
Test me on my worth
Leave on the light
You told me never to call you by your name
Well it’s hard to talk with this rope in my mouth
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5. |
Function
03:53
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Not gonna put my love in the hands of God
Not gonna leave my spirit in palm of love
My woman wades through telltale signs
Photographic memories, accurate or not
These petty male jealousies, automatic stop
I've gotta function
You've gotta make it, real
Not gonna publish my health at the center of the plot
Not gonna leave my spirit in the palm of love
Your horoscope told you it was time
Sensation as always, wide awake and cocked
Reacting to reactions, driving a clean shot
I've gotta function
You've gotta make it, real
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6. |
Enthusiasm
02:59
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I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to
This can be easy if you let it be
but you wanna bite and hiss like that
No, I’m not your father baby
Who are you trying to resist?
Not me, not me, not me
Be a friend and step on my hand
Stranger to weakness
Be a friend and spit on my chest
Sweeter than kindness
Cut me open, enthusiasm
Hope you weren’t joking, enthusiasm
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7. |
Scatterbrain
02:34
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Get it together scatterbrain
Every time I open my eyes I’m waking up again
The air is new and loud, you can hear it from heaven
and underground too
If I am blind then I can hear
creation announcing light
and I can see it, clearly
Don’t you get it scatterbrain
Gasping electric and exhaling again
There’s a pulse that follows you even when you sleep it flutters
and it contributes its rhythm
Stress and hum, it measures your lungs
Really grasp it, scatterbrain, scatterbrain
Stress and hum, it points to the sun
Really grasp it, scatterbrain
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8. |
Orange
03:21
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Lit up at a bar in Little Cambodia
Two Mai Thais from some old soldier
Sharing bits of his long standing traumas
and spitting seeds of the orange
Looping pained expressions on part time criminals
Users asking where did the time go
Didn’t you say you were still laying low
Spitting seeds of the orange
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9. |
Bleeding Thumb
02:00
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Everything is lost and nothing will be recovered
Which of us is willing to hear the other
How do you do it, just make it up as you go?
Resigning to it, wearing your savage’s halo
and sucking at your bleeding thumb
Running up a limit, I’m still running on smoke
It’s a cold game, a forgotten name in the post
Sucking at your bleeding thumb
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10. |
Begging Mercy
04:47
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I’ll bury my head and grab at means for you to love me
With your hands or your lips, with your waist, your teeth, your money
Starving errors or confidence and screaming at the dawn to wait
“This house has too many doors,” I hear inside as your eyes dilate
Begging mercy at the sun
Sleep facing the West, and close up the blinds to the daylight
Cover my face, I’m not coming down for you this time
Starving errors, conflicted and screaming at the dawn to wait
Can’t hear nothing but my chest heaving, you grab my thigh as your eyes dilate
The sky is held up on strings that break one by one at the slightest touch of struggle
It’s hard to realize organic beauty in constant decay
but you don’t need it anyway
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11. |
onedayatatime
03:44
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You can pull my hair and call me nancy boy
cuz I can’t fix the car and I won’t swing first
if it’s nothing that I don’t enjoy
and I nod to agree
I don’t need any new friends to help me exercise
some sense of hospitality, no,
they won’t get a rise up outta me
Escaping these identities, toeing the white line
Effacing these identities, one day at a time
We don’t aspire to real life, theatre, cinema
doctrine, theory and confidence
are still more than enough, don’t you believe
I can learn to love the job, cops and representatives
The more I lose, the more I grin,
I’m taking my cash incentive shamelessly
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