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Cargo Shorts
04:08
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I don't want to get ready for it
and I don't want to go out.
Please, don't pressure me into it.
It's my time. Let me make it count.
You're only trouble that I don't need.
I don't need.
Leave me in rubble. Let me bleed.
Let me bleed.
Struggle for nothing. Break my knees.
Break my knees.
I'll put them in cargo shorts to keep them with me.
Keep them with me.
I don't want to get ready for it.
Now all my powers knocked out.
It's too hot. My AC is turned off.
Soon I'll be a stain on the ground.
You're down to double
the agony. Agony.
Make me your pupil.
Teach suffering.
Suffering.
At least it's something I'm learning.
I'm learning.
Knowledge in my cargo shorts.
They're too heavy.
Falling off me.
Hey!
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Afterlife
04:10
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I'll find myself a hole.
No one can tell me where I belong
or why I should start
fixing my broken art.
My broken art.
My broken art.
Doing dumb things for fun
until I die old.
Doing dumb things for fun
until I die.
When I lie down in my tomb,
include the things that were in my room.
I want to give it a try.
That stuff is mine.
That stuff is mine.
That stuff is mine.
I'm taking my Jaguar to the afterlife.
I'm taking my OC-3 to the afterlife.
I'm taking my golden kick drum to the afterlife.
I'm taking my Ludwig snare to the afterlife.
To the afterlife.
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Soul Clothes
02:30
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(instrumental)
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4. |
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They said it couldn't be done,
that I was mad.
Well, maybe I am
a little mad
cuz I want to control life.
Now they will see
my monster.
Two bolts on its neck.
Light it up.
It's alive
and I feel
like a God,
but something's wrong.
Sleep won't come to me.
My monster is gone.
I made you of
old body parts,
then you strangled my brother.
I'm distraught.
I really regret making you.
Now you beg for another.
No fucking way
after all of this trouble.
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5. |
Astro-Widow
03:55
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Blooming in the night;
a new star
near a satellite.
We're watching you grow
out of control
and into our homes.
The storm is everywhere;
lightening bolts
flashing in your hair
like cinema gold,
but with no hand to hold
you appear so vulnerable.
You know, an actress acts
for heart-shaped snacks.
Black widow.
Black widow.
We are damned.
Black widow.
Black widow.
It's cruel attack.
Hearts drained flat.
We're not dead yet.
We won't forget.
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6. |
Slum 51
04:31
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My alien
crashed into the sand
with his heart in his hands.
My credit card
maxed out at Walgreens.
I bought him everything he needed.
My uncle slept
while I took him in
and washed his alien skin.
I know
he's not a pet.
But I know
he is my friend.
You know?
I don't have much else.
So please don't him away.
So please don't him away.
So please don't him away.
Agent scum.
Stay out of my slum.
You're no fun.
You're not welcome.
Agent scum.
Stay out of my slum.
You're no fun.
You're not welcome.
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7. |
Ho Chi Minh
05:29
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I'm swimming down the drain pipes in Ho Chi Minh
chased by projections of dangerous men.
My subconscious wants me home.
I've seldom seen my face since I've been erased.
Running through a newsroom on broken legs.
The cameras all cut to bones.
A kick ends my dream-job in Ho Chi Minh.
Awake but I still think I'm a hologram.
When the train stops, I'm getting off.
A sailor's anchor in mid-drop.
As quickly found, as quickly lost.
Natural or digital specs of dust?
I'm sitting on my skateboard in Wenzhou
watching the sunset dive down below
a mountain. Just like home.
Street lights come on. It's so obvious
like I had asked a genie to waste a wish
on something inside a phone,
on something I've had all along,
on something I take in my soul
anywhere around the globe.
I'm home.
I'm already home.
I'm home.
I'm always home.
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(instrumental)
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Fuck Your Birthday Morgantown, West Virginia
Fuck Your Birthday is a rock duo born in Morgantown, WV and currently stretched between NYC and Wenzhou, China.
Christopher Henry - Guitar
Roman Meisenberg - Drums
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