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Marmaduke
05:08
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These roots are those of trees.
We’ve grown into Sequoias.
Our roots are reaching out
to drink, information.
And soak up like a
sponge, information.
These roots were grown from seed,
in the deepest of plantations.
Our roots are stretching out to feed
on information.
If light is shining down information.
Blue Spruce. Rows like pews.
Blue Spruce. Tall as we are, strong
as we choose.
I press down on this
black spot just to see if it
bleeds. Was it worth the trouble baby?
I look into the bright sun
just to see if my eyes bleed.
Was it worth the trouble baby.
Looking at life through the
same eyes. Look out the same.
Through the same face.
This life is not a game.
Blue Spruce. Rows like pews.
Blue Spruce. Tall as we are,
strong as we choose.
I press down on this blue spot
just to see if it bleeds.
Was it worth the trouble baby?
I rub the red and white spots
from my eyes. It’s no surprise.
Was it worth the trouble baby?
These roots are those of trees.
We’ve grown into Sequoias.
Our roots are reaching out to drink
information.
And soak up like a sponge,
information.
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Oxidation
keeps the wires from working.
Re-solder those lines.
And the signal’s dead,
baby on the radio.
We’ll broadcast in waves.
The lack of oxygen
keeps the fire from burning.
Re-kindle the flame.
We’re all sinners baby.
Half of us are stained.
Somebody bathe us in love.
This is our device.
This is our machine,
and it’s made of love.
This is so divine, baby.
This is our new theme,
and it stands for love.
Broadcast love like you’re in love
because it’s love.
Somebody bathe us in love.
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3. |
Primate City Limits
03:45
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Belly full of booze
at three in the afternoon
Keep it quiet or the kids will hear
The blue wolf stood and covered
gimme gimee smothering my ears
Who do you answer to?
It’s four in the afternoon
Keep them coming yum
Oh my god
I can’t believe all the Species I see
Life in auto-pilot.
Going day to day
in cruise-control.
Roll with the punches,
go with the grain.
It’s easier than thinking.
One nation under God.
With liberty and justice.
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
Don’t bite off more
than you can chew.
Ostriches are infamous
for burying their heads.
Don’t cover up your eyes,
your ears, and mouths.
Let’s speak of evil
because it’s all around.
Living life in auto-pilot.
Every single day we lose control.
Roll with the punches,
go with the grain.
In the city, sleeping.
One nation under God.
With liberty and justice.
You see what I see, life is hell,
in the city sleeping,
under the eyes of,
the children perceive the things
we believe.
I wear a suit and tie and I,
a disguise for my absent life
I’ve lost my morals and delight
There’s nothing better than a
kamikaze bridge you’re right
You knew
We know that taxes to masses
it’s better to fight
Your shoes are untied
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4. |
Remember This
03:02
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Did it all get better?
Like you hoped it would?
My mind flies like a feather
Wandering all around the town
For me it's only gotten worse
Learning the truth hurts
The morning gravestones are
shining
Light onto your naked body
I will always remember this
For what this is
You won't ever care about this
For what this is
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5. |
Too Humans
06:24
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I like the way you water my
mind
And space is mazed our
thoughts mixed into shapes
I float in a daze everyday
Blue sky friend of mine
I might fly away any day
Blue sky friend of mine
Contagious
Those sprite eyes
Glued to mine
In define
Take a life save a life if
you can
Never thought we’d be so
focused
Camera taking a picture
Break a leg shake a leg if
you can
Never thought we
would provoke this
Everything looks like a picture
We hold hands we,
we’re comrades
In juniper land, in papal-states
I’m all black
Indirect contact
My unspoken contract
Is the loudest thing in the room
So they called you an enabler?
I consider my substance abuse a favor
Some nights I just lay and bake at the moon
And mars and the stars
And you wherever you are
What does it mean to move?
It blinds our sights and takes out our eyes
And replaces them with spies
There’s spies in our eyes
Propaganda plugs our ears
It shields our eyes It’s a proper disguise
Keep telling us lies
It’s a proper disguise
What does it mean to move?
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6. |
Perigee
04:47
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Sugar lips take your pick.
I prefer the lips of your hips.
I prefer the drip.
Does the carpet match the drapes?
Yeah baby.
Better yet, is the window open?
Flipping switches on and off.
Cause seizures.
Flipping switches on and off
just to make you shake.
Sugar lips take your pick.
I prefer the lips of your hips.
I prefer the drip.
I watch with no discretion no stance implied
A cigarette, a vinaigrette and my trusty hide.
Give the beat a chance to grow inside
Then you stand up and you stretch out
and howl into the night:
Trust your guts, they're all you've got inside.
Everything else is in your eyes.
You’ve got to stand up and do what’s right.
While everyone just runs and hides.
Lay your head back. Scream out the sounds
and the words that you want.
There is no vocabulary in this response.
Scream out the sounds and the words that you want
There is no vocabulary
How many times did you want a piece?
When I eat a peach I prefer the beach.
I climbed down your chest, that catastrophe
When you bit my neck, it made me bleed.
Spectator sports are for human beings
who are tied to the string of a woman's ring
The last time we spoke was Thanksgiving Eve
They've taken my peach
Catch no release
Trust your guts, they’re all you’ve got inside.
Everything else is in your eyes.
You’ve got to stand up and do what’s right.
While everyone just runs and hides.
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