1. |
Problem Play
01:58
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at the churning chamber,
at the churning chamber...
every day
acting out a problem play
but my outrage is a finite thing
photokeratitis from a phone screen
I rub my eyes like I could get them clean
get 'em clean
but my outrage is a finite thing
but my outrage is a finite thing
I don't want to any more,
nothing happened -
I just got bored
I just got tired,
and bored
I just got tired,
and bored
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2. |
Soft
02:51
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when the battery dies,
I don't wanna replace it, no
found a notebook,
with dates,
and numbers,
and columns,
and rows
and I wanna learn
how to be soft
I wanna learn
how to be happy
being soft
when the battery dies,
tuck it under the sink,
forget about it,
it's not helpful,
to be feeling so awful
to be feeling like this
and I wanna learn
how to be soft
I wanna learn
how to be happy
being soft
oooooooooo
and I wanna learn
how to be soft
I wanna learn
how to be happy
being soft
I wanna learn
how to be soft
I wanna learn
how to be happy
being soft
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3. |
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What kind of woman am I?
Is it such a crime
To have loved before you?
To have tried
My best
To make it through
With the information I had at the time?
Oh but moths do stupid things
The closer they get to the light
I got the gun aimed at my foot
As I look you dead in the eyes
I love you
God help me, I do
But you'd be better off
Without my past haunting you
Even you gotta admit it's true
Walking along the beach
Mascara running down my eyes
Who do I beseech
To answer my anguished cries?
I don't mean to be untoward
St. Joan Crawford
But please, lend me your indomitability
Or I'll surely
Throw myself into the sea
And take everything with me
What kind of man are you?
It’s about time
Your words become proofs
Did you lie
To me
Or fail to follow through
On the promises you made at the time?
Oh but flies do stupid things
The closer they get to the web
One minute over confident
Then you’re hanging by a thread
You love me,
God help you, you do
But you’d be better off
Without my past haunting you
Even you gotta admit it's true
Walking along the beach
Mascara running down my eyes
Who do I beseech
To answer my anguished cries?
Where's my award
St. Joan Crawford?
I let the audiences drink up
My latest fuck up
When I realized the heartstrings that linked us
Were nothing more than catgut
Does it make you want to laugh or cry
To see the mascara pour from my eyes?
The lipstick smeared on my face
Playing out my public disgrace
Is it grotesque
The state I'm in?
Humoresque
For solo violin
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4. |
Lustre
01:58
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he's talking queer theory at me
testing the waters
although these waters are flattered;
you're a twenty-nothing twink
do you really wanna drink
from the well of thirty-something disappointment?
but I've been feeling like I lost my lustre
so showing me I'm still something to lust after,
it felt good -
...but I'm not gonna be your daddy
(not gonna be your daddy)
eventually you get the hint
that I'm not really into it
... but thanks for thinking I was fit
'cause I'd been feeling like I lost my lustre
so showing me I'm still something to lust after,
it felt good -
...but I'm not gonna be your daddy
(not gonna be your daddy)
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5. |
Rondel
02:37
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I'll be at your beck and call
I wanna get it on with you
I think of all the things we can do
and boy I wanna do them all
oh kiss me up against the wall
you show me that you want me too
I'll be at your beck and call
I wanna get it on with you
waiting for the sun to fall
and then we can turn the black sky blue
every night we'll bind our bodies anew
fucking in the crepuscule
I'll be at your beck and call
I wanna get it on with you
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6. |
Limiter
02:14
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the only thing I dread more than your messages,
is the day when I won't get them at all
- it's no basis for a relationship
I set so many boundaries,
but I can't bring myself to put up a wall
it's a dumb and tired metaphor
still, I can't be the one that you call
I limit my exposure
and I feel like an arsehole when I hold you at a distance
and I don't want to be the one who listens
maybe you'll write a song about my cruel indifference?
The way I wrote this song about my cruel indifference
but I can't offer you solace,
truth is, you make me anxious
I have to limit my exposure
I limit my exposure
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7. |
Pareidolia II
02:44
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stain on the subway seat,
are you looking at me?
twisted face in that rusty brown
are you looking at me?
enemy, sat across
blemish upon upholstery
I see him leer at me, I see, I fear
I know it's only in my mind,
I know it's just a trick,
I know that there's a word for this
but I can't remember what it is
I keep seeing evil everywhere,
keep seeing illness everywhere
paranoia, pareidolia
I keep seeing omens everywhere
my eyes are liars, liars
I keep seeing evil everywhere,
keep seeing illness everywhere
paranoia, pareidolia
and the stain on the seat across from me
is the shape of a face spewing disease
oh god
I keep seeing evil everywhere,
keep seeing illness everywhere
paranoia, pareidolia
I keep seeing omens everywhere
my mind's a liar, liar
I keep seeing evil everywhere,
keep seeing illness everywhere
paranoia, pareidolia
and the stain on the seat across from me
is the shape of a face spewing disease
oh god
I keep seeing evil everywhere,
keep seeing illness everywhere
paranoia, pareidolia
I keep seeing omens everywhere
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8. |
Grudge Unmatch
02:21
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the pettiest grievances
I got a coterie of nemeses
it's an imagined slight
by an imaginary enemy
it's a lifetime spent accumulating wounds
and I pick I pick I pick at them
and I pick I pick I pick at them
and I say;
no more
get patched
it's a grudge unmatch
no more
that's that
and it's a grudge unmatch
and I say
and I say
and I say;
no more
get patched
it's a grudge unmatch
no more
that's that
and it's a grudge unmatch
it's a lifetime spent accumulating wounds
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9. |
Ludere Causa Ludendi
02:50
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gotta stop feeling
like I gotta level up
like there's gotta be some meaning
some potential that I'm failing to fulfil
there's no way to win
there's no way to win at this
there's no way to win
all of us, only here to
play for the sake of playing
you play for the sake of playing
to play for the sake of playing
we play for the sake of it, that's all
I play for the sake of playing
you play for the sake of playing
to play for the sake of playing
we play for the sake of it, that's all
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10. |
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what are stars?
what are stars?
who can know?
who can know?
who are we?
who are we?
lights in the dark
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