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KCHO INTRO
01:26
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CROCODILE TEARS
02:10
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crocodile tears and crocodile teeth
I'm surprised you remember how to breathe
you're a big ol man, but like a little hungry girl,
suckin down souls in the name of Fear
crocodile tears, boots made of Me,
looks like you're expecting something, maybe you should leave
take your big sad heart and your little ugly plan,
and try again on someone in the town up the street
crocodile breath and an idiot stick
don't you dare give me your wine and ketamine
she apologized deep for not fitting the plan,
he wanted romance but doesn't know what it means,
crocodile shit and a sorry summer night
man the two of them used to be so tight
they would wander and roam, singing catch me if you can
but upon her flora-fauna his fraud eyes were fixed
crocodile rue, with a crocodile guile
oh good god she wasted so much time,
he was druggin her eyes with the clown slut clan,
she cried "let me go!" and he just went "who?"
crocodile tears are the last thing you see
as his horrid kill-teeth rip into your dead neck
you'll be clawin around asking god for a hand
then your dead in the dirt but he's yelling "up here!"
crocodile tears, crocodile teeth
who in the hell taught you how to breathe?
you're a big ol man but like a little hungry girl,
gobbling souls in the name of Fear
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LUMINIZE of the LIONESS
03:25
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Looming eyes of the Lioness
I sympathize over a cigarette
please spit into my open mouth again why don't you?
The illuminated group, they paid for this
huge show crowd of 5 or 10
with your ex-boyfriend, sucking himself in the mirror
as I see this, all of the time,
heaven moves slow, heavy and low
tho it vexes, it keeps its receipts
who are you looking for?
the boring gaze of the cabaret
the embroideries and grave displays
of lionmen looping themselves in hoops of lightning
the caged entertainer clears his throat
he pulls a flute from his asshole
and blows the hook to a song he thought you'd remember
as he sees you
all of the time,
dropping him looks, throwing him dimes
which he feeds on every day
as he prays for your health and malaise
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PINK SHEEP
02:25
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everybody talking about feeling used
I'm just starting to find my muse in it
everybody talking about getting used,
I'm just starting to be quite amused by it
big breath and a half-sense of sainthood
caught the clap in the lap of sainthood
called the copy and the artifact for sainthood
wriggle out and,
big shit, black sheep, black night, I don't care
I can forfeit all the roles almost anywhere
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
pink sheep, red sheep, black sheep, I don't care
i can crush it up and smoke it almost anywhere
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
Dumb kid, quarter-mind surfer
lush in the grass, midnight binger
flex a stretch, now catch the reference
so long, sleep tight, rest sooner
heavy jaw, trench mouth, keen weapon
feel in the blue light, got service
read it in the cards, man, don't get nervous
read it in the cards and don't get nervous
big shit, black sheep, bad shit, I don't care
I'm enchained in the pains of a new way
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
black sheep, red sheep, pink sheep, I don't care
put it in the Hourglass, crush it anywhere
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
I'm a sucker for Control in a new way
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5. |
DRAWN ASUNDER
03:11
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6. |
IF I HAD A MIRROR
02:34
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7. |
NECTARINE
03:36
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Summertime Nectarine
she's so sweet, right off the vine
lazing in my youth's respite
in golden Andalusian mire
the fire of underneath my mind
rips a stick of man's design
psychic breath, Sahara death,
swaying lithe in the moony night
and I start thinking,
"why am I thinking, about anything?"
Summertime Nectarine
I'm incandescent, hungry and dire
I'd like to go on a swim with you
thru the deepest azure pool
the phantom Hand that I demand
over me with sincere teeth
hues of amber, hues of blue
crack and pop when I look to you
and I start thinking,
"THAT'S what I'm thinking--
your farmer boy, he don't know what he's growing"
and I start thinking,
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tulip of my eye you've been looking all down a constellation
you're entitled to make me bow for you and your abstract expectations
i don't know how you bargain with yourself under the table
I'm starting to think the only reason I put up with you is for sex and consolation
and that's the truth
House of your Heart, all the hedges are castrated
with 1000 ways to digress,
all of your torpor is the tulips
while your glutton is the porch cat
and the way the lights flicker on
always wreaks havoc on your psyche
big philosophies and internet decrees of "should-be"
pop like champagne glass beneath the feet of yr inner child,
that you've been ignoring
but i don't owe you,
and you don't know me
I can't complete you
and I refuse to
out on cold corners, your backs to the others, take care of yourself or you'll reap what you're sowing
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9. |
ANATHEMA'S GHOST
02:48
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Lonely Anathema's knows
way above her iron norms
the sky is glass and pallid, full
she doesn't ask what has caused it
patient Anathema's ghost
gold-headed hipster liar in drag
kills 1 fly and 13,000 more grow
she vultures a notion of what we call culture
Should we be lonely together?
probably not
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So in the middle of the dark night,
splitting hairs with no friends there,
your thoughts attack you in a new way
write one song for 1000 days
the enigma like an enema from a huge future you
sudden-grabs me by the Jeans
while chanting "PAY PAY PAY!!"
o how I'd sink how the future seems w this gun in my throat
O Billie's paying for her sins now
all delusions like a black cloud
she struck out down in Dallas,
dragged her ragged soul to L.A.
where her dreams just became more mean
while her visions of the future screamed,
"I'd love to say I knew you,
but I don't think you'll make it thru okay"
so Billie built a new life with a gun at her nose
and she sings so clearly, and she feels so near me
so thru some long endless day of night
Billie's sorting thru the picture scripts
all the old selves put on the shelf,
she hears a voice that finds her unwell
"when you climb to the top of hell yr just going down again,
no food and the rent is shit,
no end not even a dead end
so Billie built a new life with a gun at her nose
and the canvas was painted, and she felt so elated
a moony head and the glare of red
the stench of death but she owns it!
now when she rests she knows she earned it
she'll be free and won't hesitate
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11. |
THE SKY IS GLASS
03:18
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Root ourselves
across the hills
huge texan blanks
rust cross above
here they say
the sky is glass
as it tries
to kiss us flat
13 churches from the window
vulture in my bouquet of daisies
i really think i smell my armpits
getting drunk as fuck on wine in a cottage
aging, white-passing innuendo
neither one of us support it or endorse it
at least our families
don’t give a fuck
that we’re in love
So i rush
look above
the butterfly
of your eyes
it makes me blush
but I’m exhausted
the sky is glass
i hope it cracks
37 weeks until a weekend
too bad we both stranded broke artists
live on other ends of the country
thinking bout you pressing my tiddie
aging, white-passing innuendo
neither one of us support it or endorse it
its too bad we both have to go back to it
i only did it cuz u said that you would do it
at least our families
don't give a fuck
that we're in love
why we're in love
wait a minute now,
mami dropped her vaseline
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12. |
BORN DICEY
04:48
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13. |
WHEEL OF BLISS
18:34
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