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Practice
01:57
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liquor sup liquorice cane,
clever souls aim high.
analog purity drops out,
waves you goodbye.
suddenly you drop your Lego,
it's sparklin' witness doris pine.
exorcise our days to better,
so we could feel fine.
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2. |
New Holland Scum
07:19
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coronets of flax have anchorage in a bottle
New Holland is always the same
trim lawns, low roofs in flames,
flannel bust like whip flickin' stigmatizes the tastes.
skinny trunk, skinny calves in white leggings -
icing of bright skin tones,
you wear to cover dem bones.
coronets of flax have anchorage in a bottle
New Holland remains the same
for our friends in need
this berth is a tart to eat.
catalog homes, crystal lakes
at your fingertips or close
daily affairs, funny soundin' after dark,
for our friends in need
this berth is a tart to eat.
bang schwinn bicycle frames,
see your kin's eyes in flames,
as they watch you spittin', playin native dork.
for our friends in need
this berth is a tart to eat.
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3. |
Orphan shit
07:54
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you say new holland is great
so where are you.
you say new holland is great
so where are you now.
expectations got u outta nest,
found disadvantages of livin outta town.
let friends get tired of being surrounded with these
nymphos, catholics, hoes, distant relatives.
legion of aunties; same lifetime sentences:
get yourself a girlfriend. right?
there she is,
with flame for not just music, overemphatic,
u glad u found a synchro:
screamin enthusiastically hip-squirtin girl
proud premiant of hufflepuff goes:
"wanna see my blog?"
"no thanks, i've seen enough."
poser. i could read it in her eyes,
from now on i'm sure lip-deep interests are just a lie.
then there appears
something clever within writin shit:
"doris has goals!"
says everyone he's dealin with.
sure, but only has one pure talent
for makin bad decisions,
and usually dismissin real bright big things
and give space to one-liners,
ostensibly meets their purposes
four-chord choruses.
somehow he's happy with his precious little life
we can be sure, along with his friends,
he'll one day rest in fervid hands.
Analogy of how brave knight gets harder skin,
but one with disability to instantly turn mild again.
raw teen relevants,
investin' dem rations in fresh-smelling brands,
self-provided businesses
and he still treats scars exes got him,
every single stitch he tears out turns into:
"mum, doris called me a bitch!"
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4. |
Follies
04:22
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tennis-clad royalty-raised kids
peckin the sceneries,
with pink castles slip to kitch
build different kind of heresy.
torn pants adversary
all off the chain,
has pair of slippers of panda paws,
lapps the fine hennessy.
his house now ruins the place you loved.
spittin on life you used to live.
unbounded wolfs now start to run,
hunt down the cult of tawdry myth
torch men with hot-tub in their arteries,
arogance, that sucked out all the fun.
there is no need to talk at all,
but I do sometimes-
there is no need to talk at all,
but I do sometimes-
there is no need to talk at all,
so I apologize if my optics's crooked-
since when this place started turnin' to canada.
since high-beaks of his kind set
this fuckin halo 'round his head.
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5. |
Youth (Diamonds)
03:17
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we ride down the steel park slide,
we're home, observin'
the youth going by
the blue crane passes the glade,
he brings you the diamonds.
we ride down the steel park slide,
we're home, observin'
the youth going by
the blue crane passes the glade,
he brings you the diamonds.
they're toastin your birth,
across the garden comes the octopus
to tell, that there's a tune
that's comin' from the house,
it's eleanor the grizzly bear princess,
we ride down the steel park slide,
we're home, observin'
the youth going by
the blue crane passes the glade,
he brings you the diamonds.
they're toastin your birth,
across the garden comes the octopus
to tell, that there's a tune
that's comin' from the house,
you know, the doorbell.
It's eleanor the grizzly bear princess,
she brought you the diamonds.
we ride down the steel park slide,
we're home, observin'
the youth going by
the blue crane passes the glade,
he brings you the diamonds.
go ahead, blow out the candles,
wish to blow the tea n make some fuss,
dizzy fellas, fuzz n drive,
audience has enough of us.
hello, your work is real touch,
so we brought you the diamonds.
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6. |
Colton
07:22
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sun-kissed girl has all she needs,
lakers cap, trapped dancin, chatterin teeth,
has raspberry wine-like liquor
in a glass as tall as Colton Pine.
wallow on a lawn of kermit green,
brilliant friends from catalog, livin a dream
crooked.
but tryin to get into it.
same bar we've been at these years no longer fits.
tragedy.
what's your life like, brother?
it's hard hearin others tellin you to move on,
start some new shit, get a life,
act like J.C. did.
ain't quite that hard
our stuff to make impressions with
colton from a past - bloody rascal, remember him?
stick to your junior skin,
to your junior skin.
relentless craving to live like those we listen to,
odds, totally cool, always tend to disobey the rules.
sell a shirt - spend profit on downmarket tools,
spittin cheap puzzlement that hides lack of aptitude.
any of those, except the last thing wasn't true,
stay harder than stallone, play it cool.
constantly missin' opportunities of shit to finish,
last attempt ended watching Death Proof, tasting glenfiddich.
Not gonna carp - busy working, without a doubt.
Even I keep saying: "man, two weeks - album out."
give us new priorities, so we can laugh 'em off,
a hundred different reasons for being unable to move for days,
weekend house and orgies in non-sexual way
noone but gordon would be proud of.
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7. |
Practice cont.
02:34
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8. |
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kevin mccallister, consider yourself
a ginsberg of this generation.
next time we should know, which phrases to use
to describe what we want.
white tees to draw on, fake tatoos
will surely keep those art rats from killin us
once for all.
too soft for wu tang,
too shallow for sigur ros,
constantly miserable type like my granny was.
still trust the talent is more than sales strategy.
still litter four-eyed ray ban artillery, but
honestly i never squeezed a nickel out of this
materials for losers and psycho-therapists,
that only strenghtens my own dignity, flannel bust,
gauffer in a red hot kiln, which you better touch
with oven mittens only. with oven mittens only-
oh, with oven mittens only.
that throbbin' chest, mouth wide, can't read it up at twelve
in arcticles as hard as indie critics vomit in a cup.
and later you read the bonfires in your head
and once again believe in clan of undead.
it's clean as the Shadowfax yet risin' off the mud,
moonstruck nutcases they suck in growin' up.
trembling mr. wilson's lawn, eatin' away his luck, so.
So we just had a little chat and guess who's now
the boredom contest winner and the night life killer,
would you mind start livin'?
boy, where's your honor at.
it calms you down this feeling you're done with finding
a girl that makes you think all of your shit is diamond
and pass-the-salt evenings with your pack a priceless.
So treat your best mate like he was your brother.
all the children grow old for years
you waste waste waste
back then slightly appeared in flashing light,
you're still minor inside.
it's alright, shooting fireworks is a kiss for a town
you are leaving.
outside the birds highlight:
you're not a waste of time,
oh, you're not a waste of time.
all the children grow old for lies
you say say say
back then slightly appeared in flashing light,
you're still minor inside.
it's alright, shooting fireworks is a kiss for a town
you are leaving.
outside the birds highlight:
you're not a waste of time,
oh, you're not a waste of time.
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