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Snap the skins, snap the forks
Snap the eggs, snap the sparks
Snap the swan, snap the gifts
Snap the broker, snap the wrists
Snap the two, snap the two
Snap the means, snap the booze
Snap the suits, snap the screws
Snap the works, snap the mules
Snap the sleep, snap the fools
Snap the two, snap the two
Burn your fingers, burn your clothes
Burn your uncle, burn your toes
Burn the screws, burn the weather
Place it in me, close it on me
Burn the two, Burn the two
It cooks right through you
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Pulled Apart, Spit Upon
02:25
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Infesting the streets with their hairspray lies
Slaughter with a hammer and spray-paint the skies
Pulled apart, spit upon.
You’ll need a disguise
No one walks around without a good lie
Pulled apart, spit upon
You’ll need to get high
No one talks of love with a knife in their eye
Are you the barrier?
Are you the carrier?
Are you the foreigner?
Are you the coroner?
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Dar es Salaam
03:46
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I was minding my business
Eating and sleeping
At the W, X, Y and Z
When a man came over
Gave me a clover
And asked
Why are you staring with me?
Chewing Boy Scout bubblegum
Or sneaking snacks in the prison yard
I’ll take just the facts
Painlessly
You can keep your blankets of heat waves
Your umbrellas for shade
Your tambourine mule skin
And your wayfaring pose
Cuz the preacher has a sock
He keeps his stash in there
The evidence is clear
But the law don’t even care
He signals with a sound
A sound that is so rare
He’s the last great captain of
Xenophobia
He’s perching on a box
He’s licking up his chops
He’s underneath a chair
His vacation spot is there
He ponders at the moon
He’s afraid of silver spoons
He sleeps with one I shut
And walks with John Wayne’s Strut
But you couldn’t be more right
About how wrong you are
Here comes a dog that bites
He claims you broke the law
Without a judge in sight
There’ll be a meeting in the bar
The barkeeps uptight
He doesn’t like your type
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Just Pretend
04:53
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I wrote upon the paper and I road upon the lands
I rewrote the fire that drew up the plans
And the source code was empty of all of the new commands
Because the witness held the fire in both of her sure hands
There’s no recourse for the envy if you want to just pretend
There’s no fire in the substance when all of this just ends
There are tires and pliers in jokes that are in the stands
There’s a long-distance fire that is burning up the plans
I’ve got recourse and envy in each of my sure hands
I’ve got ten tons of witness for all of this pretend
You can’t live on pure junk juice throughout the long weekends
Cuz the fire just grows higher when we live in just pretend
The witness is for higher and the jokes are on command
Like the embassy fires that burn in the highlands
You can witness tightening pliers as they tighten up your hands
Your recourse for higher is not an all good plan
Sell all your substance and sell both of your hands
Sell the great refugee until this world will end
I’ll write up a new song to sing it on weekends
I’ll kill all the substance and then we’ll just pretend
Cuz the fire has grown higher than anyone had planned
And this gross misdirection is so we can pretend
That my witness, your substance, is made out of skin
To grow higher than the fire that burns on the weekends
This junk juice is for liars and nothing that I miss
I rewrote the source code to let it all pretend
I long for the new time wonder and begin
To grow higher with the fire and the new found substances
For the liars who are higher than all the best of friends
The witness I fire will now meet the end
Of refugee substance with junk juice just for friends
Can you witness my new lyre as it sings in misty mist?
Your refugee is for higher singing songs about the end
Don’t relapse on my heart strings and government weekends
Don’t pander to the lyres when my song begins again
I’ll start up a new song to create a brand-new end
I’ll consecrate a new world with some junk juice from a friend
I’ll designate a fire to burn up it again
Let’s relegate the lyres to play it from begin
They’ll play their junk for higher and then we’ll just pretend
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In my two car Garage
Between her Honda and my Dodge
I’ve got my B&B
For my BBC
‘Cuz it’s a beautiful Life
Oh, it’s a beautiful Life
It’s a beautiful Life
I’ll wear fantastic ‘til the last stitch
It’s a beautiful life
My patchwork is not made of plastic
It’s a beautiful life
My open arms are filled with magic
It’s a beautiful life
I’ll wear fantastic ‘til the last stitch
It’s a beautiful life
[Break]
‘Cuz it’s a beautiful Life
Oh, it’s a beautiful Life
It’s a beautiful Life
I’ve got your gold and I’ve got your cashmere
It’s a beautiful life
I’ve got kisses for your ears
It’s a beautiful life
I’ve got whispers for your tears
It’s a beautiful life
I’ve got arms of magic
It’s a beautiful life
‘Cuz it’s a beautiful Life
Oh, it’s a beautiful Life
It’s a beautiful Life
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A part-time cabal. A fusion of assemblage art, hurly-burly, bedlam, disquiet and poetry. Indie music, art, writing and
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