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Stallioning
03:16
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I’m a wild roaming stallion
And I’m motherfuckin’ free
Wind blowing through my mane
Until the break of dawn
I’m on the rooftop
I’m free from the range
I’m a motherfucking stallion
I’m braying on the corner
No bets on me
Hoofs beat the ground
Until the break of dawn
I’m running in the subway
I’m jumping over tracks
And I’m never looking back
I’m sitting by the art museum, at the art museum café
Drinking a cup of coffee and eating a croissant
I’ve been in an equine state of mind
But I stare down the hillside and just sip my coffee
Until the sun goes down
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Keep It Together
02:44
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Quick arise
Sun is up
Movement stifles all regret
Cash is low
Coffee’s hot
Busses run until they stop
Tie your shoes
Stay awake
In a state of disorder!
Spit in ivy
Flex in shade
Labor in a real trade
Sit and talk
Time don’t slow
Smoke and stew, your pride demands it
Hurry up!
Sun is low
Night already, skin grows cold
Who’s a wastrel?
Who’s a waste?
You cry out for just one taste
Tie your shoes
Stay awake
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3. |
Redline
01:48
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How many municipalities are there
In the Saint Louis County
I read somewhere that there are a hundred
(are you serious?)
Are there that many of you
Are you that unique
That you need your separate schools
Firemen and police
Well excuse my ignorance
I come from way down south
And there they call it something else
Separate but - what?
I think I read it in a book
Or I heard it in a history class
Some governors down in Dixie
Didn’t like the way that they interact
But who wants to pay for taxes
In places they're scared to go
You call yourself a denizen
But you've never ridden the metro
Well excuse my ignorance
I come from way down south
And there they call it something else
Separate but
Pardon the insinuation
I can’t find an explanation
And Ferguson still is wondering if it’s
Separate but - what?
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4. |
The Fourth
01:46
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Friction between my neck and spine
Tissue grinding, it frays like twine
Sunder my brain, deconstruct my skull
kick in my face, and then you’ll see
Blood pumping veins, that move my lips
Taut vocal cords, with useless quips
Sunder my brain, deconstruct my skull
kick in my face, and then you’ll see
Placed in a magnetic machine, watch the bodies start to grow
Count the bodies and the bodies and the blood, and the centimeters it could grow
How’s the eye feel when it’s closing? Does it feel concrete?
Does it feel like the way that we’re feeling as we’re all losing our sleep?
Sunder my brain, deconstruct my skull
kick in my face, and then you’ll see
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Simple Joys
03:18
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The simple joys of disposition seem to escape me
Difference between what I want and what I need
Minds full of poison, bodies full of fumes
Running pretty close to empty
Body’s feeling pretty heavy, spirit’s feeling pretty low
All and all it’s not that great, but it’s what we know
Minds full of poison, bodies full of fumes
Running pretty close to empty
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6. |
What It Is
02:45
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I can’t tell if we’re just kids
I just don’t know what it is
It’s something about this place
I know we said that it wouldn’t be long
I know we talked about moving on
We got something left to do
Beyond that
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4244
03:50
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Devil’s Tower - way up high - close encounters - of a kind
Change of heart - that’s a start - pick my brain - pick apart
In a moment - of clarity - a hairy vision - appeared to me
Not an angel - not a dog - it said something - who cares what?
Stranded alone - isle of jazz - get me out - before I go mad
Trumpeted palm trees - saxophone reefs - tonal atoll - what a cacophony
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8. |
The Ooze
02:14
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Running down your eyelids (you know you’ve read about it)
Running down your nose (you know you’ve seen it)
Running past your lips (you know you’ve read about it)
Running to your toes (you know you’ve seen it)
I am the ooooooze
I am ever seeping (you know you felt it)
I am never sleeping (you know it sees you)
I run up your back (you know you felt it)
I fill all the cracks ‘cause (you know it sees you)
I am the ooooooze
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Untold Heights
01:13
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Open the windows
Float on out
I see the world
Cars as they go
Roads and rows
All the people
Down below
Open the windows
Float on out
I see the world
Untold heights
Bleak blue night
I pass quick
Out of sight
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Warm Skin
02:30
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I can feel a bit more calm
Let it go, let it go, let it go, go on
Just want to dip in a pool
Just want to dip in a pool
Smell the rubber burn fragrantly
Everything melts eventually
Just want to dip in a pool
Just want to dip in a pool
Sweat dripping out of every pore. Nothing but heat and UV rays. What’s my melting point? Stick, stick, stick to the flesh. I don’t even care anymore about this heat. That’s the way it is. I know, I know, I know it’s going to be really hot. Warm skin, I wanna swim. Warm skin, I wanna swim.
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Elevators & Escalators
03:42
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I’ve been down elevators and up escalators
I’ve been up escalators and down elevators
I been walking around this mall for so long, honey, I can see through the back of my head
O endless aisles, you break my heart!
O halls of marble, you recreate me!
O teeming hordes, you break my heart!
O teeming hordes, you recreate me!
I don’t feel good (I feel good)
I don’t feel good (I feel good)
I’ve been scanned by lasers and cameras
I’ve been aroused by sweet smelling colognes
Come stare at my image in the fountain, honey. Take my sticky hand and lead me home
O endless aisles, you break my heart!
O halls of marble, you recreate me!
O teeming hordes, you break my heart!
O teeming hordes, you recreate me!
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12. |
The People's Joy
01:24
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The sun was high and bruising on the fifth of May. My nose could smell the pollo and carne asada that hung in the air at the People's Joy. I could practically taste this lust for life suspended in the bubble of a moment that was about to pop.
There was a cavalcade of Volvos, pyrotechnics galore, people wheeling about on unicycles and Bug Chaser being drug on a float to the bend in the road. At the end of the parade I walked into the blood vein of the festivities, clogged with booths and revelers. Children played in bounce houses where Apop used to be. I guess independence can leave you high and dry.
I watched the mechanical bull, whirling and jerking in robotic fashion, flinging bodies onto the mat below. Not that he knew any better, but it must be hard spending your life pushing people away from you. It is said the bull nodding in agreement, saddle covered in thigh sweat. “What does red even look like?” he asked. I didn’t quite know how to answer that question.
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13. |
Time To Ride
02:52
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Been waiting round for what I know
Got time to kill, before I go
Some place called home, some place called home
Been waiting round for what I know
Stuck in a daze, same old routine
Just moving through the fog of a dream
Fuck the grass and its shade of green
Same old daze, same old routine
Seen places far, been places wide
Don’t know what lies on the other side
But now I know it’s time to ride
Seen places far, been places wide
No. Place. Else.
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