1. |
gumby
02:33
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your big eyes
to me they look just like they sky
cause they're a nice brown like the ground and im
hanging upside down
if you try hard you can watch cartoons with your mind
that's why i leave my body sometimes
watching them all the time
you are a rubber mallet, i'm a can of tasty soda
you are the empire state building, i'm the state of california
you're a metal stapler and i'm a plastic antelope
you are a commercial airplane i'm a little dime bag of dope
and in the morning when u wake
and been invaded by the cranks
then i will juice them outta u
into a funnel while chew
something with lots of wholesome fibers
i could not tame my desire
for your normal head if i tried
so innocent and purified
lets watch a funny video
drink something yumy while we hold
each other very very close
until it gets to hot and so
we pray for winter and the snow
we pray for sweaters and the cold
we pray for giant stacks of candy to applaud and run around but oh no
you are a normal guy and i'm a strange demented girl
your body is your own home meanwhile mine is my own world
you are shaped like a lover
i am shaped like a caterpillar
have you heard this bossa track this shit is such a killer
i like to play games with you and talk about our feelings too
theres foam inside my <3 and now my head is foamy 2
u r a perfectly imperfect specimen and i wanted to know if sometime
(shut up)
you are a funny bubble
im a chair with just two legs
you are a pillow pet
im a rotten carton of eggs
u are an awesome dragon
im a super CD player
u r a goddam bowl of soup
imma cake with just 2 layers
u r a petting zoo
and im a sheet of stickers
u r a tube o toofpasdte
im a cookie clicker
u are a booboobaabaa i am a peepeepohpoh
lets get together and kill barney
and hold each other so close
)AHHHHHHHHHH
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2. |
cry
05:31
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tell me why my opinions are changing
to match the ones around me
have i lost all of my autonomy oh
i see that my body is changing
based on what i do and dont eat
ive been tracking my activities
and i walk, and i run
down the block, step by step
oh one by one
i skip to the rhythm of my heartbeating and
cry to the drip of this damn IV
and am i
meant to be something significant
tell me why
we all work thru the day just to pay the rent
is this right? is this a way to live forever
can i tie my
shoes to the ground and ill stay in one place
if i make too much sound if they look at my face
will they see something beautiful
or cower in disgust at the fool
who sings in shrieking to the world
the cryptic cry of feeble girls
swallowing the buzzing flies
donning 2 ribbons and three knives
n we alll feel so terrified
of our own pleasures we will deprive ourselves
cuz we cant keep our own desires just
pocket change and tattered ties
deep inside we r so empty
i can see u u r see thru
and in the morning when she sings
the cluttered migraines she will bring u
smell like tomorrows grand feast of
lye and gasoline
let there please
be a spirit above me
let there be a glorious ending
i cannot take another shitty one oh
give me
some chemicals to make this easier
ill share them with my peers, fellow victims of the balldrop
before i start the final coundown
from 10 9 8 to 2 1 0
clock strikes 12 ill be a hero
to myself ill free myself
and if i go to hell ill see all of you there
cuz we cant keep our own desires just
hobbling on flattened tires
deep inside we r so dam empty
i can see u u r see thru
and in the morning when she sings
the stomach ulcers she will bring u
feel like tomorrows bells ringing oh it is time to leave
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3. |
women make me sob
02:22
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quilt upon the window sill when will you dry out
ive waited here for 13 years youve seen the fighting and the doubt
when love came in and when it cheated marched away and slammed the door
and left me with a baby ever crying mouth asking for more
but my sweet little baby
my velvet petaled daisy
wails in agony for rest
we both are growing tired, we both begin to cry its
life for two unlucky girls
a bread baker and winner
busier than any city man
work just to make more dinner
all for my beloved little lamb
and when she looks at me i hear the answer god did try to grace
upon me raise my daughter
knowing that shell bloom a coming day
into a little lady
strong nimble and crazy
with the most intimidating glance
should anybody hurt her
im capable of murder
she will answer to no man
now i lay her down to sleep the quilt still rusting by the dusty panes
the raindrops say they love me wont you come back to me again
the sights and smells around me hold me tighter than a husband could
my angel drifting off to my chair rocking on the aging wood
(i lay her down to sleep, my jesus starts to weep)
my cheeks are growing rosy
the candle still a glowin
warms my ever screaming mind
my hand upon the crib i start to close my eyes
with my babys hand in mine
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4. |
N.B.F.
03:14
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ive got a normal bf
and he dresses like a mannequin
but ive waited so long for a man i can relate to in this way
big warm hands has my normal boyfriend
and he holds me close when we do our dance
never could i find somebody sweet enough to get it but he gets it
and when we get so close
we collide our big noses
our sense of smell is heightened like a mutated bloodhound
so i pick my guitar off the ground and he brings his flute from across town
we dont need instruments to make our special sound
ive got a normal bf
and he dresses like a mannequin
im a raccoon lady from a garbage can but he doesnt mind
curly swirly hair has my normal boyfriend
and his hygiene is so good
i reaally wanna eat him bud i dont think i shud
my boyfriends good with computers
and hes really good at calculus
he understands how machines work
stole my heart down at the birthday plus
im ok at drawing pictures
and i like 2 tickle my guitar
im attuned to my emotions
but i dress like i was just hit by a car
hes got a big brain and ive got a big heart
we like all the same cartoons music books shows and art
its like looking in to a mirror if the reflection was set to default
but its not his fault i like him that way
crazy girls like normal guys its just the way it is
Now i have a bf in ur face hes mine n i am his
i No longer give a fuck if anybody wants to talk to me
im busy
IM PLAYING WITH MY NORMAL BOYFRIEND!!
ive got a normal bf
and he dresses like a mannequin
but ive waited so long for a man i can relate to in this way
big warm hands has my normal boyfriend
and he holds me close when we do our dance
never could i find somebody sweet enough to get it but he gets it
and he gets it
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5. |
courtoom rp
04:06
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an hour and a half goes by
before the ceiling starts to rise
this isnt the room i once laid in
but a
room is a place
subject to sudden
movement and change
and there is nothing
you can erase
whats done is done
all rise while the prosecution strides in
and i could do it better although im no storyteller
there were severed hands where u prayed
for your life
and you said pls dont take my eyes
and then the verdict comes
and then the stream of piss runs
and u realize ur done
and nothing will change
this isnt something you could erase
just look sat the expression on your face
you know theyre going to rest their case
all rise while the prosecution strides in
and im no storyteller theyve got ur prints upon the letter
severed hands where u prayed
for your life
youve got it this time
severed hands where u prayed
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6. |
dani
01:49
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7. |
untitled lullaby
02:24
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when the world is all too noisy
and your eyes refuse to close
ill tell you lies i wish and pray were true
because i love you
now the cars and men outside our
window shriek in unison but
i will fold you to my breast and sing to you
untill your mind can rest ill tell you stories that one day i will make true to you
sleep as i am holding you tight
i cant promise you we wont come in harms way but
i can swear to you that ill stay
theres no easy way to exist in the present day
despite all the fires ill stay
nothing will ever trickle own into our starving mouths
but weve both got two hands for stealing
hearts to love and lungs for breathing
so forget the rats and roaches in our room
weve got a glow thats warm enough to beat the bitter cold
and now you have a hand to hold
when u r not feeling so bold ab the future
let me stich up ur sutures
feel da cat purring sow lowly
i pet ur hair so slowly
shut ur eyes well deal with it tomorrow
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8. |
astoria bound N train
01:48
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vamos a hacer un pastel muy especial
hecho de huesos del caballo
pero no te preocupes
porque este caballo es muy malvado
the evil horse calls me names
so i will make a cake with his bones
(YA OOH YA OOH YA OOH
BA BA BA BUM!!)
la mejora manera de matar a un caballo
es cortarle en el cuello
entonces tiene que quitar toda la sangre
del cuerpo y ponerla in cinco tazas con cuidado
entonces vamos a dibujar una estrella con cinco puntos
en el piso y encontrar cuatro personas
que estan dispuestas a comer un pastel hecho con huesos del caballo
YA OOH YA OOH YA OOH YA OOH
BA BAH BAH BUM!!!!
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10. |
wave
03:02
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close ur answers though
ill let you know when they know in 29 years
cold ropes
crawl up your nose
hunting down
something not to be found and you know
surely you know
your very best behavior
will bring you no savior
and im not
so sure about worthiness
im working on courtesy
thats aimed at my own sanity
and while
the trees are still crying
onto your face
leftovers from yesterdays rain
goodbye to life as we know it
the blood gets to flowing
from your back as you fall from your high
and now ive got to get going
before i start showing
my symptoms and get locked away
we were never even anything
just carolina clay
caked heavy on some poor kids knees
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