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Salty Attitudes
01:11
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salty attitudes have we . overwhelming they can be . if you listen one more time . you might learn a thing or three . if you only had a nickel for every time they said fuck off . you know you’d be a rich man, babe, today . with my similes and metaphors i could write just the right lies . that tell me how i’m gonna die . today
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Credit
01:24
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well, i’ve been living on borrowed time . pretty soon they’re gonna take me away . if only i had someone in my arms . maybe i could chase the doctors away . they say that i’m a little bit absurd . i open my mouth, stupid shit it comes out . if only i could write the right romantic lines . maybe then you’d listen to me . i strike a match on a tender plank . i dig a hole for my early grave . that certain someone isn’t me this time . i throw a fit, commit another mistake . they say that i’m a little bit absurd . i open my mouth, stupid shit it comes out . if only i could write the right romantic lines . maybe then you would talk to me . maybe then you’d listen to me
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on cliff’s edge of a shambled world . there stands a weary version of them . belongings packed and at their feet . the destination is uncertain . she’s charting out the wreckage past . cities returned to mother nature . and far beyond the tired stares . horizon greets the barren badlands . we face planted misery . but we can start an anti-revolution . and we could both be tired together . she’s tired of the sleepless moons . and rusty joints a constant nightmare . he’s tired of his shattered thoughts . and hell on earth a rearview mirror . now as we bid this world farewell . and reboot on the last of good times . before all the catastrophes of useless politicians and disease . we face planted misery but we can start an anti-revolution . and we could both be tired together . if you got together with me . we can start an anti-revoltion . and we could all be tired . together
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Lost Inside Yr Ocean
02:15
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free me, i’m lost inside your ocean . it’s too dark in here and salty, my dear . frightening me, hammerheads and barracudas . they just won’t leave me alone . center of her soul is an hourglass . soothing my mind like a lullaby . never will i turn on these sickening tides, holding me down . searchin, lost message in a bottle . this s.o.s. won’t send, no transistor radio . rivers of tears searching for the salty sea foam . haven’t seen land in seventeen years . center of her soul is an hourglass . soothing my mind like a lullaby . never will i turn on these sickening tides . holding me down . “i was out of my mind, adrift and alone at sea . no hope on the horizon . a lonely thought rang true . this can’t be it . this can’t be all there is for me” . center of her soul is an hourglass . soothing my mind like a lullaby . never will i turn on these sickening tides . holding me down
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when you called this morning, i pretended that i wasn’t there . it’s the same old story, i pretend not to care . when we fall apart just like splinters . well i know it’s gonna be a long fucking winter . i love, love you but you’re a fucking nightmare . when you go away you still linger like a terror . and you love, love me oh but you’re a fucking nightmare . and you love, love me, oh but i’m a fucking nightmare too
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Secondhand Noose
01:45
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you tried to hang me up with a secondhand noose . it only slipped away and i scuffed up my boots . then you pulled me up and you put it on again . it fits so well as i’m hanging here in hell . woah oh oh oh, that secondhand noose . you tried to take me out but then it came loose . woah oh oh oh, if you’d found a better rope . you could’ve kept me hanging on but now there’s no hope . you tried to string me up with a secondhand noose . it only fell away and i roughed up my shoes . so you stood me up, tried to hang me up again . it fits so well as i’m hanging here in hell . woah oh oh oh, that secondhand noose . you tried to take me out but then it came loose . woah oh oh oh, if you’d found a better rope . you could’ve kept me hanging on but now there’s no hope
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Let's Start This Over
03:07
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let’s start this over, oh i’m turnin’ and tossin’ . grinding my teeth up, till they’re nothin’ but powder but i’ve heard if we snort it, then we can regrow them . and we could start over, teethin’ and cryin’, two little babies . let’s start this over, the grays are a sproutin’ up . like weeds in my garden, all the herbs have receded . oh, but we can just turn on serial killers and the undead . we could restore them to their former darker glory let’s start this over, my muscles and achy joints atrophy nicely in a global pandemic . oh, but we can just go out, sit down in a nice restaurant . we’ll die together from the ‘rona and then we’ll start ovah
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this feels like i’m drowning in my own head . get a shaky feeling then the feeling’s already dead i walk around cross-eyed for half of the day (hey ey) . i run into the walls and call another Vieux Carré . so stir me up another, Luxardo in the middle . till i no longer feel a thing . stuck in a rye sundown, operating till i’m losing my mind . my dearest Benedictine: i’m old-fashioned guy till they throw me away . this feels like i’m drowning in a shrunken skull . started with a shaky feeling, now it’s already dull . i walk around cross-eyed for half of the day (hey ey) . i stumble into church and call another Hurricane . so shake me up another, Painkiller in the middle . till i no longer feel my legs stuck in a Mai Tai sundown, operating till i’m losing my mind . they’ll turn us into Zombies, take us to Bali Bali . then throw us away, then they’ll throw us uh uh way . they’ll throw us away
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you sure were sweet in the middle of the night . soft and clean with your promises . sugar be sweet, not looking for a fight, soaked in your gaslight . the middle of the night . you sure slip away in the middle of the night . caramel sweet little promises . dirty little deeds, undercover alright . bathe in your gaslight . well she’s a little disturbed, i’m a little bit hurt . but she’s telling me that’s my problem . i’m a little perturbed, i think i’m already burned . and it’s driving me out of my head . you sure were sweet in the middle of the night . soft and clean with your promises . sugar be sweet, not looking for a fight, soaked in your gaslight . well she’s a little disturbed, i’m a little bit hurt . but she’s telling me that’s my problem . i’m a little perturbed, i think i’m already burned . and it’s driving me out of my head
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Snakes! Snakes!
01:00
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i was just thinking about how much i need you . like i need to be put in a box underground . alive with dozens of snakes . and, baby, they’ve got fangs . and those fangs have got holes from which venom will flow into my body . wasting away my heart
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Tomb With a View
02:39
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we used to be friends but you wanted money . i gave you all of mine but it wouldn’t do . now you’re rich, well ain’t that funny . i hope that your tomb has a room with a view . seems you let anxiety get the best of you.
yeah, fuck it all… and burn it down . now we’re laughing with all the friends you thought you’d screwed . so slap that makeup on, you’re the new clown in town . we used to be friends but you wanted money . i gave you all of mine but it wouldn’t do . now you’re rich, well ain’t that funny . i hope that your tomb has a room with a view . call me time and time again with your hate and drama . if i begged for help you’d just let me down . paint those pretty pictures, you’ve got nothing so dance around, it’s laughable, put your clown shoes on . i should’ve seen that you were parasocial . call me with your problems and not listen to mine . when you’re happy you just seem to lose my number we used to be friends but you wanted money . i gave you all of mine but it wouldn’t do . now you’re rich, well ain’t that funny . i hope that your tomb has a room with a view . your gold plated tomb must have a room with a view . your mausoleum has a room with a view
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California Emptiness
02:07
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sleeping on the couch, no car, the money’s all run out . fresh out of neat little white pills . only the ones that make her heart still . beating oh so still . as she awakes to find: California emptiness won’t wait . darkness seething on a summer day . California emptiness for sure . baby’s hiding out behind the door wealthy doctor’s home . spotless, with bleach and ammonia . crimson, cradled upon the stems . fertility, nothing can save them . surrogate, but still, she’s left alone to find: California emptiness won’t wait . darkness seething on a summer day . California emptiness for sure . baby’s hiding out behind the door
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piss drunk on a lonely Sunday . tossed out like a drug store souvenir . fucked up and i’m wishing you were here . piss drunk on a lonely Sunday . staring out at the cold November rain . empty bottles are listening to ache you were on your way up . i was already down . when you crept up the stairs without making a sound . best of luck to disease . and the fallout that comes along with it
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waves crash closer each wasted evening . and i am almost glad that you waited until now . to make this awful move, my darling . you flew halfway across the country . and changed your fucking name . and you’re leaving me for good . but now you tell me that you’re lonely . and you know i’m lonely . still, that won’t change anything at all . we were made to be lonely cutest girl in your camp, it doesn’t get much worse . i see a revelation . oh, it’s bleeding from your eyes . this isn’t news to me, my darling . you live inside your own country . so lose my fucking name and forget me for good . now you tell me that you’re lonely . and you know i’m lonely . still, that won’t change anything at all . we were made to be lonely . you’re lonely, i’m not a blanket . you drained my blood and then you drank it . “camping” on Venice Beach you waited . ‘till he was sound asleep and told me you’re lonely . all on your own, forever lonely
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Deathmates
01:47
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“put your feet in the bathtub, put your hands on the radio . and feel the power of the Lord” . baby, when i’m dead and gone . i won’t need all these shiny things so drop me in a plywood box . a hole so i can reach through to you . you’ll be next to me, holding my hand, sweet decomposition . we’ll be deathmates, baby, after we’re gone earthworms and bacteria: restore us with your entropy . send our carbon back into the soil . to grow the lemons and radishes . you’ll be next to me, holding my hand, sweet decomposition . we’ll be deathmates, baby, after we’re gone
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bright warm sun, pastel skies . lying next to you—alone—out on the sand . somewhere closer to the equator . it was there that we learned we were no longer in love . so we threw back tequilas as if we were friends . and we fell into the ocean . i gotta let you know i’ll miss you, Mexico . bury my ring in the sand . next time you run away we’ll see just how far you can go . this Japanese food feels so out of place . and just as lost as i am, you know, i’d run away if only i had somewhere to go . i gotta let you know i’ll miss you, Mexico . bury my ring in the sand . next time you run away we’ll see . just how far you can go
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i’ll call you my only when times . are good or they’re lonely . and we’ll go on like forever . whether times are boring or clever and i can’t resist when you say we’re a mess . and we’ll never be sane . far away, to a place, that we never knew . we we’re gonna find . don’t have to swim in quicksand . long as you’re here with me hand in my hand . it’s a magical place and i share it with you . know that i do i will share this too
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