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Conversation Piece
03:33
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Anyone catch the other end of the Super Bowl? The one where both teams cried uncle and it spread to the stands, first the true and then the
false fans scattered as they'd gathered: ant-like, lifting one another.
All right, I'll cop to it, I check under the seats of the departed as readily
as scavenging a half-empty. Score remorselessly any foam hands,
the sportsman's memento mortis.
And when I'm ancient and jealous and waving it around,
it's not even a conversation piece anymore. It's deadly force.
Lay hands on my helmet. You'll feel the heating element.
It's criminal to keep me and my goals separate when they're so
philanthropic, when weighed against my options.
It's not even playing field anymore, when I slope it towards my drain.
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Lancer
02:06
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I'm a free lancer honey, so when I get a check I'll call you.
I'm a free lancer honey, when I know, you will know the schedule too.
And it won't mitigate, whether my kind sweeps you (with a push broom)
to the bed frame or the furniture blanket, freshly sprayed.
There's no advantage to having all this backup. On the off-chance that I
can't cover you, I'll split mine. So spend your salary on your own time,
cause when you roam with me you take from my meager supply.
I'm a free lancer honey, and I don't know what day of the week it is.
Feel a little cancer honey, and I can't go back to certain prop houses,
cause I rent what you say you need to own to endure the experience.
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I'm Seduced
02:43
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The creature of my dreams is creeping up from behind
and looking at me like it wants to cut me in line
and I'm seduced.
The smoothest paving stone's never the one you remember
So please get dressed fully intending to be the biggest target.
Every other face is just a square that I watch in the meantime.
But you let me in, I'm guessing I'd better start impressing.
What kind of option set is that
I'm shivering need a bathrobe stat
how are we supposed to form a couple
when I can't stop the mantra- I'm seduced.
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Depletism
01:45
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She had the biggest car she could lease
Drove all over the place
Spiraled into Chicxulub
with a few take-out containers of sulfur and saltpeter
Drove up to the shoreline of the K-Pg boundary
and vaporized the Range Rover.
For she was a Depletist and got things where they're going anyway...
The crater is the doorway through a hollow earth,
with rows of quarried mansions
deflation-based expansion.
When every human can metastasize through their sweat, I suppose it's time to rein it in and wring this towel out.
For when you're a Depletist and you get where you're going then you're done.
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The Diadochi
02:16
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The empire's snowed upon and everyone is placing chairs.
The anax can't complain, he's a wine-colored stain.
Let cooler heads prevail, always let your elders make the first mistakes.
Succession arguments are why Eurasia went Roman.
Struggling to explain the modern unemployment rate,
Hellas on the verge of having optimal currency exchange.
This kid was half god and his tastes ran lush.
The Oracle's lack of appointments in the coming weeks.
Doric pillars auctioned first, even though they fetch the least.
Feeling suckered now that applied science is no longer around to teach?
The dogs of the Acropolis, hunted for furs.
And in Anafiotika, where the cats hid when the titans conferred,
they said "This kid was half god, and his shoes feel loose."
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Psycho
04:40
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Can Mary fry some fish mama
Im as hungry as can be
Oh lordy how I wish mama
that you could keep the baby quiet, cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night mama
surrounded by heavy art
she was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed them both, and they're buried in the safest, cleanest part.
You think I'm psycho don't you mama?
Pour some coffee in my cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama?
You better let them lock me up
Oh don't hand me Johnny's pup mama
cause I might squeeze it too tight
I'm having crazy dreams again mama
so let me tell you about last night
I woke up in Johnny's room mama
standing right there by his bed
with my hands around his neck mama
wishing both of us were dead.
You think I'm psycho don't you mama?
I just killed Johnny's pup
If you think I'm psycho mama
I guess you'd better lock me up
Oh and that little girl next door mama
well i believe her name was Betty Clark
oh don't tell me that she's dead mama
cause I just saw her in the park
we were sitting on a fence mama
thinking of a game to play
seems I was holding a wrench mama
and then my mind just walked away.
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Muscle Porch
02:58
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Dragging the axe that slew me
Fell on it hard like a kook St. Peter
sand in both ears and I'm not from around here
bring me the phone and I can be out of your hair.
With a puddle of blood inside it
it sticks out straight like a vanity plate
don't fill up on medication
you won't have room for when dinner's prepared
and I can take it anywhere,
the configuration of chairs thats least upsetting
And I'm on muscle porch all evening
with the NASA OG and the citronella candle
using my hands cause the legs don't understand
garage door slams when an airplane lands
Am I having a golden hour
without a single pressing obligation
Depressing wretched luck-type situation
but an icebreaker for the bedroom in the future
On muscle porch pretty often
but no one's gonna tell me it's disgusting
getting bottomless pity from all sources, consider it a loan
promise, I'd starve to death the moment that you left.
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Truck-Themed
04:20
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Slap the black toothbrush along the gray bridgework
and mix a flowerbed into a froth of bone dirt
sick of digging graves, I wanna be chum for the pool sharks
at the truck-themed bar
my sisters and brothers,
in the closing half hour it's a job is like any other
I put them all down, I pack up my weapon
Yeah I sink them all and then I pack up my weapon
Union 001 in a sky-blue seventeen ton
looking for a ramp to test my temper tantrum-throwing brakes on
i know a cone that rises out of Gaia’s collarbone
and there’s gonna be an industrial groan
heard by all the sandbaggers over their obsoleted CB radios
honk if you’ve got a wraith of a cop that you can’t outrun
honk if you’ve got a weapon to your head
honk if you got a problem, might require we scrap
or if you want to screw around on your spouse in the back of my cab
honk if i’m starting to drift into your lane,
unless you don’t mind the proximity?
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Reaving
02:37
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No eyes with pupils in the entire bathroom line.
Can’t find peace in a sink of my own, gotta share it like a watering hole
and the pulp that they claim goes in your hair here
it’s good. it’s good stuff.
But the clients are livid. They can’t see the forest for the trees.
I try to control them. I try to conceal my revulsion.
Diagonally fold it into the lap of luxury
to hide the stain
it’s better for the crop, better for the crew, and that’s better for you
We all can only get what we want once- Don’t need another chance.
The clients are out . the proposal is a disaster.
your pupils are unfocusing one after the other.
Well, that's reaving. I’ll explain.
Better in the cut, better through and through, and that’s better for you.
but sometimes you bite more than you can chew, and that’s better for us.
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10. |
Who Likes You
01:47
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I won't believe this until I see who likes me
until I see their twitchy nerves in their manipulated pictures
I won't believe this until I see who likes me
with all the trivia I'm dragging, still proven wrong conclusively
With no head touch. No head touching.
I don't believe this. I wanna tear down the wall and see who likes me.
Can't pull out my card fast enough to deflect the shameful onslaught.
And I don't condone this pandering to the id.
Rationalization lacking
that's how they out-tactician me with no head touch.
No head touching.
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Schadenfreude
04:48
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Descended into madness
when they broke the seal of the wide axis
snowshoes, stripped.
passed by a water-fat hired hand condemned to be rationed.
Just needs a moment in the drift to be healed.
We'll come back for him
Sleeping in the lawn chair
as you were assumed to be
Tentacle from nowhere lowers to pour
elixir of spinal inversion into your jacuzzi.
just need to pop another beer and hop on in there
we'll come back for you.
In the casino where the soul goes in death,
you'll see a lot of people you don't know, and ignore them.
If it don't give you no serotonin
to hear the story of my misfortune, I won't torture you..
ok. I was filling a seat at the arena
squinting at the carnage down below
I carved my own way through life so I feel real comfortable putting my hand where I want to.
and i was so close to the sun I saw the Sublime tattoo.
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Shank God Los Angeles, California
GeoffThais-b/v
MattBrownwell-d
CatLauigan-s
GabrielSlavitt-g
new release
'The Humours'
coming late 2018
past releases-
'Helpful' on Love Lion tapes, 2012
'Shank Gesundheit', 2013
'Muscle Porch' acoustic album, 2015
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