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Uncle Sam
04:01
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Memories
Come with soundtrack
music
You decide
Where the needle comes down
Roll around
‘Til you can taste Penelope Tree
Miseries
In the day where
you stick
You will ride
Where the needle comes down
Lost and found
You couldn’t be bothered with flash or filigree
Now it’s ammo domini
She’s got an Orange crush
She’s sticking sweetly to her guns
And overflows
wham bam Uncle Sam
She’s on a sugar rush
Parking lots and Cinnabons
And overblows
Wham Bam Vietnam
Dandelions
On a concrete
Pillbox
Missile sites
For Reason’s new rhymes
Bide your time
and press your flowers in the fountainhead
Behind the lines
Behind the Botox
Add tattoos
of platitudes
Come unglued
you’re spelling out nothing that has to be said
Now you’re pulling at the thread
Wham Bam uncle Sam
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2. |
Swingset
04:06
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And you think you’re
holding treasure
In car keys
and teacups
A price tag peeled away
To show your own
cold as Sunday night
and as alone
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
But you don’t you don't know
So we balanced
Truth and dare
Like swing sets
At twilight
Summer air will sweat
in memory
Then cool it in
Reality
Guilty and
aware
Like comets
At midnight
Passing we forget
In time to see
To ever view again
In jeopardy
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t you don’t
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t
Let it go
What are we supposed to do
Where paper piles and bills
Are all that’s left of you
And dirty window sills
Breathless of all we knew
A thousand miles uphill
Rolling back in view
And moving still
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t you don’t
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t, I won’t
Let it go
We’ve balanced
Truth and dare
Like swing sets
At twilight
Summer air will sweat
in memory
Then cool it in
Reality
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t you don’t
You know what you want
But I don’t I don’t
I know what you need
If you don’t, I won’t
Let it go
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Terracotta
Grab all the children
Your man is off his nut
Again he's knockin'
And in a rut
He kicked the door down
He finds no one home
He throws some weight around
Then feels the sofa foam
The kids are hiding
in a couch that’s over stuffed
In there they’re biding
Until daddy’s cuffed
Terra-cotta
spread all over
you know you oughta
realize
terra-cotta
Man it drove her
By now you gotta
be getting wise
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4. |
Article 48
04:01
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Article 48
Again
article 48
as then
Article 48
Excuse
Article 48
a ruse
You weren’t beautiful
But you were dutiful
Trying to be
Something to be
Article 48
Been awhile
Article 48
Seig Heil
I was dumb enough
I took the bluff
Now dumber
Is better to me
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Brian Stevens New Milford, Connecticut
I am an alien that was sent to earth to study humans and report my findings to minister Zolumb on the planet Yat. To fit in with other middle aged men in my area, I took up pretending to make music. Enjoy.
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