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Beautiful Soul Syndrome
03:46
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God, I wish Satan was human.
Man, we would be best friends.
Roman candle fights every weekend.
And pillow fights before we’re sleeping.
God, I wish Satan was human.
Man, we would be best friends.
A mix tape full of songs by Charles Manson.
And pillow fights before we’re sleeping.
God, I wish Satan was human.
Man, we would best friends.
And my soul I wouldn’t have to sell him.
I’d give it up without him even asking.
I don’t have to sell my soul.
He’s already in me.
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2. |
Gold Trash
03:12
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Lose your name, take his name at the courthouse.
I hope it feel right.
Sign your name Katrina with one 'i'.
Make sure you dot it 'cause you only get one in this life.
The night before you slept at your mom's house.
The only time you had since you moved out.
Where was Simon as you lay in bed and slept sound?
Were all his demons hanging around?
I bet you saw this coming
at the drive in in Carlsbad, NM.
The time he left you stranded.
You had to walk back by yourself.
I bet you wished that actions
could be kept to just oneself.
Like the thought you used to tell yourself that you deserve no one else.
Jump out of bed, shave your face,
turn the lights on.
It's your wedding day and you're already late.
Inebriation still lingers from yesterday.
Just like the other girls but you forget their names.
When you arrive your proto-wife has just got white on.
She's with your other kids; they're humming songs.
You know you're gonna fuck it up just like last time.
When love seems generous it's just robbing you blind.
I bet you saw this coming
on Broadway in Hobbs, NM.
The time your father left you stranded.
He got in his truck and took off.
I bet you wish that your pain could be slain with Adam's Cain.
Unlike the thought you used to tell yourself that you'd become
your father's son.
I bet you both saw it coming
on your honeymoon outside Wal-Mart.
The time Simon climbed the water tower to spray paint both your names on.
I bet you wished that moment could be frozen in time and space.
I bet you wish that your love were indelible like spray paint.
AND I CAN SEE IT COMING!
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3. |
Cold War
02:04
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This is an age of excess (or a second gilded age) we’re living in.
Bourgeois dirt caked over our skin.
The proletariat sells a soap but it’s too expensive.
All your Marxist friends won’t let us borrow shit.
So we head on over to the Anarchists.
Totalitarian freedom has got us feeling a bit delirious.
Post-modernity is such a bore
And history ended with the cold war
We’ve got neo-liberal dreams on our minds
So hang your curtains, put up your walls and have a good time
My friend Leon he’s an activist
But his buddy Joseph has got him all pissed.
We’ve gotta take it back with the pen and not our fists
Or so he says…
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4. |
Philosophical Dram-Com
02:00
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Last night I dreamt that I knew my dad.
I could even recollect all the memories we didn’t have.
We were on Clinton street his hand in mind.
His past was as pure as the white on the yield sign.
But then I woke up in a red, red rage.
I had ruined the bed that my wife had carefully made.
And she tried to slay all my wounded pain
But it didn’t do a thing I just felt the same.
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5. |
Total Dissolve
03:14
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6. |
College Town
05:14
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I came in late without a sound.
I feel stupid in this college town.
Playing music with no one around.
Feel too alive in this ghost town.
I’ve got this noose around my neck,
But my record crate wasn’t tall enough
And I found truth while you slept
In those records underneath our bed.
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7. |
Guestlist
02:42
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Moved to Las Cruces
Should’ve been Los Angeles
Carried Crosses
Should've chased angels
But what’s more than I can take,
Is that I’m on your guestlist anyway.
Because I want you all to hate,
What I’ve become now anyway.
And it’s what I cannot say
That gets me just the same.
If you’re gonna fornicate,
then let it be with a princess…
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8. |
Samson
03:08
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I wish I was Samson
Power in my hair
But my hairline’s receding
And my skin’s to fair
And there’s no Delilah
Who barely even cares
And with her scissors of lust
She cuts my hair
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9. |
Gold Magnet
01:44
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I held my breath
For the length of your set
What can I say?
Your songs took my breath away
No guards, no bars, no cage
Yet we can't escape!
I'll be hanging around
I used to believe in love
And then all my favorite bands broke up
There's a gold magnet attached to my moral compass
Wrong and right are both a $1.99
I'll be hanging around
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10. |
Alamogordo
04:57
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11. |
Drug Town
03:24
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Put down the beer
Nobody wants you here
You’ve worn out your welcome enough times this year
So spell it out cause it’s not clear
You can’t sell wine to the vintner
And I can forgive your sex escapades
With soccer moms in Escalades
But this town’s run you dry
And you’ll be drunk for days
Your spirits have got my spirit down, bottles of spirits
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12. |
The Orchard
07:06
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Marriage didn't cure me of being a nihilist
Say I do with a caveat clinch my fists to seal the kiss
The thought that wears down on me most is an apartment filled with kids
We both don't know our daddies so we might as well not exist
Let's call into work
Renew our vows in the orchard
I don't want you to take my name because I want it to stop with me
I couldn't bare the sight of a child with the same crooked teeth
Love is not happiness
Man, that would be the saddest
Let's call into work
Renew our vows in the orchard
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