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This pack of dogs at the crack of dawn
Is even at odds with phantoms
This demigod with a semi-on
Is picking us off at random
There's heavy fog over every bog
That makes the snakes look handsome
(D-d-did not mean to)
No trust
Go bust
I just kinda thunk
You'd like it better in the trunk
I didn't mean to kidnap ya
Pity your enemies
Bury your bullshit
No trust
Go bust
Really didn't mean to kidnap ya
Just kinda thunk you'd like it better in the trunk
In the dark, away from everyone and their uh
Opinions
(Dididididididnotmeanta)
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Caught a hold a hurricane
Passed out on their feet again
Had a little bit of everything
Caught a hold a heaven's hand
Cast right outta Eden and
Put away the phone, the devil's listening
Got all their hair
Got all them teeth
Got both their hands
It's all they need
Caught a sight of serpentine
Cover up and don't be seen
Try a little bit of everything
Caught a sight of heaven hand
Cast em outta Eden and
Ever since no one is listening
Hung em from an apple tree
Like a living effigy
No one ever taught em how to s(w)ing
Caught a sight o flamin' sword
Taught em how to cut the cord
Put away the phone, the devil's listening
Got all their ribs
Got on their knees
Got all their prayers
It's all they need
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I got sharp edges and they're making me mean
So do forgive me for cutting you down
Sharp edges and I'm making the scene
So do forgive me for just cutting you out
I got places to be
I got people to see
I got places to be
So don't let me catch you crying
I got long legs and a deadline to meet
So do forgive me for just passing some time
Long legs and I've had too much caffeine
So do forgive me for passing you by
I got places to be
I got people to see
I got places to be
So don't let me catch you crying
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Desiree Cuts Corners
02:57
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You been cutting corners ever since you got your scissors back from the shop
Everything is in disorder, disarray, Desiree do stop
You been cutting rugs with anybody who compliments your teeth
Everything is in disorder, disarray, Desiree do cease
You been cutting ties with everybody since I sharpened your sword
Everything is in disorder, disarray, Desiree no more
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Ida Mighta
02:09
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At the party Ida mighta killed em all
Mighta popped at least a few
Ida had a real bad time
Mighta done what ought not to
Ida mighta never been the same again
Mighta thrown em off the roof
Ida mighta gone n snapped
Mighta done what ought not to
She mighta gone n murdered
Been put away for years and years
(Put away put away put away)
In the kitchen mighta mighta grabbed a knife
Mighta buried one or two
Mighta hid the bodies good
Just to see what y'all would do
At the party Ida mighta killed em all
Ida mighta died on cue
Ida mighta never been the same again
If she done what ought not to
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You might not even notice for a day or so
But he'll walk off with all your pink flamingos
Go to get your paper and you'll find em gone
Watch the ornaments on your lawn
Harry, Harry, Harry
Wrote you a ransom song
If you got the baby Jesus nail him down
He's the truth to rumors that's been goin' round town
Take your Virgin Mary and he leaves a calling card
Says "Watch the ornaments in your yard"
Harry, Harry, Harry
Wrote you a ransom song
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Let me use your hammer, mamma
I could fix that door that's jammed up
I could fix your stall with all its walls kicked in
Handyman with borrowed tools
Let me use your ladder, mamma
Get them gutters spic-n-spanna
Clean enough to eat my next meal from
Handyman with borrowed tools
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Keep it simple
You're gettin' wordy
Whodathunk you'd even make it to thirty?
Keep it simple
But keep going
Bend over backward til your bones is showin'
Keep it simple
Nothin' to it
Keep track of all your precious bodily fluids*
Keep it simple
Last words
Somebody's Gonna Hafta Polish the Turds
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It's my apartment, I can walk around naked
If i want
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King Gibberish
03:44
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Send in the Drones
01:20
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They don't count as casualties if you act casual.
And who's to say who wasn't a spy?
Send in the drones
Well who's to say who wasn't a spy?
Send in the drones
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World war three?
We still on three?
Pretty sure it's world war four
But we're alive
Just in time for world war five
Get your kicks
Beore its world war six
Bring down hell and heaven
For w w seven
Who's left to hate?
Fuck it, bring on world war eight
That last ember? That last ember is mine
We're kicking off world war nine
Do it again
Just so we can have a top ten
My superpower is not giving a fuck anymore
Countdown
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Don't Nostalgia Me
02:10
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Ooh don't you hate nostalgia...
Back when all of our friends were having apocalypse dreams
When mansions were present and future tense
Skin on the walls and a film on the water
Trust fund sons and two poor daughters
Back when the peak seemed at hand cause it was
Right under our nose while we looked up the skirt o the ladder for the top of the world
Back when even the even multiverse even seemed small
Because the numbers lined up all the time
And our navigator had an electromagnetic finger to point and direct traffic
Back when the one drug found us naked in waking in somebody's bed on some edge of Pennsylvania and the picture when the rest caught up was perfect
Back when all our friends were having apocalypse dreams
Comparing notes on cracks and seams
And building un-burnable bridges
Then burning one for the hometeam
Back when we filled up a warehouse with cigarette stubs and all sortsa smoke
And Las Casas would shake and cars would get towed
And we just kept building un-burnable bridges
And burning em by the fuckload
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Foolish conflagrations
Just something to do with our hands
Placard-bearing
Sandwichboard-wearing
Pamphleteers
It's no wonder
It's no wonder the ants got rid o their ears
We got the future in one hand and the other hand waving our dicks at the screen
Punching holes in hollow walls and
Stroking the hair of preteen girls
Poking holes in the pockets of the pants they sell
Poking holes in the condoms they hand out at bars
Poking holes in people's theories who don't really know what the word theory really means
Poking holes in the thinnest of skins and leaving
Regrettable tattoos
It's no wonder
Just gotta crack the code all over again
One size fits all antennae
Just something to do with our hands
Foolish conflagrations
I'd like to shake the ground I walk
But I'm a wee bit small for it
Let me crawl under this rock
Ooh but I'm too tall for it
There was a parade on Tuesday
No idea who it was for
Strangers asking favors
Old man lookin' for a "piece[o]aaaaaass"
Who's kissing who's mother with who's mouth?
Mind your fucking business
I'll be handing out a carton a week
Like I think I'm my big brother
I hope my friends don't buy their own hype
I hope this parade starts an earthquake
I'd like to shake the ground I walk
But I'm a weeeeee bit too small for it
So just let me go hide under this rock
Ooh but I'm too tall for it
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Gunman Pick Your Battles
00:40
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He can burn the eastern seaboard with the center of his brain
Crack and crumble skyward before finally going sane
Ante up, the sun is up, the jig is up, run
All his foes are sleeping deep along with all his guns
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Someone's Always Moving
01:01
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Hold down the heavens
Til saints march home
Always, always
Moving
Back on the trail
Still sitting still
Landlocked, floating
Moving
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We Breathe Wrong
00:37
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According To
00:16
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What was her name?
Rose Marie?
Some self-fulfilling prophecy
Disguised as an apology
Her name it may come to me
In a fantasy
When I am just trying to think of you
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Couldn't get arrested for my crimes
I was just relaxing
It came to me in passing
To lie down in the road
Throw a fit
For the fuck of it
Watch you watch me watch you trying not to care
People catch everything on camera nowadays
Might as well give em a show
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Gonna grow to be house size
From eating junk food
Retrace my steps
Now that I'm dead
Shoulda gone to that bar
Tried to track down a threesome
Outside
New moon
Embrace
New crew
Shoulda gone to that party
Just wound up jerking off alone
Passersby
You know they love you
Shitfaced
Who knew
Shoulda done exactly what got done
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This tune's for who?
And uh, Harmonica what's his face
A song I never shoulda sung out loud in the first place
But it sounded pretty good in my head
This tune's for that other guy
And anyone else up to speed
A song I really didn't need
But it sounded pretty good in my head
A tune for that lady from I forget where
But she could shout
Even songs whose lyrics lacked clout
Though they sounded pretty good in my head
A song for too many others
Architects of ladders and their rungs
We climb to worlds that can't exist out loud
But they sound pretty good in my head
Always gotta polish the turds
You get the idea
"As long as I have a place to live so do you"
What am I gonna hold a grudge for 4 or 5 years?
Plot vengeance?
All that good shit?
I keep recording pretentious gibberish
'Cause I'm out of ideas
If you kill me I'll come back as shit on your heel
The ants in your sugar, the nail in your wheel
I'll let you figure it out
Here is the heaven you've known to be true
Since you were too young to be knowing such truth
Here is the hell where your kind it belongs
Thanks for the entertainment
I'll let you figure it out
If I die I'll come back as your hanging tree
The hot batch you shoot up or the last thing you see
Some kinda creature like what came for me
When you die I'll be back as the last thing you see
I'll let you figure it out
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A Million Murder Ballads
00:22
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I coulda wrote
A million
Murder ballads
But I'll combine em all into one
Combine em all into one
You should run
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Benjamin Lee Farley Asheville, North Carolina
All songs written, played, sung/sang/sing-ed, produced, computerized / all album covers made by Ben unless otherwise noted.
NONE of my sounds are made with Artificial Intelligence, just a few album covers.
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