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Just A Magician
01:27
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Beware of falling anvils
Pianos, refrigerators
They're digging up all the landfills
And picking up perpetrators
It's not necessarily a miracle
He's just a magician
Got no soul but you're spiritual
That is a hell of a juxtaposition
Real sick of being advertised to
Name me something that ain't for sale
Tool-bag severing ties to
The rusty hammer and the rusty nail
It's not a miracle
He's just a magician
Got no soul but you're spiritual
That is a hell of a juxtaposition
Beware of falling angels
Snowflakes and respirators
They come from every angle
They jammed up all the escalators
It's not a miracle
He's just a magician
Got no soul but you're spiritual
That is a hell of a juxtaposition
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Met Her At The DTA
01:48
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D!T!A!
Met her at the D.T.A.
Wearing her X-Ray Specs
She said they'll see it my way
Just call my number next
D!T!A!
Met her at the D.T.A.
She started blowing kisses
I said I'm not into PDA
But you got all my best wishes
D!T!A!
D!T!A!
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Hey I'm pretty good with faces
But I'm terrible with names
So I apologize
I'm pretty sure we met before
But I just ain't the same
Since I got lobotomized
And I'm trying to remember
Trying to remember
Trying to remember what I tried so hard to forget
Hey I'm pretty good with places
But I can never tell the streets
From the avenues
I think I thunk I been here once
But someone went and stole my seat
So I had to move
Now I'm dying to remember
Dying to remember
Dying to remember why I tried so hard to be dead
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Flailing
02:05
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All I can do is just flail
Every limb that I own
It's a son of a bitch
To stay afloat
Like I do
All you can do is just flail
Every limb that you own
It's a son of a bitch
To stay afloat
Like you do
All we can do is just flail
Every limb that we own
It's a son of a bitch
To stay afloat
Like we do
All they can do is just flail
Every limb that they own
It's a son of a bitch
To stay afloat
Like they do
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5. |
Only Ghosts
00:47
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Someone's always knocking on my neighbor's door
It's urgent always I guess
Don't they know only ghosts
Lurk in hallways
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Knock on the door
Who could it be?
Couple of policemen staring at me
They wanna know if I know
Some woman by the name of
Jenny Lee
They say she's got brown hair and brown teeth
They wanna know if I know
But I don't know if I know
I tell em I've been living here
For seven weeks' time
And even though her name is pretty close to mine
I just can't say if I know
No I don't know what I know
They wanna know what I know
That was all...
They didn't try very hard at all
To find out what it is I know
I mighta known for all they know
They do no know what I know
No they don't know what I know
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Wasting Song
01:23
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Waste waste waste away
All that weight you gained
Something on your back won't let you keep it
Dull ache
Sharp pain
All day
Take take take all day
Y'all can't wait to hate
But love is all you need, hey it's no secret
Cliches
Always
At stake
Stake stake stake a claim
On a spot in the shade to watch the parade
It's gonna pass you by if we keep sleeping
All day
Sharp pain
Dull ache
Cliches
Always
At play
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Hand-Me-Down Medicine
03:44
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Hand-me-down medicine
Does the trick if you keep the faith and
Don't get old, just get thin
Losing weight and losing face and
Hand-me-down medicine
Get thee better, get thee well and
Don't get bored, just grow dim
Kill the lights on your way out of Hell
A-woo-woo
Hand-me-down medicine
Just remember, we adore you
Don't be so hesitant
It ain't about you, it ain't for you
Hand-me-down medicine
Hold your hand out, take the dosage
Don't be so reticent
Won't be so goddamn explosive now
A-woo-woo
Hand-me-down medicine
Hand-me-down medicine
Hand-me-down-medicine
Hand-me-down medicine
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Coulda got something done but you know I hesitated
Probly oughta stop all the wake and bake and masturbating
Who you gotta be to get a little bit of motivated?
The doctors are retired and the medicine's been donated
Hey I just wanna do my thing and maybe get compensated
But look at all these sons of bitches making things complicated
Hard to say who became who when they conglomerated
The doctors are expired and the medicine's outdated
Corpse on a slab getting poke-prod-penetrated
Sounded like a lotta lies but now it's been corroborated
Looking like the very best time to be celebrating being alive
Seems like it takes a lot more to get me elevated
Six G's in the hole, that's the cost of being overrated
My new prescription is the greatest, hey taste it...
The doctors got fired and the medicine got confiscated
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Funeral Shoes
01:32
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Put on your funeral shoes and go get in line
The more people you know the more likely that one of em dies
So wear something nice and try to say something kind
And put on your funeral shoes and go say goodbye
Put on your funeral shoes and make sure they're shined
Iron your jacket and straighten your tie
I know you'd rather not go, no you don't have to lie
Just put on your funeral shoes like I'm putting on mine
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Benjamin Lee Farley Asheville, North Carolina
Never took a lesson in my life. 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. Is anybody reading this? If so thank you. If not, then I guess I can say whatever I want because you'll never read it. So fuck you I guess? Just kidding madluv.
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