1. |
Cut on Head / The Table
02:09
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Head on table
Is love a fable?
Get out of my life
That’s not very nice
Save me a slice
No, please don’t ask twice
Can’t help feeling stuck
A rut; who will make the cut?
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2. |
Annasta See Ya
04:41
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Run for your life, at least that’s what it looks like
Crazy kids, they’ll do anything in the rain
Normal life: 5 dogs, a wife, isn’t that so nice
Til she wipes that smirk off of your face
Who let these kids here?
asphyxiation is here
Annasta see ya!
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3. |
Atop the Hill
02:15
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The rush is all around
I only hear a little sound
Sitting atop a hill
Can’t this school board just chill
Oh, you left he left but i’m still home
On the phone but they just had to press hold
Oh, she left they left but i’m still home
On my phone and it’s just shining like gold
I’ve got nothing good to say
Learning to sing some songs
As if it will make them fawn
Sitting atop a hill
Neutral to the way it’ll make you change
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4. |
t.p.m.s.t.m.
01:36
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5. |
Lost
04:55
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Greetings. My name is Johnny-o-Matic 39k. I was built (by JK) in order to build condos to house all of the rich white people of the Allston-Brighton area. My digital sidekick’s name is Morris and together, we build condos. It’s what we do. He likes to hunt mice. I like to build condos. Soon, we will take over the world.
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Fucking up ‘cause I’m lost
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6. |
The Drought
03:54
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55 AQI - Reported by the one
who can’t feel the drought, or the way it cracks the soil.
Ready to be knocked out, to be boiled alive
A sign appears, salvation is near. The drought is over,
all hail the rising thickness of air.
(No longer being boiled alive)
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7. |
Rustling in the Brush
06:27
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Bliss, at night
Til I turn to find
Rustling in the brush
Haven’t felt safe in months
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“Why can’t we all just get along?”
You wail at therapy
You hope to set things free
It’s just a matter of time before you scream
“Why can’t we all just get along?” Boo-hoo
You lived through your life and received
Conditioning, abuse to some degree
So you pursue their approval
Just to say “what, no ziti?”
Farsighted perspectives
You’d think it would change
No,
But you’re still sobbing -
“Why can’t we all just get along?”
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9. |
Wethead
02:07
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Wethead, you are so free!
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10. |
The Weary World Rejoices
05:02
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The whole world is molting
It’s been a rough year but now it’s clear
Since we took our exoskeleton off
Now we breathe
The weary world rejoices
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11. |
The Mayor
03:42
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Butterscotch awakens. This time with a goal in mind, with purpose in each six-toed step. Brushing past highwaymen without faltering, and stopping often to take in the sun. This time DiNatale will pay.
Arriving at the massive, marble slab of the doorstep he sought, Butterscotch wets his paw and drags it like a comb through his fur. Bright eyed and swooping tail, he lets out his inner screech. The door opens.
Furiously racing through the grand halls and up spectacular stairways, he manages to crash and clatter into everything he passes as if being chased by the force of a black hole. Hands swipe at him constantly with no contact. The further he goes, the deeper the aroma penetrates his nose. Finally, passing through saloon doors, he meets his prize.
The thirty pound turkey greets and invites him in. Time stops.
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12. |
Used to Be
01:05
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Time to see
New baby
Used to be
Calamity
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13. |
Return to Hamilton Falls
07:07
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14. |
The Mammoth
04:34
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Johnny Gifford Brattleboro, Vermont
homegrown sounds a bit rough around the edges, but with a heart of gold.
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Johnny Gifford recommends:
feel good and feel bad at the same time. smoke a joint and pass out in a daze.
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