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Perpetual Stew
04:23
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In exhausted dream so futile
As if to teach me something quick
The handsome cage slams shut
I’m caught inside of it
And mine is plated with the gold leaf
And yours is made up of your bones
Roach trapped under an upturned glass
The mercy that I showed that insect made me sad
And maybe I’ll do myself a favor too
And climb up out of this perpetual stew
You can simmer someone new
You can set ‘em and forget ‘em too
All meat is the same to you
I let you just consume yourself
Like ouroboros fell into its yell
You let me just consume myself
Like prometheus just lit himself on fire
While I am choking on the ashes
You are sampling the stock
I know it’s hot
Boiling something dead just makes a better broth
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(Slow Harm)
A golden alibi
because it’s not a lie
I crawled up here to die
Out of spite
By leaving you this mess
I sure did teach a lesson
Something left to fester
Will eventually best you
Something dead in the crawlspace
A solitary something snuffed its flame
I’m scared of looking in
To see what’s doing it
Reaching such heights
Just to see the tops of heads
This little light
Couldn’t make you look at it
Sleepwalking decisions
and waking up to hate them
threw a spitball at a friend
but maybe it’s for me instead
Something dead in the crawlspace
A solitary something snuffed its flame
I’m scared of looking in
To see what’s doing it
Hiding out in the walls for days is easy
As long as I know it drives you crazy
It’ll be fine as long as there’s still scraps
Make my sawdust lair a home with lit match
It doesn’t bother me does it bother you?
I can turn it down and drown it out
Though to be honest I am getting spent
of this shitty punk house where I pay rent
Throwing a punch to break the fist but missing
Making the very same mistake when pissing
I can close my eyes and breathe
But it’s a slow harm
Make some movements to believe
But it’s a slow harm
(Something I Can Keep)
I cannot show my face out there
I might just see you anywhere
And what a shame to be reminded
Of wrongs I never truly righted
Pity
Saturated doubt
A sponge you can’t wring out
Damp forever with disdain
Here together me and pain
Pity me
It’s something I can keep
Flattered to be chewed to bits
Who’s to blame for all of this
Maybe we just didn’t vibe
Mutually cannot thrive
Pity
Little price to pay
To get you off my case
You almost dug too deep
To the bedrock underneath
Pity me
It’s something I can keep
What a pretty thing to hold
To wear it down with nervous thumb
It’s a totem I’ve come to love
A stone with purpose in its scars
A surface marred by feeling
I wish that I only knew its meaning
But at the very least
It’s something I can keep
(Junk Drawer)
Save me something fresh to eat
For when I get back on my feet
For now excuses are a treat
A quarter century of candles burn on that cake
What a strange bitter taste
To seal it like an envelope of strictly business
Nix the frivolous wishes
To have the fire in my mouth and it’s burning out
And still so recently found
Will the stuff that I’ve collected stand initial blast
Or will it all turn to ash
Save me something fresh to eat
For when we get back on our feet
For now excuses are a treat
A quarter century of life under silly spell
Tied up with the way I felt
The truth is almost too surreal to account for
Throw your plans in the junk drawer
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Mole Men
05:21
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Staying up late
By pallid glow of monitor
Filter feeding crude hate in the basement
Type out things you don’t want wasted
Or suck out venom and copy paste it
You proud mole men
Wield your bold opinions
Bright crusaders ever in your underwear
Thinking with your gut how’d you expect to fare out in the open air
Sunlight gave you quite a scare
Now I see your skull is weeping
Underneath your skin
Were you boxed in
By expectation
Were you typecast as an ineffectual villain?
Wanna get back to something more fulfilling?
Are you scared you’re losing ground?
That you’ll sink without a sound?
Now I see your skull is weeping
Underneath your skin
Put it back together this is hardly dinner conversation
Now you made it obvious you’re shaking like a leaf
And just like ruining your appetite with the hors’deuvres
You believed the first confident voice you heard
When you call me names is it because you wish you knew your own
Or is all your unrefined behavior just sycophancy for the throne
In either case it doesn’t seem a worthy way to be
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(The Big One)
I’m milking honey out of dried up hives
I’m cutting onions up with old dull knives
Wonder why I’m crying
I’m macrodosing on the dry brown lawn
I’m selling souls that weren’t mine to pawn
Where’s my foresight gone
If I don’t split I’ll split in two
And that’s not something you can fix with glue
I heard a candle doesn’t lose its flame
By setting something else ablaze
But that’s just not the case
Everything’s burning I can’t empathize
I fall asleep on my last good side
I haven’t been on fire for a while
Trusty canary goes berserk
Living alarm goes right to work
I plug my ears, wait for it to pass
That little birdie chirped its last
When the big one comes
Will I learn to scream in my native tongue?
Somewhere in that losing streak
I will regret this long work week
So have some fun while you are able
Nihilistic joke at the board room table
Will your stocks make dividends
When all your former friends are dead?
Now the coast has ceased to burn
Wondering if you will ever learn
What causes shit to hit the fan
This one’s not in the almighty’s plan
Siberia’s looking better by the minute
Hope that they will let refugees in it
(Greatest Apes)
I could only beg for freedom since the falling out
And atom just divorced itself
Two’s too man feelings to be felt
So by splitting up we split ourselves
Half went to hell
Reaching for sweet seclusion like a rotted rung
That’s when I think the silence stopped being fun
What gods we’ve become
Trebuchet our trash into the sun
Some small spasms in passing on
Let go and let me know what it’s gone
I sure will miss my childhood home
But even the greatest apes crawl under porch to die alone
(Terraforming)
Draining out the swamp you saw a sickly sight
Something you had tried so hard to leave behind
A frog that had your face shared with you its song
“Don’t you remember me? Or has it been that long?
I’m the long abused true muse
To share with you some sordid news
You opened a gate to a fully fucked place
There live a slew of malicious shapes
That’ll crawl on through to spread their hate”
You didn’t quite buy the words he had to say
Pleased with terraforming you had done today
“Hit the road you toad, hater stay away”
Took a well-earned rest beneath a cypress’ shade
Later awoke to the strong smell of smoke
This is behavior even God can’t condone
How do you plan to atone on your own
Bishops and saints don’t pick up the phone
Just canned replies and dial tones
Making lapse in judgment
Leaking facts to public
Sorry sack of nervous ticks
Taking flack for all of it
You thought you knew the truth
Now I’ll fix your point of view
Vile things roam free
Looking like humanity
Hoped that you knew this
But you can’t define “hubris”
You thought you knew the truth
Now I’ll fix your point of view
No mourning earth, it’s just water and dirt
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5. |
Small Loans
06:15
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No idea what I’m doing but now with more at stake
A dirt clod with a title does not a mountain make
Liberty in her full regalia
At a distance waves her sign
With promise of a better life
“Paychecks cashed in no time”
A gleaming beacon
Ushers mankind into weekend
Toil in a toilet
For just about a minute
With nothing good to show for it
I was born without restrictions
And I made my little living
With not much more than my own gumption
and a small loan of a million
If I stood for anything I’d get blown over real quick
Gone to seed like a dandelion wish
And it makes me sick to think
I can get everything
And take to wing and soar on the first try
Scratch off tickets under nails
Reached up to grab a comet’s tail
It’s I who brought you into life
And I’ll take you out of it
When you’re given everything
There’s not much left to go around
You and I roll loaded dice
And blame the twenties on our luck
No amount of criticism
Will ever make me give a fuck
Swindled into something more
But I was joking when we spoke
Fake my death and take one for the team
Is power tripping just stumbling on extension cords
‘Cause I don’t know how much I even really wanted this
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Mouthbreather Portland, Oregon
Math rock, post-hardcore, and experimental folk walk into a bar. The sound person only provides them with 4 drink tickets,
because they are a two-piece band called Mouthbreather.
Dynamic song structures and time signatures with no shortage of distinct melody and thoughtful lyricism. Something for everybody! Except maybe your aunt who might say “I don’t get why he has to do all that yelling.”
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