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Stir Crazy
03:41
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Flesh falls off while I find different ways to spend my time
Your concern for my psyche is noted. Yes, I'm stir crazy
But that's all well and good for you
Doing just what you want to do
While I engage in solitary pursuits
Roll up sleeves and get to work turning cruelty into good
From good seed grew poison fruit
Pull that plant up by the roots
Wake up to a frightful din
Laughing at your own chagrin
Chaos governs everything
Let the sober day begin
Wipe the sleep from my eyes or what little I've collected
Pull the truth from my dreams, or the few I've dissected
You used to say I was sweet but I sure can be bitter
I'll take the proof you were here and flush it right down the shitter
Won't that feel so good?
No, I don't think so
Down in the hole I go, I go, socially hibernating now
Can't make a friend can't make a foe, socially hibernating now
Down in the hole I go, I go, socially hibernating now
Wake me up when you can't see snow, socially hibernating now
Underground I can't be found
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Hymn // Cold Turkey
07:00
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Build a boat, pray for rain
Sky's still bluer than a bleeding ballpoint stain
Killed my son when I was told
The lord won't answer and I'm still on hold
Lead the lamb to hallowed ground
Trying harder to feel something profound
Spill the blood and draw the sign
Spy the summit and start to climb
You are the only thing I can believe in
Even myself I have my doubts
Even myself I can’t figure out
Sing to me in my dreams
Tell me what to believe
Is there anything in the emptiness?
Sing a hymn, read a verse
Congregate and then disperse
And from your chest lift off the weight
Do it over next Sunday
You are the only thing I can believe in
Even myself I have my doubts
Even myself I can’t figure out
//
Now time to improve or dissolve
Now that we're no longer involved
Why can't you grow up with me?
Try not to take it personally
But I only miss you when I have a thought
Which honestly lately isn't a lot
There's something that I've been meaning to say
But we're not on speaking terms
Now time to quit cold turkey
All of the things that once were me
Cut through this stagnant cocoon
Do what I know I need to do
Plan to move three thousand miles away
And straighten up my little life today
Cause I only miss you when I have a thought
And I'd rather not
You know what they say about the best laid plans
Slipping like sand through your clumsy hands
You were the ocean tearing its way through stone, slow
You know what they say about having hope
Concerning the things that you do not know
I was a blind man groping his way to truth
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Etch A Sketch
04:04
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Must quit everything thats fun
Go meditate in the sun
Clear my head of this stuff
Some nights I dream of a haunted house
On the outskirts of town
So inviting want to let it take hold of me
And shake me until the etch a sketch is clean
Until I don't know anything
Hold on, I’m trying to collect my thoughts
Burning a few gigawatts
My motor is running too hot
Oh no, there's smoke coming from my hood
That doesn't smell so good
Soon enough I'll hear the sirens calling out to me
So sing to me until I am out of this dream
Until I awake with a scream
So shake me until the etch a sketch is clean
Until I don't know anything
turn the knobs to set the scene but all was just in vain
my hands are shaking and the picture starts to wane
Each nights I dream that the undead come
Try to collect my blood
Standing in the attic, whisper softly, “what have I done?”
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Good Goddamn
03:46
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After dinner mints of comfort
Are all I have to go on so go on
You left some yellow flowers on my dashboard
Along with a bootprint and a sense of stillness
Something tells me that I'll miss my exit
Somewhere along the interstate I realize
and curse my rapidly evaporating attention span
Good goddamn
Lost in a trance
Watch the treetops dance
Said you felt like an alien
I wouldn't doubt it
I knew you had been bodysnatched
I watched you hatch
But I must be a hypocrite
I take the time to curse the callous creature that's been living in my skin
I let it in
Good goddamn
Tell me what I am
An insect or a man
I zoned out for a second there I guess
Feeling a sort of scraping in my chest
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Turning Tricks
04:11
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What if I stayed home?
Threw myself a bone
Meet my partners piss and moan
They’re friends to me alone
Sit, be still and listen fool
You are drunk and on the edge of the roof
Anxious not to stay indoors
Nintendo or pacing floors
Another month or maybe more
Make a simple meal with microwave
Sustenance to keep the pace
I’ll never see the city at this rate
An uneasy peace for me and the beast
Agonized by lavish feast
and not a mouth to eat
Why’d I labor in fallow fields
What do these acres yield?
Unfed, my sickly mouth is sealed
Staring down poodle in the hatchback up ahead
Wishing I had the good grace to be better bred
We’re both just turning tricks until we’re fed again
But would you know the difference if I started playing dead
Now I fold my laundry and I hope I get a clue
Leaving space for thinking isn’t always good for you
I get bored and consider unplugging life support
I couldn’t stand to hear the little beeping anymore
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Sitting here with cat and cockroach
filling up the void with gray smoke
totally oblivious to all
suddenly I'm feeling restless
go out on the frozen crow's nest
who would watch me watching everyone
hey down there
can you feel my glare?
I can only look down
but never yet have I been better
writing out and burning letters
even now insisting it's your fault
sitting here while feeling feelings
mentally addressing most things
but totally oblivious to all
hey down there
can you feel my glare
hey halfwit
can you feel my spit
I can only give you that
when I grow up I'm gonna kill you all
until that point my life is just a stall
so you forget you even knew my name
when I know how to change my face into anything
you will learn the joy that darkness brings
giving you the gift that gives forever
I've got all the time in the world
I've got all the time in the world
And gods only know how I don't much like to be spurned
‘cause now I’ve got all the time in the world
//
There is something under the floor hiding
all of its time spent biding all of its time
when it sees your feet hit the floor
next to your bed it'll lick its lips and wish for more help to quell
the undying thirst for blood and insatiable need for drugs and
everything that comes with living inside the dark
outside of a public park
breathing on your ankles beneath the bench
you realize the awful stench
the one that can't ever be washed away
the smell of the day by day
not much longer among the sane
you're circling round the drain
I'm just outside the circle now
I can hear you breathing in and out
saliva filling up my mouth
preparing for what I'm putting in it
all your tender limbs
leave the closet light on
and soon enough I will be gone
//
Parts of me are strewn across main street
hidden twisted metal in the human fleet
bent frame obscured so none can see
debris just keeps colliding with me
into this machine
I’m pulled out piece by piece
to stitch together a model of me
dark clouds will billow down and swallow me up whole
several minutes later will spit up my skull
this matrix of self-destruction
culminating with my induction
into this machine
I am pulled out piece by piece
to stitch together a model of me
saw me shambling up the street
resembling closely a chewed-up piece of meat
I look up to see a hand and reach
you look down and release a shriek
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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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