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Ayyo you about to experience something new, exciting for that pelvis and that mind. That's right, your pelvis and your mind are going to be in sync after listening to this record. I'm talking about the motherfucking Internet, they're about to go down right now. It's about to get brutal up in here. It's going to make you laugh, it's going to make you cry, and it's going to make you do everything in between. Trust your boy, let's get down.
Seimicolon forward slash.
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pleasure or pain (in instances appearing),
when I sing for you; I cannot tell the difference.
so steep this decline, and gradually uneven;
the fate of all divine free floating sub-missiles.
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an early morning rising tide
nobody could have told me to my eyes
to be capable of so much more
somebody has to witness what i have in store
a careless winter in the shade
best to believe in a low passing grade
an automatic handgun made in france
nobody would believe anything given the chance
questions about my greasy hair
you don’t even need to tell me where it’s fair
and with the slowly setting sun
we’re barely beginning to have fun
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Ruffians
02:16
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the first of may when i see the roses decay and slowly become chrysanthemums.
a dance just with you is all i ask tonight and, dare I say, the sands of time I pray will pause.
oh i don’t know which way i could fall tomorrow or pretty much any day after.
the crushing alarm is a bringer of good and bad pillars of thoughtful answers.
imagine the snow as it falls into little piles of slowly inhaled chrysanthemums.
a dance in the hall; just what ineed to destroy in myself looking for answers
hahahahahaha
hahahahahahahaha
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Supercircle
02:22
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can’t kick the sounds of the city upstairs.
who’s that upstairs?
can’t kick. a fucking mile a minute upstairs.
who’s that upstairs?
can’t wait. supercircle begins to form
who’s that upstairs?
it’s the end of nature, it’s the end of chaos;
here forms the supercircle.
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Polyester Sweater
02:00
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A polyester sweater made of fiber laden threads
The one I wore for years and then got rid of in a sec
I have no time for past regrets
A pot of boiling herbal tea laced with a chemical
To ensure I would open up my mind and see the world
I have no time for past regrets
I found a sweater in a box that had your name on it
I tried to put it on and realized why it didn't fit
I have no time for past regrets
'Cause I have no time for past regrets
I have no time for past regrets
I have no time for past regrets
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Side Two
00:14
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Ooh!
Can you feel it?
it's called love,
it's called magic,
it's called the Internet
and it's about to be on side 2
right now
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Humble
02:54
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A right ankle splitting -
Reminding us of island sounds sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
Hey ho!
You are humble!
Hey! Ho!
You are humble!
Oh, you're humble
You're humble
You're humble (You are humble!)
Oh, you're humble
You're humble
You are humble!
Hey! Whoo!
You are humble!
Hey! Whoo!
You are humble!
Oh, you're humble
You're humble
You're humble (You are humble!)
Oh, you're humble
You're humble
You are humble!
Hey! Whoo!
You are humble!
Oi! Eep!
You are humble!
A right ankle splitting -
Reminding us of island sounds sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
A right ankle splitting -
Reminding us of island sounds sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
A right ankle splitting -
Reminding us of island sounds sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
Sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
Sprinkling water soberly on the ground.
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(animal sounds made by humans)
The autumn wind does the part of a spring in a fall.
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You Act So Young
03:15
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You act so young
And so gritty
Looking out across the city lines
Turn the corner
Girl you know your ways are over
Kill me so sweetly
Now
A force breaking
Setting a course for another fake ride
Without a great reason to let us down
Sense of worship
Owning a part in another late night
Mishap
Ensuing by way of the crowd
A voice is breaking
As it's saying
It was fun when it started but now it's a lot to hold on to
The reasons were never in doubt
A voice is breaking
And it's wailingat
As reality tells us that now it's about to be over
Preparing and slowing us down
Never wanna have another plaything
Never wanna love only to break things
Never wanna stop it without starting
Just for you to bring it to the coven
You know that you act so young
And so gritty
Looking out across the city lines
Turn the corner
Girl you know your ways are over
Kill me so sweetly
Now
Sense of longing
Serving a distantly clever lover
How can
The competition make a sound?
Like a pilot
Feeling a need to go on a joyride
Without a license or even a plane
When arriving
At the temple
Try to smile and look in the eyes
Of the ones you hold onto
A second over a lifetime
And it's funny
How much honey
We consumed inefficiently thinking
We might become stronger
And ending up back in the trap
Never wanna have another plaything
Never wanna love only to break things
Never wanna stop it without starting
Just for you to bring it to the coven
You know that you act so young
And so gritty
Looking out across the city lines
Turn the corner
Girl you know your ways are over
Kill me so sweetly
Now
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Before I Die
01:45
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I am a man unborn and
I have to do my homework
Before i die
Can't wait
It's almost your birthday
I have to take a shower
Before i die
I have to wrap your present
I have to brush my teeth
Before i die
I have to get some food and
I have to pay the city
Before i die
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Fall
02:56
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Please refrain from screaming at the train
Gonna lay on the tracks again tomorrow
Please refrain
From screaming at the rain
Like a cloud against tomorrow
Stuck in the ice
Dancing with nails in the eyes
Stuck in the ice
Dancing with nails in the eyes
That stem from the ice
Fell in the stream
The autumn wind does the part of a spring in a fall
Fall
Fall
Please refrain
From screaming out in pain
Gonna lace up my mask against the sorrow
Please refrain from singing at the rain
Just a cloud against tomorrow
Stuck in the ice
Dancing with nails in the eyes
Stuck in the ice
Dancing with nails in the eyes
That stem from the ice
Fell in the stream
The autumn wind does the part of a spring in a fall
Fall
Fall
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Crystallized
02:34
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oh I can't believe my thoughts, oh no
she's so damn lovely that it's out with the game plan
stuck on an island full of jagged rocks
I need a love so I swim back to the mainland
and I wish I would've told you
I would always be true
and I wish I could've told you
that I do love you
you’re so
hurtful
you looked me in the eyes a million times
i know
this feelings solidified is crystalized
just don’t look that way with such sorrow
even though we fight against the rising tide
oh no i can’t see foresee what’s tomorrow
but the feeling that I’m getting when I’m getting it is
crystalized
you’re so
careful
when you look me in the eyes a couple times
i hope
this feeling solidified is crystalized
there goes
another point of static - my demise
and still
the feeling is solidified it’s crystalized
just don’t look that way with such sorrow
even though we fight against the rising tide
oh no i can’t foresee what’s tomorrow
but the feeling that I’m getting when I’m getting it is
crystalized
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00:57
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