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#absolution
04:36
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There’s one simple solution riding a wave of applause
There’s one simple solution driving a craze
I feel like clawing up the wall
There’s one simple solution, try it today
Cuz days ain’t long enough for stalling
Each one could teach one but most teach none
Most ain’t fit to audit 101
Most content to preach some homespun fabrications
Just lie in bed and wait for inspiration
Spit questions wet with pique, but tune out before the answer’s given
Bottom out on a mountaintop, crest in a lull
Find the hive mind that you’ve been searching for
There’s one simple solution to it all
There’s one simple solution
Is anybody home?
So get up (get off)
See how I...
Who’s that...
We’re all...
So high
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Flesh Presser
02:56
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Babble like a Pentecost flame
And subtle as a varicose vein
Your heavy glad-hand
Burst my bubble with its lady-lite shake
I thought I'd need a playful escape
But your eyes already gone glazed
It seems a black hole had opened up right in the middle of my face
You go full frontal
And start buggering, brown-nosing, flesh-press the room
I'm like the man who cuts your lawn: invisible
You’ve gone whole hog
A chest-thumping fiasco while pigs mind the store
I'm like the man who cuts your lawn
Pressing is a dangerous game that consumes the patience as it rubs raw
And by the time you taste for the strange
You’ll lose a lover and mix up the names
Remember back in the days of old
When they would stick, stab and burn you
Well all that scrubbing at resentment’s stain
In the end left a lily-white snake
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Promise Keeper
04:04
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He’s closer now, he’s gotta stand by his promise
He’s got that god talk summoning
And when he’s on, he’s gotta stand by his promise
Pop off that top, blood bubbling
I shit you not, he’s gotta pounce while he’s honest
Blast all those doubts right out the frame
And what’s his role now?
Don’t wanna dance round the premise
A wild west filmic sage
He’s closer now, he’s gotta stand by his promise
Man how that god talk’s hammering
And so it’s on, he’s gotta stand by his promise
Of virile via gauge
Cuz when he blow, and cock back on his promise
Could this have gone any other way?
And so it’s done now
I heard a blip on the broadcast
And moved on with my day
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Blue Chip
03:10
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Bet your dime on Blue Chip, ride along
Stun gunner, cool Chip, prime time
Set to run on instincts, mind the law
Punks catching bruises, drive on
Chip’s on the rooftop
Chip’s on the beat, pounding hard
Someone to make things whole
And humble these toads
Chip’s on the barstool
Chip’s kinda pissed to find the wife ain’t home
Time to make things whole
Bet your dime on Blue Chip, ride along
Bayside bull roast, prime time
Pension on a shoestring, time to brawl
Shake em down in Naptown
Sail on… away
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Thee Lumpenprole Squeal
05:38
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Fronts like the mind is spacious
One puff he’s back to basics
His leader soooo persuasive
Scratch/sniff for stank of the racist
He’s writhing out of control
With the squeal of lumpenprole
Bites quick like opportunist
Choke on the taste of the bait/switch
Holds court to bitch with his buds
Guzzling down industrial suds
“Guvmint bennies, nation of bums”
Oxy taunts the tip of his tongue
Lounge out in supple stations
In the midst of dying iration
He’s writhing out of control
With the squeal of lumpenprole
What’s not to buy or be sold?
Wasted hours fisking these trolls
The glacial burners scald
With a heat to melt the mold
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Monsoon Saison
02:17
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Bullish Projections
04:21
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Morning in America, so like a seething choad
Fatty gobble up cold cuts long, keep’a feeding cantaloupe
Little girl with the puppy-dog eyes, soon be teething bone
You’re better off alone
Got the urge to smash the mold, but you
Tremble under a boom-lit brow without the strength to lighten the load
How now that your face is melting down and you’re feeling stoned?
You’re better off alone
Some days are a longing haul, to take a page from Job
Some ladies are fawning does who cut your face to spite your bros, but
I found that girl among the rabble who can spring my soul
I’ll never be alone
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Mean Regressions
04:12
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Don’t ever say to me
My shrinking violet queen
“I’d like to set the scene”
Don’t ever say no more
Mine flaky crescent roll
“I’d like to take control”
Don’t ever come to me
With pining eyes to feed
“By rights I take my piece”
Know that your game’s a bore
Best try to find the door
While trying to fake control
Hold it
Why you wait for so long?
Cuz we got no pilots
Just crew to spare
Thrown down a gaping holy
Innocence, you dried me out
Got caught up in the role of erector
So folded
And when you want it down, sold
Get caught up in the pull of a trend line, below
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Isn’t it sweet to have the pink man on your team?
Kicking some ham, oh what a fan of the pink man
Bacon and SPAM®, meal on the spread of the pink man
Snausages® for hands to get the dogs drooling pools, man
Fingers like links, the scrapple lips and the pink cheeks
Imported pršut to make the mate of the pink man
Skin is so smooth just like the first time sans the sheath
Human panini-maker tan, orange-cream man
Isn’t it sweet to have the milkman on your team?
Isn’t it grand to drink a dram of the cream, man?
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