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V’s for the vice our collective balls are in
O my goodness and my stars
L-O-V-E’s another way to say
C: compassion, neither near nor far
A is always on my mind, not just some of the time
N’s the never-ending notion that we’ll be set loose
Oooooo
Let’s not tempt the supervolcano
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Utah's Dime
03:00
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Paging Doc Wan
I’d say farewell, but you just stepped in
With your three lab assistants
Their knowledge of the world outside the Beehive State
Is beginner at best
It’s coming out in weird ways
Oh, did we drink
You took one look at my Otter Box and said,
“I’ve just the thing”
Now I’m the proud owner of a seafoam green phone case
Your university’s per diem took the hit
It’s coming out in weird ways
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Sexy May I
02:37
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Do you read?
Not just books, but other people’s faces?
Are you prepared to lie in their good graces?
Will you maintain whatever debts incur were kismet?
And does it sting to walk that honey past a bees’ nest?
Just once
At last, you’d love to eat crow
You’re the last to tell and the first to know
Au naturel, no epilogue
Only prelude
And you dispel those with a detestable attitude
Just once
At last, you’d love to eat crow
You’re the last to tell and the first to know
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Judy Greer
03:01
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I can never say just what I’m trying to say
Your face, your eyes make me so
Carry all my problems from my apartment to the J
And listen to sad songs as I go
Out across the water and underground
These thoughts drown out the city with their solemn sound
Say goodbye to these dour messages
‘Cause it’s the last time
I can never say just what I’m trying to say
Your face, your eyes make me so
Carry all my problems from my apartment to the J
And listen to sad songs as I go
Say goodbye to these dour messages
‘Cause it’s the last time
I can never say just what I’m trying to say
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Bedding from Afar
03:52
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An invocation from the cold
Always chilly on the grid
Great distances I’m told
Effortlessly made amid
You type goodnight but that don’t mean you kiss it
And it just ain’t the same thing
How hard is it to save money on a rental car?
A ticket for the train?
You’re bedding from afar
And flesh is flesh, but underneath that wire mesh,
What’s left?
Upon reentry to the game
Away from every last slum
You’re relying on your brain
Not loving with your thumbs
No more right or left or flip a coin or fingers crossed
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Samadhi Ecstasy
04:25
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For a third of life, our eyes are closed
But you can’t see what you’re sleeping away
Putting off a world, a line long towed
An eternity you can conjure today
Harmony and bliss
Swear to gee whiz you won’t be remiss if you just trust
Get some shuteye but don’t tuck yourself in
It ain’t the charmed life
But try it out and yours will be rife with angel dust
All while sitting still, Jack’s just helping
Good advice on a leaf, a processed bark
A crutch, a lark you can blame it on in the end
Harmony and bliss
Swear to gee whiz you won’t be remiss if you just trust
Get some shuteye but don’t tuck yourself in
It ain’t the charmed life
But try it out and yours will be rife with angel dust
All while sitting still, Jack’s just helping
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Found myself with more than one place to be
A problem one wants to have
Happy hour ‘til ten
One block from the train
Thought it was pretend
Venue was all cozy
Music had me smiling
Or maybe it was your friend
Thought I’d step out to talk to my friends
Behind their cigs and pleasantries
What did arise from the smoke?
I don’t know
Reentered in slow-mo
Happy hour ‘til ten
One block from the train
Thought it was pretend
Venue was all cozy
Music had me smiling
Or maybe it was your friend
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Rhonda on Blow
03:19
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Extended your hand but I’m hesitant
Left a wet kiss on its back
You’re old enough to be president
And you’ll make your own party
If I nod my head like you need me to
You’ll go on talking
And if I play dead
Will you recognize me?
Your platform is carried on tattered shoes
Fast food that will feed a nation
Frequent trips to the bathroom
Where you’ll make your own party
If I nod my head like you need me to
You’ll go on talking
And if I play dead
Will you recognize me?
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Sweet Babboo
02:30
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And if you feel that you are being followed
Don’t think to glance over your shoulder
It’s the thrill of the chase, the way I stalk my prey
Tell mom and dad I’m coming over
Some chubby cherub had his arrow aimed at me
You can’t argue with a god’s accuracy
Dropped a valentine in everybody’s box but mine
Soon I’ll make you lack more than decency
Now and forever you will be my sweet babboo
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Fluff Piece
03:44
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A l r i g h t ,
H o l d o n o n e s e c o n d . . .
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Who said,
“Ambitions are ambitions and then you’re dead”?
You’re young
Undiscovered, so it’s still fun
Twiddle your fingers
Uncork the wine
A tree
Why it was planted, confounds me
And then it grew
Best years are still ahead of you
Momentum dwindles
What can I say?
Here’s a quick one while she’s in a bad way
A bad way
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Toy Newkirk
08:01
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You take the sidewalk
I’ll take the road
And in the silent parts
No one will know
Mind over matter
Pearls cast before swine
All will resolve in time
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Safety
05:31
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Bottle fed ipecac
Turned around so I could give Rudy a snack
I’m keeping up appearances for someone who’s seen me naked
Makes no sense but I press on
Donner l'exemple à mon cousin
Ten letters in depression
Not one I sent made it past your lawn
Safety first
It’s found a way to last
Call me a hearse
I’m next up at bat
Exercising caution in a padded room
Makes no sense but I press on
Donner l'exemple à mon cousin
Ten letters in depression
Not one I sent made it past your lawn
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