1. |
Edict
04:32
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don’t let go
everything’s forever
stay on this road
everything’s forever
we put the sin in sincerity
perennial death and a cup of tea
the touch and the glove
this is not love
stick with it
everything’s forever
’s no limit
everything’s forever
we wrote the edict from above
we bleached all the crows to look like doves
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2. |
The Pill
04:04
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this spirit’s uninspired in gray weather
without the sun it is a cold and rotting mess
give me the pill and i’ll feel better
double the fill and i’ll feel a little less
i’ll lie for hours here in vain
tethered
(to) great quilts of pain
i can’t get up nor get no rest
give me the pill and i’ll feel better
double the fill and i’ll feel a little less
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3. |
You
05:46
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never had a bill any better than this
never had a reason quite as decent as this
but you were naked on the inside
full of phantoms on the outside
and now the outer heads are calling
and i’ve got nothing
doesn’t anybody know
isn’t this what making plans is for
never ready to renew
always betting way too much, too much on you
thought i had it set, yeah i thought i had a setting
thought we had a deal but you would rather have a wedding
you said you’re sorry it’s a bummer
told me to call you back next summer
but we both know where this is heading
all this waiting
all this waiting wears me down
masturbating
wasting time while sticking ‘round
nothing’s growing
has this all been just for fun
now it’s showing
what we had was never gone
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4. |
Leaves
04:35
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see the flickering impressions
see the world turn into waves
see all your favourite dogmas go astray
you’re gonna find your way
you don’t get to choose what it leaves behind
dream of flying, dream of falling
dream of crawling on the ground
dream of tearing the dreamer’s curtain down
with the light you found
you don’t get to choose what it leaves behind
i kind of like that mike hughes guy
but who will care for his cats
when he comes crashing down one final round
now who’s the one who’s flat?
you don’t get to choose what it leaves behind
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5. |
Shrink
04:04
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as you grow smaller
looking wired and weak
you still underestimate its vicious streak
think you can eat
think you can sleep
think what you’ve sown is what you reap
ecstatic jitters
rivers of sweat
what you feel is what you get
internal summer leaves you
stained and sore
still there’s room for one more
i know who you’ll be thinking of
unaccounted for but fuck it
it vanished in your pocket
for this moment anyway
rejoice in your animated decay
i know who you’ll be thinking of
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6. |
Drowning Clown
05:31
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strait jacket diapers,
strait jacket palls
the sound of no revolution
echoes through us all
no one here is lifting veils
or working miracles
tear down another zero
push the unborn against the wall
see the drowning clown
in the public pool
here’s what tears him down
and what makes him drool
see him going down
slowing to a crawl
how his pious frown
has his joy enthralled
who’d bury us, if we’d die right here
the golden worm will have its turn
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7. |
The Mothman Flaps
07:17
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the mothman flaps to close the gaps
between our world and his
he’s been here since the year 1966
his eyes are red when his wings are spread,
he cannot be dismissed
they say he’ll show to warn old joe
that something is amiss
his language skills are close to nil,
we don’t know what he said
we can’t find out what he’s on about
‘till everybody’s dead
it’s hard to speak with such a tiny beak
when you don’t even have a head
he’s just misunderstood, now his neighbourhood is
dripping, dripping with dread
he gave us clues about the flu.
didn’t make a dent
as a scary present he went to point pleasant,
could not fulfill his intent
he took his powers to the twin towers
nobody took the hint
neither visits to the power plants
or any other plans to help even made the print
the mothman flaps his wings to warn of bridge collapses,
such an admirable dude
i know the language barrier might make him a carrier
of crappy aptitude
if we could grok his screeches as prophetic speeches,
save him from his solitude
sharing vatic conclusions even when it brings confusion
takes strength and fortitude
there can be none meeker than the freiburg shrieker,
as the germans call our friend
no action finer than how he saved the miners
from a stoned and dusty end
papers just ignore him and his flapping forelimbs,
he don’t fit in with their trends
they should all be praising the god damn amazing
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
the mothman flaps, one day perhaps
they’ll recognize his deeds
some day some year they’ll see him clear
for the hero that he is
his story must be told, front page and centerfold,
wipe out the public’s baseless fears
divide the good from all falsehood,
never mind those dogs and deers
the mothman flaps, a million laps, chasing after cars
screeches of dangers to perfect strangers,
our protector from the stars
he’s old and wise, with those big red eyes
he’ll find us where we are
as he spreads his wings his believer sings
for the mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
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8. |
Go Go Shitstain Ultra
02:21
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we are purple
we are green
blaze like a whirlpool of gasoline
go go shitstain ultra we are one
golden boys on laser beams
we’re your moist and soggy dream
team
shitstained hallowed and supreme
go go shitstain ultra we are one
go go shitstain ultra we are
go go shitstain ultra we are one
no promises nor guarantees
but double digit victories
adversaries down on their hands and knees
go go shitstain ultra we are one
go go shitstain ultra we are
go go shitstain ultra we are one
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9. |
Mozart Ate Paint
10:23
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