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Orange Marmalade
03:18
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red bird flies from the east and
benjamin begins to feast on
the orange marmalade
his gut, striped and swollen
his master mad that he ate
all the orange marmalade
analyze what the masses say and
defy authority so
i can take a silent hike to nowhere
little agnes in the meadow (oh no!)
try to run from father geno
she bleeds
like orange marmalade
anaylyze what master says and
escape authority so
i can take a sunday drive to nowhere
in the woodshed i feel fine
no one knows what's yours or mine
no one knows who i came here to be
under fluff with yellowed fangs
full of just my hunger pangs
with no orange marmalade
the fox left his tail in the forest
now just a nub of shame and soreness
looks like orange marmalade
analyze what the bastards say and
destroy authority so
i can take a rocket ship to nowhere
in the woodshed i feel fine
no one knows what's yours or mine
no one knows who i came here to be
under starlight and moonshine
the spectre doesn't seem to mind
pull the needle through along the seam
looks like orange marmalade
tastes like orange marmalade
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2. |
Existential Crisis
03:33
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cuz im in the middle of an existential crisis
and the note on the wall
tells me how i might get out of it
take a left at the right
well, you might be all right
take a right at the left,
don't jump off the cliff
take a look in the mirror
well, you might see the top of your head
which brings me back to my existential crisis
the drink rings on my brain matter's surface
is there noise from up top?
well, probably not
is the bottom the top?
well, maybe it's not
just when i thought i was on top of it all
i'm afraid there's nothing to be afraid of
i'm busy feeling when i should have been brilliant
no one knows the ending better than the epilogue
i let the sunrise down
she didn't come for sixteen days
that's my estimate
and when the storm comes
and we're screaming at the dark
it's not my fault
i'm nearing the end of my existential crisis
the bubbles have stopped floating to the surface
when the ticking has talked
i can no longer talk
la la la la la la la la la
bury me beneath that old sycamore tree
when the lovers have loved
the puddle remains
when you speak of me
try to leave out the hate
you have for me in your me your self and your i
the hate you have in your eyes
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3. |
Chinese Tie
03:43
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when the screen door closed behind
and I walked down that old beaten path
the merlot hung in the air
runneth over from your glass
on the line
yes, i've done my time
yet no one wants to play with me no more
on the line
i was always on the line
no one hits reply anymore
when the darkness meets the clouds
and sets the horizon on fire
i'll be alone in my sunday best
my button up and my chinese tie
on the line
yes, i've done my time
yet no one wants to play with me no more
on the line
i was always on the line
no one hits reply anymore
no more
when the years bump and they multiply
and the threads have all run grey
i'll be jaded and compromised
i'll need that slap to my face
on the line
yes, i've done enough time
yet no one wants to play with me no more
on the line
i was always on the line
no one hits reply anymore
no more
oh, no more
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4. |
Tiger Stripes
02:47
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whoa oh oh
she's got a lemon cherry sunset
she's got a monkey screaming sunrise
she's got a silver pole
copy of rubber soul
and a belly full of tiger stripes
whoa
she's not easily delighted
by the jingle jangle jungle
she screams profanity
curses normality
hates your morality when it fucks her
and there it goes again
whoa oh oh
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