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Slob
03:52
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I'll feed my face with glutton and rhyme
I'll bend the rules to skew the time
I'll heed my words of years ago
Wherever they'll go
I've been at ease with who I am
I'm just a slob who's lost his head
And as I melt into the month of work I didn't work
And the floor cracks with better hacks
They've come before me and they've passed
These gluttons of sympathy will breed and breed
But none stand out
None stand out, no none stand out
How can I stand to bare to be unoriginal?
Just a face in the crowd
Just a drop in the ocean
I'm just another face amongst a world of faces
Well I can't escape that fate, as you cannot yourself
And with that understanding, we'll keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on, Keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on, Keep on keeping on
Well what gives you the right to say
That it can be my fault anyway?
Well I can't believe I bought that shit of so long
I ain't no slob, I'm right where I belong
So sluggish I may be today
Truth is, it's not my fault anyway
I ain't no slob, I'm right where I belong
I ain't no slob, I'm right where I belong
I ain't no slob, I'm right where I belong
I ain't no slob, I'm right where I belong
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Smile, Boy
02:07
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Looming lumex turns away
He sacrificed another day
Foreboding that this day was soon to come
Sticky carpet
Filled with shit
A certain musk right over it
His fair weather friends had had enough
Lansing linguists and dear old friends
Copped the drugs, she needed them
End the day she was knowing that it was his fault
“Pretty little wench” he thought
How could he go a day apart
Left alone with jaded feline friends
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
But I don’t need you
Pathetic sack of lying toxins
It’s clear that he couldn’t handle this
God then laughed and struck him on the spot
Stupid fucking man child
Five years a wasted within these songs
It seems that nothing will ever fucking change
The good days were never pinned to the calendar
But everyone could recite the bad on the nose
Riffing on the stage that night
He smiled then, he smiled then
No one gave a shit, No one gave a shit
No one gave a shit, No one gave a fucking shit
Haha!
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
But I don’t need you
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Endless Desires
02:46
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Placid mind, or a selfish hand
You never knew if it’s one of the same
And if only the money was right
Then maybe we’d start to see change
Once a grain in the sand
You caught me with the sleight of your hand
What a change from true romance
The crowd applauds a seasonal move
Endless desires
Endless desires
Endless desires
Endless desires
Won’t you heal with your holy touch
Only a month later over the phone
And even then you struck me down
I’m glad you even answered the call
You’re the envy
Center of attention and command
You won’t see me
Castrating your next fall
Endless desires
Endless desires
Endless desires
Endless desires
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ゴーン
02:19
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Are you gone?
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My My My
02:13
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Love Song 11
03:27
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Do you feel any better
Do you make yourself proud
Are you going through motions
When you sleep in his bed
You weren’t the kind to stay over
For a one night stand
But be as you be
I'm not yours to keep
Do you deem it all foolish
When I’m up all night
I guess it would be stupid
To put faith in my lies
You yourself aren’t honest
I could see it in your eyes
As months went on
Two years have gone
Like an anchor I’ll sink beneath the waves
Take a bottle of drink and I’ll fail to breath
And with every gulp, I’ll pray I won't choke
On the tears left behind my songs for you
The tears left behind my songs for you
Do you feel any better
Knowing you won’t hear this song
Are you going through motions
Working to blow this all off
You weren’t the kind to forget me
Until you forgot who you were
So spare the details
You’re just another song
Like an anchor I’ll sink beneath the waves
Take a bottle of drink and I’ll fail to breath
And with every gulp, I’ll pray I won't choke
On the tears left behind my songs for you
The tears left behind my songs for you
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The Man
04:23
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Nowhere else could this be found, holding in the sound
He held his hands up high, he knew this wasn't right
But where else could he dream?
He's shot down by his brother's hand, he claims he's a man
But when it comes to manning up he just repeals his demands
And the silence was broken, the colors are melting into his skull
The songs of old that made him bold, he says "don't leave me down"
Nowhere else could this be found, holding in the sound
He held his hands up high, he knew this wasn't right
But where else could he dream?
Nowhere else could this be found, holding in the sound
He held his hands up high, he knew this wasn't right
But where else could he dream?
It's round two of this scrimmage match, he's holding it in
He looks to his left and his right, he knows he's no match
And the silence was broken, the colors are melting into his skull
The songs of old that made him bold, he says "don't leave me down"
And his blood is pumping and his hands are shaking
And he holds his heart with competitive intent
He'll know that never again can he show his face
Nowhere else could this be found, holding in the sound
He held his hands up high, he knew this wasn't right
But where else could he dream?
Nowhere else could this be found, holding in the sound
He held his hands up high, he knew this wasn't right
But where else could he dream?
I ain't no slob, I ain't no slob
(What will set him free?)
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You're not who you say you are
You're not so clever
You pass me by and don't tell me what's on your mind
As I lie awake at night
I see you text him
And you empty your life because he treats you right
And I can't compete, I can't compete with that
You had took eight shots, and I grew concern and raised my voice
But you had made it very clear that my voice was weak, my mind so meek
You prevailed in crying all night, I took care of you
Our distance grew
And you left that night, now he treats you right
And I can't compete, I can't compete with that
And I'll stay afloat somehow
Every night I'll dream away
I can't compete, I can't compete with that
The memories petrify, fossilized feelings solidify we cope
Still I dig for gold that's never shown its face
A day is a long time, months have gone, all this time I cope
Time has a way of taking its fucking time
We cope
Time has a way of taking its fucking time
Time has a way of taking its fucking time
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10. |
Flashback
04:52
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I have visions of long long ago
Under blankets and covers that glow
Emit the light of new lands
I spend so much time in my hands
It was sort of relieving
Not short of receiving
A fantasy driven by heaven
If my former self could meet myself
Do you think it’d be easy?
Take me back (I rode the bus to school)
When had no name (Where’s good old Johnny now?_
Take me back
It perturbs me when I can’t look at myself in the face
Without the reminder of space
In between the time that it took to get me here
Consider this a time bomb
Year after year, I can’t keep up with what I’ve evolved
Year after year, surely this will all be resolved
Keeping track of time's surreal
Feels like you’ve forgotten our deal
So seldom the sound of a change of heart
It feels just like a flashback, flashback
Up in the woods, I scrambled eggs for days
Stuck on Pluto, I resent the sexist songs
Atlantis, Photography what does this mean to me
If you’ve stuck along but not for long
If you ever sang, or danced or jammed
In between the time it took to get me here
I love you all sincere
Year after year, I can’t keep up with what I’ve evolved
Year after year, surely this will all be resolved
Keeping track of time's surreal
Feels like you’ve forgotten our deal
So seldom the sound of a change of heart
It feels just like a flashback, flashback
They tell me all of the time not to speak my mind
But in this moment I see what this does for you and for me
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Great Lakes Feather Company Owosso, Michigan
A project hailing from Lansing, Michigan, featuring an eclectic combination of pop sensibilities cut out of electronic, hip hop, rock and punk ideologies.
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