1. |
Parrot Bile
02:06
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you cretin, you dolt
you arrogant schmuck
you dimwit, you cluck, you fool
you drooling fool.
you simpleton boob
you moron, you hump
you oaf, buffoon
you nincompoop.
you hide behind a snide festoon.
you got it all figured out
in giant black and white balloons
and letters ninety stories high
you remove any doubt
with vacuous and asinine parrot bile.
you dullard, you schlub
you lemming, you punk
you meathead, you numbskulled one watt bulb.
you idiot
you think you’re the shit.
but you’ve never met Quasar.
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2. |
Cobweb Chandeliers
02:33
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a simple sandwich of joy and dogs’ blood
panic strikes, the people run in place.
it’s a magnet that pulls terror out your ears
when plastic bayonets drive the herd.
it slaps the honey right off your beard
it smacks a stupid smile across your chin.
quite the mess you make playing janitor.
you paint the golden gate
and jump again.
it’s a phantom limb that’s digging us a grave
when cobweb chandeliers keep you awake.
it slaps the honey right off your beard
it smacks a stupid smile across your chin.
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3. |
Diamond Poisoning
03:30
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an audible rash
throat like a cabbage
an outbreak of diamond poisoning.
in a pyramid scheme
shrink-wrapped in plastic
moths in want of flame.
the virus in bloom woos you to ruin
so take all you can get
while the getting is good.
lock your doors at night
board up your windows
don’t let anyone in
they only want your gold.
with cameras in tow
corralled by their trinkets
one last limo ride.
the beautiful stars
the gangsters, the lawyers
burst like shepherds pie in a towering fire.
we came from apes
now we’re becoming comet sheep.
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4. |
The Late S.S. Curmudgeon
03:30
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i found gold aboard a sinking ship
champagne and shambles
i filled a lifeboat up
and capsized from the weight.
i floated a long ninety days
how i lived i couldn’t say
the late ss curmudgeon
flotsam in the waves.
throw off your boxing gloves
empty your pockets
there’s no point in fighting it
or being moored to lint.
worry not, oh castaway
float along another day
the shore will find you.
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5. |
Horse vs. Volcano
04:00
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a horse jumped in the mouth of a volcano
and willfully removed himself from his reins.
a life spent broken, blinded, and drudged upon
the dull ache of shame eaten up in the flames.
you know what i mean.
a pig climbed in the bowl of a trebuchet
and launched himself out deep into the woods.
a violent, festered life in a prison city
he chose to take his chances with the wolves.
you know what i mean.
a chicken dipped into the mississippi
and willfully removed herself from her cage.
she saw her family die in a macerator
she pecked and scratched her way out past the waves.
you know what i mean.
a horse jumped in the mouth of a volcano.
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6. |
Champions of Affluenza
04:38
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7. |
Gut Full of Worms
03:38
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in a heavy head
in a gut full of worms
ain’t no room for clumsy hands
clawing up my nerves.
on a desert isle
one lives on irony.
there’s enough to go around
and wash us all asea.
if i jumped off a bridge
i’d probably fall onto a truck
full of hay bales and mattresses.
if i tried to shoot myself
i’d only mutilate my face
and become a drooling vegetable.
nothing’s ever lost
so just move along.
if i were to disappear
would you know i was gone?
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8. |
Rheumy Hindsight
04:20
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try to fight your hunger
old souls dine alone.
breathe in all your longing
lick your wounds.
bathe in rheumy hindsite
and toast the knots you tie.
and you wonder
how things fall apart just as expected.
be ashamed
it was the worst mistake that you could make.
your caterpillar scheme didn’t take.
you fed yourself to the furnace.
on a friday evening
drink yourself to sleep.
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9. |
Fuck Yeah Quasar!
02:59
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a baby star a million light years away
it got so hungry it ate and ate and ate and ate
lots of space stuff.
it ate too much and belched a beam of light.
the older stars
they all guffaw and hate.
but they can’t front cuz Quasar’s fuckin’ aye.
fuck yeah Quasar!
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