1. |
caught
00:30
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CATHOLIC SHAME
02:23
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That Catholic shame, it knows your name, it'll grab you by the wrist. And when it comes, don't resist. A fire truck, now an ambulance, the lights are loud, flashing/blaring. But no sirens. Steal back your fear, master your shame. The truth is clear as fallout, acid rain.
Programmed to believe we were raised from leaves to trees, my mantra. Eat work, pray and conceive, a mantra my mantra.
I'll fuck for Jesus, I'll fuck for Christ.
That Catholic shame, now it knows your name, it grows like a cyst. Sharp painful, it's fucking noxious. But nows come the time, steal back your shine/take back what's mine. You know it's right.
And when it comes. RESIST.
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3. |
@
00:59
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Well 3am on a fish market floor I saw you was tyin flies.
3am on a west coast shore, I sat watchin you late July
Your face, so picture perfect, you got your head in your hands.
Well three am on a fish market floor
I could've been yours.
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4. |
SOUL PRESCRIPTION
04:04
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All my friends on drugs
we got a welcome mat says "go away"
like the Swiss Army be carryin
A very very small small blade
but it's still a blade
and I'm goin to Minnesota
don't need your fake hangover
dilate my fuckin eyes
dreams make my pupils wide
why?
Because this is what my soul's prescribed
if I wasn't me
well I just might
I'll expect the worst from you
because history's taught me to
be calm stay cool
see what's between me and you
yes, like rust to dust
see what's become of us
and just
ask me about the weather
ask me about the weather
and this is what my soul's prescribed
if I wasn't me
well I just might
Watch me closely
mind what you see
watch what you see
when you see me
I know you're thinking we're the same, you and I
cause you watch me walk, walk that line
but there's one thing, you should keep in mind
only one thing you should keep in mind
you're watchin me from, 12 steps behind
I keep walkin, you keep watchin because
this is what my soul's prescribed
if I wasn't me
well I just might
and this is MINE
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5. |
3a.m.
00:51
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Well 3am on a fish, fish market floor
writin poetry in a room, a room without doors
friend stopped me, took my picture said pass
I hope that lasts
and now there's skulls at the bottom of my beer but
fuck em man I won't see until I get
there
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6. |
ROSIE
03:00
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You take what I make,
put it out on the streets
and you work for me
yes you work for me
and why can't you see
Now rosie yeah c'mon rosie
you work for me, yes you work for me
You get it out, well get it out
you turn it, well turn it around
You can't face my taste
lest it's between the sheets
and you work for me
still you work for me
Now rosie yeah c'mon rosie
you work for me, yes you work for me
You get it out, well get it out
you turn it, well turn it around
Rosie yeah, my baby
got nothing left to say, once you inspired me
9 years ago, this may
mean that the loss is mourned and new heart is born
in this place
well 2 months
2 weeks ago
Today
this may
2 months, 2 weeks ago
Today
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7. |
;
00:04
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8. |
NOOSE
03:26
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When you slit your wrist, I was the one who bled
she said
we can be friendly, but we can't be friends
no, she said
when you slit your wrist, I was the one who bled
she said
"When it's all tangled, knotted in a mess, gotta rework the product, put old cats to rest"
she said
when you split your lips, it was my ears that bled
she said
you sound offended, I don't mean to offend
no offense
when you split your lips, it was my ears that bled
"When it's all tangled, knotted in a mess, gotta rework the product, put old cats to rest"
You put em out, you put them
DOWN
Pray for me
in that hospice bed you put that noose around my neck
then you left
then you told me that our means,
well they don't meet the ends
I said amen
and now's come the time to make amends, let's repent
"When it's all tangled, knotted in a mess, gotta rework the product, put old cats to rest"
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9. |
a
00:40
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10. |
DYSON
04:11
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You talkin to me, your lips be movin'
but ya ain't sayin much of anything at all
cause I've been wired,
I've been wired into sadness before I could walk
What I am is what I ain't
red tape and knowledge for, knowledge sake
And you're talkin to me
right before, I could walk
And I wanna be
I wanna be like Mike
I wanna be like Michael
Michael Dyson
And you oughta know
we're trying to save you
left, left, right, wrong
And the man
is at the microphone
he calls your eyes
to your backbone
and the man's at the microphone
armed with words
and a razor dome
and the man
he calls the man
with his microphone
And we're trying to save you
and you're tryin to
shut SHUT US UP
and we know you're tryin to
SHUT US UP
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11. |
heart
00:54
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12. |
collapse
02:30
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Self preservation, suicidal skin
turned back too late, ended up in Portland
punk rock poet, yeah she crossed my eyes
through fields of vision, she smelled the swine
a friends hand, outstretched yeah
a friends hand, mimicking, mimicking mine
turned towards him, to check the time
"at that point though, you really are just freaking the weirdest version of yourself out"
And it's three am. on a fish market floor. and. I. Could. Have. Been.
Yours
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