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Oh boy, oh yes. I can die happy, I can finally rest.
The kids will all see, the kids will all hear
the dark, perverted thoughts I keep between my white ears.
And the band that plays next
will get to make a joke about our awkward set,
so that's great! It was all for you,
and I named it "Captain Jazz" so I'd get sued.
And so you'd click. And pretend.
"Oh, I heard of them, yeah! But I don't know if I listened."
"I watched the music video, it was sort of cliché..."
"They sound like 'Michael Cera Palin' in a screamy sort of way!"
Well, I can talk to angels, and I see through time.
I'm as powerful as god, at least for tonight.
When we're spinning and shaking, I'm drunk and it's dark.
With pierced rose legs and hockey stick arms.
Three old TVs and a 96 Dodge
parked in a row in a burning down garage
AND IM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Flirting with the idea constantly,
a wink of light in an ocean painted muddy black.
To sink to the bottom and not come back,
to dredge up her treasures and then sink again.
No more fingers, but still palming at the mud.
Dig deeper down and create a brand new
spacious apartment in a scenic downtown location.
Who wants to play Catch the Idol?
To sit and be still and stare at the sun
until she kisses you on the other side of her world?
"There's more water here, I promise.
You'll never be thirsty again."
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Revive Zordon
03:08
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I never want to be sober again,
I want to stumble through the hall
and scream at posters.
Teen Suicide? THAT HIPSTER THAT DATES KITTY PRIDE??
She reblogged me once! Does that count for anything?
I was somebody for a moment! But it all went away
and I just keep clawing at the empties
trying to crawl back up the mountain.
To a peak made of candles and light
and sweet honey from Deer and Acorn.
To break the branch in my palms and watch the fire burn.
"Wait, wasn't this song about Le Scene™?"
No, not really but that's ok. I feel fine about it!
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To break
to age
to find a truth that don't go away
To burn
alive
to wait for another dream tonight
To build
to crave
to skip the parts of boredom and weight
To hold
to lose
I can't even tell if that's you
The Want. The Need. The Hunger. To own everything.
The Want, that's all there is, and that's all there's ever been.
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All Women Go to Heaven
03:51
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All I've ever been
is running in circles again and again.
There's messages and codes
and secrets and notes
from god's mouth to my tongue,
and he speak through me.
There's a church where I was born
kissed with snow, and the pews are worn.
He looks down just to ME,
and through the paint, I swear I hear him speak.
He says "Douglas,
"I know you're hurting.
"I know the pain.
"I know the burden.
"It's all for a reason,
"there's a purpose.
"The gates aren't closed,
"and you aren't worthless."
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Pwen
01:59
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If you had stayed,
I would have broken every promise I ever made.
Become a victim anew,
and blamed all my lies onto you.
I'm an anchor, a weight, there's not truth in what I say.
I just sink.
How could I go back, just once?
Back home, in a dream, a bright dream?
You're there, you're there, you were always there just waiting.
I refused to open my eyes, and I'm sorry.
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Two Oh One Five, a cataract.
If I had one glock more than the just married kind,
I'd be shooting my way to the other side.
Where there's fruit plates, free drinks, and camel lights.
So I could smoke up, get high for the rest of my life.
They'd all clap, all sing my words for me so I could
pose hard, World Is, cover of AP.
But I'm dying, too old, rotting away and it's
cringe-pilled, copium. There's poison in my brain.
I just want to fire up my truck but it's a cube in a pile of scrap iron,
old tires, and there's nothing left for me.
Just safe car, coffee, get to work early.
I sit there, think of all the things I've seen
all the good times and good friends who I respect a lot!
If I see you ever there's a present going into your hands,
our hands, brothers again! Like we're made for Heaven or
a 12 pack of prism light beams. Amber, ichor, and what the fuck do I see
but a true fear. Mirror. That shows me a scene of a Holiday Inn just evaporating.
I'm never singing another lullaby for you zoomers ever again,
and if I do I'm held under duress or so desperate I might
as well be covering Stranger Things Running Up That Hill
Emo Version Youtube High Quality
TikTok dances to American Football LP3, Dikembe Twitch streams,
I wish it was over. I wish it was 2015. I wish I was in the Get Rad
Last.fm group shitposting.
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10000000000000 Angels
02:43
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Less gold, more roan
There's more angels in this room
than I'll ever know
Two feet above empties and cables and smoke
She already knows
Less gold, more roan
Like the scars and mistakes that are hid by my clothes
There's no way to say I'm sorry, so can I just be alone?
She already knows
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Riddles and postcards addressed to my old home
Lining the yard, a blankey of snow
I was too young to see, to angry to know
There were angels there waiting
Wings and eyes all staring at me,
Hoping I'd fall down where I'm supposed to be
Tucked in the grass, silently sleeping
There were angels there waiting
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It was always out of spite, every action I take
Throwing up all my food and leering at my neighbors plate
Like a virus, a disease, a flowchart for a brain
Is this how I really feel? Or is it a learned response to pain?
I haven't told anyone this, but I'm having a really good day
The sun's shining outside, and not a chance of rain
Grass brushing my ankles, and feeling so good
Breathing in that good ol' oxygen, and praising God because I should!
I type "peace" into the address bar, and it loads that page right up!
It's a picture of where I am, what excellent wonderful luck!
You're staring out at a cargo ship, there's no one there but you and me
A bird sings "Yo Soy Milk", the waves lick the sand like it's sweet.
The clouds gather too, a cyclone like a man
And I see who it is, and who I've always been
"You wanted the songs more than all that god could give,
"and you wanted the silence until you got sick of it."
Well, I have everything I want. I want what everyone has.
I am the Grabbler, the Prize Boy. I am fucking Captain Jazz.
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