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Dirt For Breakfast
03:00
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Are they right? If I fly to the sun am I cursed to burn and
Crash to the ground, burst into flames
Are they right? If I can't win the fight are they going to come and
Stomp on your head, feed you the pavement
Make me laugh, make me dance, make me sing
Make me run, make me cry, make me scream
Carry on as you were
Pretend that I'm not even here
Do exactly what you were planning on doing anyway
I wouldn't want to interrupt what was going so well
(Now)
You search for a sign
(Or is it now)
Some proof of a reason
(You're up to your neck in the search for the truth)
When suddenly the epiphany that
We can laugh, we can dance, we can sing
Yet we run, yet we cry, yet we scream
Despite the best of intentions you crash to the ground
Burst into flames
Despite all of your strength they stomp on your head
Feed you the pavement
(Are they right? If I fly to the sun am I cursed to burn and
Crash to the ground, burst into flames
Are they right? If I can't win the fight are they going to come and
Stomp on your head, feed you the pavement
Make me laugh, make me dance, make me sing
Make me run, make me cry, make me scream)
I can't seem to get anything right
I never seem to get anything right
You're up to your neck
In the waves of regret
Optimist or pessimist
You get what you expect
Sick to the teeth
Of the shit you don't need
Pessimist or optimist
What you expect is what you see
(Now)
You search for a sign
(Or is it now)
Some proof of a reason
(You're sick of the wonder obstructing your view)
When suddenly the epiphany that
We can laugh, we can dance, we can sing
Yet we run, yet we cry, yet we scream
Despite the best of intentions you crash to the ground
Burst into flames
Despite all of your strength they stomp on your head
Feed you the pavement
(Are they right? If I fly to the sun am I cursed to burn and
Crash to the ground, burst into flames
Are they right? If I can't win the fight are they going to come and
Stomp on your head, feed you the pavement
Make me laugh, make me dance, make me sing
Make me run, make me cry, make me scream)
Do you believe that this could turn out alright?
Do you believe that this could turn out alright?
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2. |
I Miss Being A Potato
02:00
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Every so often
I find myself in a position of power
I find myself in control
I look back at a wasted past
Look in the mirror thinking
Oh well what the fuck do you know?
Take the time to realise the world is fine
The only thing that's broken here's inside your mind
Why am I so tired
Can't make my brain go
Lying on the sofa
I'm a potato
Can't handle more drugs
So say no to jejo
Cause oh man I'm so baked
I'm a potato
Now in the moment
Forgot what it's like to be drowning in sorrow
To feel the dearth in your soul
You're happy at last, but this too will pass
Look in the mirror thinking
Oh well what the fuck do you know?
Take the time to realise the world is fine
The only thing that's broken here's inside your mind
Why am I so tired
Can't make my brain go
Lying on the sofa
I'm a potato
Can't handle more drugs
So say no to jejo
Cause oh man I'm so baked
I'm a potato
I can't remember
I'm better off fried
Mouth feels like cotton (Attention is rotten)
Attention is rotten (Mouth feels like cotton)
Words I've forgotten
So I bibbidy bobbity boo
What did I do last night?
I can't remember
Lion on the sofa
(Oh shit that sounds dangerous)
I can't recount all the glasses I've smashed
I drank too much vodka
I ended up mashed
Like a pa-pa-tada-ta-ta-to-da-da-da-daaaaaa
(Potato)
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Lying on the sofa
I'm so far gone
That I'm watching a TV that's not even on
If my eyes are open
I'm looking spangled
At the pearlescent adventures of Mister Quadrangle
Bouncing from corner to corner onscreen
Emblematic of movies I've already seen
When he spoke, it was in the voice of the late Steve McQueen
Which was what tipped me off that the following may very well turn out to be a dream, cause he said...
Son...
You spend too much of your time in front of that TV set
No pixels can compare to the skinned knees and anal sex
Which only come from living a life fulfilled, free of the regrets
Of all the wonderful experiences that you could have had, but didn't
So steal a fucking motorbike and ramp a fucking bus
Swim with fucking dolphins, if you really fucking must
But if you're going to do that, take a fucking ton of drugs
And make sure that you surround yourself with people that you trust because
The world's a big bad scary place, but it's not as bad as it seems
So don't you let your lack of a bicycle stop you from cycling to your dreams
Try a little bit of everything, take moderation to the extremes
Life's a filthy slutty bitch, fuck her until she screams
And if danger comes a'knocking, just you wave your blunderbuss
And if anybody gies you hassle, well that cunt can deal wi' us
Cause me and my crew, we wouldn't have you spend your last moments on Earth
Arranging furniture for an anthropomorphic raccoon, I mean really mate, what the fuck?
Right at that moment, I awoke with a start
I could feel in my chest my fast beating heart
My knees were aching and my dick was hard
But I'd forgotten the significance of this.
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4. |
Morning Ritual
03:11
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Jerked off and drank my coffee
It seems I am experiencing exponentially diminishing returns
Oh what? Excuse me, I'm sorry
For muddling your tiny mind with all these words you really should have learned
I drag myself out of bed
Sadly resigned to a life of luxury
But my mind sees steel bars and bunkers instead of the antenna feeding me populist signal
The air that I breathe is four hundred degrees
I can feel my troubles melt away
No longer cursed with persistence of consciousness
I can taste my splintered memory
Watching from overhead, guarding me carefully are
Angels, Watchmen, God and the NSA
I must be too dumb to know what is good for me
Vote malevolent lizard overlord in 2016
This is impossible
Trust in authority, a logical fallacy
Making the hardest call
Fumbling to structure objective reality
Psychotic brainwashing subtly got to me
Gathering materials to assemble my spaceship
Prep me for surgery, autolobotomy
Anaesthesiologists, bring me the good shit
The air that I breathe is four hundred degrees
I can feel my troubles melt away
No longer cursed with persistence of consciousness
I can taste my splintered memory
Watching from overhead, guarding me carefully are
Angels, Watchmen, God and the NSA
I must be too dumb to know what is good for me
Vote malevolent lizard overlord in 2016
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stellartux Glasgow, UK
I make music. Here is some of it.
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