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This is not the way forward
This is not the way to move on
Imagine passing all the people whose faces you always saw but can no longer remember?
Having to make eye contact with your best friends and your worst enemies
Before making it to our respective destinations
Twist the knob behind our backs
Walk to astronomy or just the moon?
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Krisp Brown
00:56
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Predetermined temperature
Salt the water
Heat the oil
Seasoned
Marinated
Don’t want soggy
Don’t want burned
Thickened
Beaten
Set the timer
Watch and learn
The shell and yolk both say it’s time
Toothpick is clean
The meal is mine
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Now it is my turn to tell the story
Was it a walk in the woods?
Or a late night zoo trip?
On the peak of some mountains?
Or a melting ice strip?
There were definitely teeth involved
At the very least there were claws
Tufts of matted fur
A growl that rivaled the stomach
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Little strips of paper
So my mind is never bogged down by the big questions
Would you like paper or plastic?
Paper
How was your dinner?
Paper
How was your childhood?
Paper
Are you happy?
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Horseradish Knows What
01:34
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In a green suit whipped to a thick paste
Tantalize the taste buds
Paired with rice and fish
But these culinary tourists will never know I am not that cursed plant
My brother mustard has the stronghold
But I can come in second place
If only I can conquer Japan
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Jesus Crust
01:16
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Congealed and coagulated
Clot on the skin
Through the palms and feet
Beneath the lungs
Around the scalp
This is the stain you have brought upon the earth
Drip the blood from the edge of the wood
As it begins to crack and splinter into shards
The sky begins to boil as if an ocean of blue porcelain
So the shaker pours table salt of the earth
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Walk is too far
Can’t take the strain
I will sink in the snow and mud
Once we get rain can I ask a favor?
Can you carry my weight for me?
It is but the only way we will make the trip
Together
Forever
The three of us on the long journey home
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This simply will not suffice
Not for those with the blessing
With the blonde made from bleach
The yellow of the gods
Dark hair, dark thoughts, dark intent
Lower your expectations
It goes without saying
That my brows are high and nowhere near a darkened hue
Head dipped in sludge, tar, and oil
Achilles but the heel is a song by Gerard Way
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Too Much Wood. One Star
01:04
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It would only take one match and your whole world would come crumbling down
Ship shape is not a business model when the business isn’t ships
Destroy a forest to make a box with mediocre entrees and overpriced appetizers
A basement with oak, pine, cedar, willow, birch, walnut, mahogany, fir, ash to ashes
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Ronald Raygun
01:56
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Don’t point that pointless thing at me
The nuclear age has made it to space
Defend the nuclear family through the grit of veneers
Even if it kills millions
There is no difference between the presidency and a movie screen
Everyone gets rewarded for a fake smile no matter their bigotry
The best part of committing war crimes and shoving people deeper into poverty is forgetting that it ever happened the next day
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Awww Yeee
01:34
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Answer affirmatively
Answer affirmatively
The view from in here is warm and smells of crispy sugary sweet dough
The view from out here is tempting and your stench leaks into the ether above the kitchen stovetop
React negatively
The view seen from farther out is cold and reeks of failure and a lifetime of past regret
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The view from here is too steep
A swan dive risks the head
A bellyflop the whole body
A cannonball from atmospheric heights
Leaves but one means of protection
It is not a flattering view
From above or below
But terminal velocity is
My only enemy
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Father Deer Hands
01:34
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Bow your heads
Kneel
Let those in need frolic in your pastures freely
But do not shine your headlights into their eyes
Nor should you look at those who shine their lights with animosity or confusion
We all desire to cross the street
Let the night be open and all inclusive
Put your hooves together and dream of venison
Amen
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Don’t confuse the follicles with faulty circuitry
The style of an entire generation
These aren’t your father’s hair plugs
I was born sexy yesterday
Digital
Suckling
Motherboard’s teet
Binary
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Pay Attention!
01:48
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Eyes to the front
Don’t let nature distract you
Windows are for fresh air not fresh ideas
Imagine a world where
No actually, don't image anything at all
The world is cruel and imagination is crueler
Dreams are just your body revolting against the reality at hand
So keep your eye on the prize of never winning a prize because that is all this world will offer you
Why are you crying?
Smile
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Est. 2008.
Studio band of Patrick Hogan (Time Bomb, Bookburner) and Jacob Lee (Keeper, Elder Devil, Hellish Form, dontcryformeimalreadydead)
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