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The Gibbon Song
02:33
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The gibbon is flippin’ My vision is slippin’ He’s sportin’ a ribbon It’s called making a livin’ The gibbon is shiverin’ The pickin’s are slimmin’ The neighbors be trippin’ Behind the partition The atom was splittin’ It had a conniption This drivel is driven But all is for gibbon
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Tiny Black Scars
03:10
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How come whenever a girl likes me, she disappears? Is it a curse, a public service, or worse?Tiny black scars vein your porcelain face Your porcelain (disappeared) Hebrew face And I saw your bra, your purple Sabbath brassier I wasn’t even trying to look You were just changing but why were you changing there? Why were you changing? Why did you change? Tiny black scars Vein your porcelain face Your porcelain (disappeared) Hebrew face. How come whenever a girl likes me, she disappears? Is it a curse, a public service, or worse?Tiny black scars From bombs in cars
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Alone
03:18
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in the words of the creators it's not the meat it's the meatus and in the celebrants' opinions she is worse than all religions
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Activator
05:24
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He's an activator, faker, 2nd generation shaker; She's a max factor, bikini waxer and one hell of a relaxer
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Animal
02:05
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It’s good to be in touch with your primal side and no good can come from trying to hide. Nature is a force with which we all must reckon and you never know when it’ll decide to beckon. When it calls us we’re forced to come, no matter how brilliant, no matter how dumb. What are you, an animal? Convenient excuse, I gotta admit it. I may be an animal but you don’t need to remind me every five minutes. We want our erections to seem elevated, each lubrication, divinely fated, so when faced with physical symmetry we cloak our arousal in poetry. At the mercy of an inner brute We try to play it off as something cute. What are you, an animal? Convenient excuse, I gotta admit it. I may be an animal but you don’t need to remind me every five minutes the heat index infects our intellects when it comes to sex we’re like insects (x3)Now I'm not trying to say that love’s not real or that we all just fuck and never feel, but doesn't that instant tingle in your pants at any old pheromonal circumstance get a little tiresome eventually? Okay I’ll shut up, maybe it’s just me. What are you, an animal? Convenient excuse, I gotta admit it. I may be an animal but you don’t need to remind me every five minutes
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Overnight Delivery
04:51
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we were drinking wine in the back of my delivery truck it was strictly spo-dee-p.o.d. told her i used to be a roadie but she wasn't listening to me in the light she looked faintly kandinsky or maybe paul klee she told me freedom's just another word for overnight delivery working overnight delivery no tracking number no guarantee put in the two way mirror so we can "c" her o.d. well the night wore on and the drugs wore off and she was wearing less and less that girl from x was singing about a kiss and about a mess then the makeout led to crashout we were damned but we were blessed well the prose got as purple as the bruise over her heart i put the pedal to the metal she put the squeeze on the spark and nobody ever believes this part but we watched the prince of peace rise over the rooftop of paisley park you know i feel like kit carruthers every time the weather gets this stark when the softball team came in they shot us looks then bought us shots i think some of them might have fought it was bright as hell outside and hot as heaven in there i told her i never wanted to leave that bar the bartender was blasting open arms
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Ah, Youth
02:19
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so young, so ripe, so full of tripe; so young, so hot, so full of snot; so young, so sweet, so indiscreet; so young, so tight, so recondite.
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Oh, James
03:06
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Oh James, how does it feel to feel the fall of the wrecking ball? Was it a surprise with everyone's eyes looking at your death on display? Oh James. Now she's found another and now you've found the ground, with an enlarged liver for your pillow, in defeat you're eating meat. Oh James. I can't tell you how sorry I am - because I'm not sure that I am. It's time to lose and now you have time for Speed & Kentucky Ham. Oh James.
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Our contentment knows no bounds, our satisfaction is legion, gratified, that's what we are, the most fulfilled folks in the tri-state region: The Pleased. We're so agreeable, we never fight, just perfectly darn delightful, jovial, affable, downright sweet, fair-minded and insightful: The Pleasant; When we get together, everything's okay, no snarking, no bitching, no need to vent, dreams come true, disease is cured, no need for legislation, debate or consent: The Pleased and The Pleasant.
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I Blame Society
04:49
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More obvious than the weather, bigger impact too - dowsing for an inner state. Less tenuous than the tether binding false and true, conflating love and hate. I blame society. "Don't speak until you're spoken to" is a cliche, plus its mean - don't wanna come off like a bitch. So for now please just keep still like a good little machine, I promise someday I'll throw the switch. I blame society.
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11. |
Damn & Blast
02:47
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Lyric video https://youtu.be/ZoOqgCMGV2c
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