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A History of Bad Men
04:48
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Wake up, you never looked so glum.
Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming?
It's easy for me I got a headstart running away.
Keep up, or your disease spread quick.
So how did you learn to be sick so cunning?
It's easy to see but you just keep on loving alone.
Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling...
How many moles do you suppose they're keeping?
Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping.
Dire, dire, dire, is fleeting Wake up, you never looked so glum.
Tell me how will we know they can't hear us coming?
It's easy for me I got a headstart running away.
Keep up, or your disease spread quick.
So how did you learn to be sick so cunning?
It's easy to see but you just keep on loving alone.
Did you hear that, I got a real bad feeling...
How many moles do you suppose they're keeping?
Don't make a sound they're not dead, just sleeping.
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Mailman
04:40
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Hello don't you know me
I'm the dirt beneath your feet
The most important fool you forgot to see
I've seen how you give it
Now I want you to receive
I'm sure that you would do the same for me
'Cause I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the bottom
But I'm riding you all the way
Yeah, I'm riding you all the way
I'm riding, yeah
For all of your kisses turned to spit in my face
For all that reminds me which is my place
For all of the times when you made me disappear
This time I'm sure you will know that I'm here
'Cause I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the bottom
But I'm riding you all the way
Yeah I'm riding you all the way
I'm riding you all the way
I'm riding you all the way
Riding, riding all the way
My place was beneath you but now I am above
And now I send you a message of love
A simple reminder of what you won't see
A future so holy without me
I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the bottom
I know I'm headed for the
But I'm riding you all the way
Yeah I'm riding you all the way
I'm riding you all the way
Oh I'm riding you, yes I'm riding you
Oh I'm riding you, yes I'm riding you
Oh I'm riding you all the way
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Hello Dali
03:32
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Welcome to the gallery of the ganglion. Sun apes and synapses swirl and explode, showering us all in our own misplaced adulation. In here, it’s best to keep your head down and your eyes open.
I got the fever, the kaleidoscopic contagion. Jackson Pollock in my sweat stains. Delirium, our fearless captain, said the waves are breaking. The ship is sinking now.
Fever dream weaver, keep it on the beat. Hello Dali trumpeting processional beasts, that viral curator, like living tryptamine. Seems as though The Jaffe has picked up painting again.
The tune rolls out like a notated highway. The voice in my head reminds me of the singing detective. In the distance a conversation, something about Patty Hearst or a bottle of whiskey…I dunno. Maybe Heather will get it.
It’s all dissonance. The trick I’ve found is to remember objects are closer than in the mirror. Delirium, our fearless captain, says the storms not showing any signs of slowing now.
Fever dream weaver, keep it on the beat. Hello Dali trumpeting processional beasts, that viral curator, like living tryptamine. Seems as though The Jaffe has picked up painting again.
Beasts of burden shuffle on by, backs nigh broken heads held up high, tired eyes still seeming to glow. Wonder what they know that I don’t.
And as the storm hits critical mass the brush strokes become wild, abstract to the point of satire. The metaphor is lost to chaos, and as the ship breaks in two, the clouds start to part, and it becomes obvious it was just another passing Sunday
I got the fever, the kaleidoscopic contagion. Jackson Pollock in my sweat stains. Delirium, our fearless captain, is singing our in microbial refrain. I got the fever.
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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio
Nestled in the flat lands of Hardin County Ohio, Mississippi Bones has been pummeling the world with fat slabs o’rock for over 10 years and counting. With a catalog consisting of six studio albums and numerous singles and EPs, the Bones have created a rich history full of swampy riffs, pop culture references, and sci-fi shenanigans. ... more
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