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The Quicksand
03:43
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I didn't see your message,
I was sipping on that Quicksand.
'An active imagination,'
Is a gentleman's way of saying "You're full of shit."
Is it just me or do these days just drag on?
Get some Ice and pour, trip out on the lawn
There's a new concoction,
for a base use gin.
A dash of horse hair,
And a whole lot of white.
Eight parts accidental muscle failure,
We call it the Quicksand
When what our eyes perceive as life becomes to much to bare,
You know me, bottom's up, but beware
Eight parts accidental muscle failure
I fell victim to the Quicksand
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2. |
Expletives
03:15
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Roufalin
Laxatives
Expletives
It's my choice
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New Jack
03:19
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I got a new jack, lets steal some hubcaps and rob some teens
You told me that you've done it all, well lets go do it again
I can't mind being stuck inside because my mind's a zoo.
So drop all this pop shit and let me adore you.
Boltcutters
Flashlights
Brass knuckles
Thick Knives
Black gloves
No love
Crowbars
And my best bitch driven the getaway car
I'm gonna go wrong the back
You keep the car runnin.
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4. |
Mother's Berries
03:29
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Have you saved up your food stamps?
Your tax deductible hand cramps?
It's the end of the line you prick.
"It's for my safety."
That's what they told me
A pharmaceutical rampage.
Your Mother's berries for her shortcake
It's not jam but it is red
Steal toe boots to my head
Look me in the eye as you spit
Right to the temple your nightstick
Somehow "it's for my safety."
That's what they told me.
I told them that's the old me.
Then I broke both knees.
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5. |
Stay Gone
03:12
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I push you off the track
Stay gone
Unwanted
Me I eat rust.
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6. |
Always Do
03:51
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I don't know if I can get to hell or not.
Sidewalks when she walks sometimes feels closer
Otherwise its putrid - full disclosure.
Slipped out the back during an Ethiopian drug raid.
Two balloons each and a bag of blow, you could say we 'got paid.'
Have you heard all our big news?
I spoke too soon, just like I always do.
They showed me the noose, so now I'm leaving town.
Build it up/burn it down, just like I always do.
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7. |
Self-Help Tape
04:05
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Symptoms may include: Rosey cheeks, shortness of breath and increased or erratic heartbeats.
You may come to find it difficult to look into the eyes of those you so desire.
Hell, it can be damn near impossible.
If you are still listening to this tape it is clear that you, or someone you know may have fallen apart, or fallen in love.
The two are quite similar
Both create a a shift in balance,
Leading you to ramble on to your friends about your unrelateable feelings,
And they nod as you go on and on.
Welcome to Side B of the tape.
This side is intentionally left blank for you to store your own personal thoughts, memos or memories.
Enjoy and share them with everyone.
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8. |
Shatter
03:31
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I think of the Hatter and the shatter, because if it breaks, then it breaks in my mind.
So symptomatic, i think I've had itwith all the lines and the signs of the items.
I twist when i travel, and unravel. Because if I'm caught, then I'm lost in my mind.
Such a bad habit, i cant hack it, because if it breaks, than it breaks in my mind,
And we cant have that
No we won't have that.
How am I supposed to know when it's too late and things have gone and broke in my mind?
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9. |
Poor Tourists
03:49
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Just another massive trip losing grip.
Do yourself a favour, take only the smallest sip.
And we cant go back to whatever that was.
And 'What's His Name,' called.
In a fantasy selling seashells by the shore to the poor tourists who came but never left and now they're bored.
There's no way home and yet i'll find the words to say.
In a number of ways i feel I've gone overboard.
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10. |
By Tuesday
03:37
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Instant gratification and proof it's electric - go stick your face in it.
Even if you loved me more I'd respect the problem - realize it's a process.
I know my haircut's clean,
And my clothes look nice,
But don't come up to me for advice,
Because I always fall apart by Tuesday and it's Monday night.
So much to remember, just to forget it all by December.
Please don't macrame a new life for me and my one thousand problems.
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