1. |
Stagger Doll
03:00
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i tried livin in a line
for the empath automation
but i cdn’t seem to gibe
with ecosexual cancellation
cuz stickin labels on fugacious
to payday yr expectations
s’like syncin free-born sentience
to sermonizing simulations
now I spray a musty ale
out my plumpt-up butter ball,
cooin as you teethe my tail,
here comes the Stagger Doll.
I once was Simple Precious
of Salacious Sugar Cookies,
‘fore that Insightful Crevice
With the Whinge That Overtook Ease,
now there’s gopros in my gusset
so I can PPV my nookys,
and the Yalies may not yay it
but I’m a hooker to the lookys
famisht wildflowers
all poppin solids where I fall,
now we’re livin in the nower,
standby for Stagger Doll
blacklist’s my soto center,
anominous my arena,
one hole screws up yr order
while the other squirts yr creamer,
my take’s another topic,
i’m the greasy in yr cleaner,
tail plug so hypnotic
got a condo in my dealer
so as you dance for faster
feel my tipsy metricals
haxxess yr ditto blaster,
bad bad bad Stagger Doll
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2. |
NYCya
03:33
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flippt my flat
headin back
to the home I left
cuz I knew i’d never leave her
ten foot hat
deer grass pants
come and get me, babe
i’m yr old new big believer
all my friends say I’ve gone off the deep end
but they’re pissin bitters in the kiddie pool
they’re so scared of ya
cuz yr such a luvva
but I’m so over
swimmin in their snicker school
if they ask
where i’m at
tell em there’s no lookin thru
what won’t oppose you
got nuthin genst her
ain’t tryna fence her
she gave my mayday holy landing
then she got crusaded
by the accoladed
for rank identitary branding
so now it’s NYCya
yeah wdn’t wanna be ya
got a date with a freer way to
live the love I guess you outgrew
out the trap
off the track
three sisters thru the skylight
for that chowdy salsa
welcome shack
mystery scat
shotgun ‘bove the bed
should we ever spot nostalgia
plug into ectothermal navigation
score some cryptix from the hummingbirds
they’re so scared of ya
cuz yr such a luvva
but I’m so over
wrigglin thru their trigger rules
maybe
we’ll see
could be i mite
miss my city
but now it’s NYCya
yeah wdnt wanna be ya
got a date with a freer way to
write the worlds too wild for you
do the you you’re too you to do
be the new you gave the gripy few
topo hack
nomadapt
comin or goin
it’s all how yr flowin
wen yr out there somewhere
playin what was that?
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3. |
Here Lie the Shudders
02:55
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aileron
to my aileron
let’s victory roll til fairness shoots us down
frowned upon
we’ll turn turtle gods
and fly their smiles around our burial mound
here’s to the colors
who wear nothing to the game
cuz there’s no up the middle takin sides
here lie the lovers
who left nothin to the shade
save what little spittle
their jiggles couldn’t trickle
out noctiluca’s twisted power lines
put me on
when you put me on
cuz I fit better than some second thought
throw your qualms
on intercom
so they can hear me savin what they shot
here lie the shudders
only struggled to be done
like freedom’s liberation from the free
here’s to the suckers
with no nummers for the blood
but when the whelps start whoopin
they squelch whatever’s loopin
and let their silence play strange jubilee
carry on
to my in the wrong
all I want’s to sing along with you
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4. |
Me & My Slomo
05:39
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carpe kauai, my tidal zone
teach me to lose my shoes
firehole drive my vibe, slomo
then blow like the never fuse
love’s all crackin lockers round our lips
smokin wokies, drinkin chisel spit
no sacred scuffle vigorates our story meat
cuz incidental adequation’s all we mean
and when we smang
we drip like a dead man’s daughter
who hits that twang
like the early meat puppets taught her
a little owl on a lotta blotter
nobody knows where their safe space’s walls gonna run
just cuz you finger yourself don’t mean you’re easy to strum
so many perfect lines I trip and say something dumb
like I been talkin bout nothin for years now
but she still won’t flash me on the playground
what you wanna get it for
when gettin’s just a scenery door
to where you gotta go to forget it?
how you ‘xpect to folk a lore
that doesn’t start a snivel war
the second someone fails to sweat it?
slomo, take my eye off the brawl
and whisper out the hole in the doll
what we shd play is all we play all day
my ladder’s in tatters
why’d I hide my desk in the drawer?
no more waitin for the coop board to my life
maybe we shd knock out some porn
cuz there’s no purty sight like a dirty night inside your earthy device
easy go, me n my slomo
risotto con adagio
marilyn “hammer throw” monroe
incommunicolorado
never home sweet never home
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5. |
Make You Unmade
02:33
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ding dong
you wanna come outside and…
hold on
your heart’s too good to hide
and this ain’t some gettin bit by the bitter day
it’s the day I come to make you unmade
fuck all that sitting duck for splainers with a thing for slingin shame
no trending minimus shall force us spend the summer in her shade
we’re for the shore where mamas never serve unsweetened lemonade
cuz you and me got beds to make unmade
how long
you mean to shine that shard cuz
it’s gone
and you got scars for arms
but there’s no shares in sellin shit to the shitter, trade
in your can’t unmake me for make me unmade
we’ll bloop a baby bump ain’t charged by bellyachin’s power train
and raise some ragers in the sage with universal dna
cuz what’s the point of people making other people into graves
for all the calls they couldn’t make unmade?
pops poppt
the cork into your face and now
you’ve got
a case of just in case
so you are thru flunkin trig on the trigger, babe,
love is made for makin so let’s make it unmade
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6. |
Supergene
05:13
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what can I say
guess i’m not gay
you servomaster me
i wanna play
like we’re green bay
before antifreeze
on with the show
off with our toes
we’re the opener for dawn
you finish my groans
i pay off your loans
let’s keep goin til we’re gone
too much love
is golden gloves
we’re a smoother sleigh
ain’t no fight
if yr both right
for the bedspread ballet
raise me, chase me
into yr climbing tree
tighten my chain
take my x-ray
and you’ll see the keys
swim in the hay
roll cross the bay
act all argentine
lost in our brogue
like we got thrown
by the bull of community
up on our float
clearly the GOAT
at the game of meet yr needs
too much love
is push and shove
we’re a peaceful plot
ain’t no fight
if yr both sides
of the peeping tom
wake me, slake me
on your supergene
you got me hazy
smalltown crazy
our depravey origami
like a daisy
round my ravey head
yo, bro, come taze me
fly that featherbed for days
we dance more dirt
than baby and swayze
i’m soft and chewy
who me? waterzooi
slew me sippin rumi
drippin gooey as a sticky
sloppy licky you-me cookie
my boo whooty buoy
callin all yr divers deep
into my steamy lit jacuzzi
what can I say?
less yr on my tray
I get lost upscale
i wanna play
battleground state
but we’re transient whales
it’s like calcio
fiorentino
with the vibe of nouvelle vague
dorothy scarecrow
each other’s cologne
put yr phone on gettin schlogged
too much love
is swappin scrubs
we’re a party bus
ain’t no fight
if yr both tight
with the loosen ups
intercede me
like a binary
on renew
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7. |
The Oldest Tune
04:29
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I gave my child my anger,
Tho not of my intent,
It happened cuz I showed her
My anger now and then.
And like the tireless worker
I raised her good to be,
She profited my anger
And gave it back to me.
Be careful with your children;
Give but what you’d receive,
Cuz all that you endow them
Comes back to you increased.
I gave my child my sadness,
And now he cannot smile,
I’ve seen him crawl near twenty
When he might skip one mile.
He weeps to see the sunrise
As such means it must set,
And all cuz I begot him
The sadness I now get.
Be honest with your children,
But don’t tell them the truth,
Cuz every truth you tell them
Comes truther back to you.
We give our children nuthin’
But what our folks bequeathed,
Which their folks’ folks’ folks pickt them
From off that folky tree.
And so the wheel keeps a-rollin
Down roads of no return;
We teach our darling children
The things we never learned.
So rear your children rightly
On rules you’d wish to bide,
But know that what’s unsightly
A child will not hide.
Of course, there’s hope for family;
We love our children too,
And when they’nt sad or angry,
They return it much improved,
But even with their lovin’
You sup what you have stewed,
For surges from your children
What you might wish subdued.
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8. |
Noe No Nation
04:54
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i sense i'm bout to tell u sumthin u don't wana fear...
all my breachy bb's
wag yr fledskin back to me
give yr drag a homesqueeze
then we're kickin on t'affinity
wutcha say ya shake yr can't's off
put yr study wer yr slant's lost
give yr tummy to my new germinant philosophe
i'll grok yr loks off
gems i swat r from a not mine
shot thr stems thru my fraught spine
set my tete-a-get never on threat with the wind chime
now i’m notalotasabé tribe certified
help ya lose the rash u get all strokin yr pride
cuz that water table overdraft’s a misdiagnose dive
jitsu catty
hang yr thigh brow on me
waxwork daddy
lemme jerk yr duty
big sad longhair
hide yr medication
down along the little bear
gonna grub around the scrub
til we noe no nation.
u caulkt i ain’t squawkin bout biddies n gwop?
think i'm drinkin my ink with this hoke ass schlok?
liv on a bad blok? invest in that dethbed crash stok?
here's my hard nok skool talk: man's a man cuz he give good flok.
got a crook in yr why?
don't identify with the vivify puts the blue in the sky?
bird-dog the small cry? uglify all you dignify?
motocross molokai? blimp yr blood pie?
budgereegah brume tongue
let yr song unsure me
intifada pentagon
bomb my out-of-body
cunnilingus lawn choir
spread yr vegetation
deep into my stagmire
til thinkin is sleepin
n i know no nation.
i pledge allegiance
to the fledgling insipience
tripping the siege
of the anti-conservial forces
swerving pabulum disaster
into the circumfusing
chrysalis vernacular
of spectacular sensoria
that effuse transducible
fluttering y’alls
of wrawl-awaking
metaphor-making crucibles
whose unsessile intercurrences
spread reverence
for the only chief
worth dying for:
the free-born frolicsome
endocarp gifts the speed
to fusee past the fad fug
of new jeer’s greed
and polypore our best bet
not to interbreed
so we can prewar
in the true throb hollow
of the obscure antitheses
til our vertebra breathe
the plethora creche
n we turgesce
to a stent melt
of mergent peace
wer kin and gang
the alluvial gelt
release.
u a fled crumb from the table of the troublesome
so ya gotta give a piece'f ya wanna get sum.
pain's a game ya lose if u submit it to metabasis
like a froth to frame’s a laureation of paralysis
limber up yr dibs or i'm afraid we'll have to amputate
if all yr doin is dumpin yr chewin it's time t'unsmother the luvr ya hate
judge yr size by the thrives u crush?
fuk yr truk for the gunk it gush?
anaesthetize the am-in-us? valorize oblivious?
the hair of a woman ain’t let down by decapitation
like the glare of an imam rebounds wen u noe no nation
maybe let ya put it in me a little wile
if ya lemme deadheat yr gamete a little wile
maybe let ya hit my limit a little wile
if ya lemme dutchtreat yr bittersweet a little wile
maybe let ya split into my opposite a little wile
if ya lemme unseat yr conceit a little wile
maybe let ya commit the indefinite a little wile
if ya lemme complete yr self-defeat a little wile
flamethrow backfire
ya gon’ burn wut grow ya
clitoria barbwire
yr mad rote ain’t yoga
automatic respire
yeah it’s a complication
but yr hallelu to the good for u
ain’t nuthin but huffin
til u noe no nation
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9. |
One Final Duet
02:53
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hanging by your heart
from our circuitry
dark and torn apart
round you writhe for me
endless were the nights we lay as one
endless are the nights now I am gone
may you feel my remnant breathing
spiring thru your seizured heaving
that the laden left by leaving
stir you to bereave bereaving
with our great and bleary
struggle t’ever live on
love’s unsettling level
free from colic redo
as your revival keys thru me
cored by their dissipate
bodies enamored
mingle in brooks of unmet
formed by the rivulets
of their unanswered
cries for one final duet
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