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Kids just listen to themselves
They don't left-brain anything
Kids don't adhere to every rule,
So they're petty, joyful, sweet, and cruel
I am a kid in the face of people in the right place
Trying my best but maybe it's not as much as the rest
All massive pools of talent & endless waves of shit
But I don't have tantrums cuz I'm busy having fits
I give kids faces on the train
It makes me look like an idiot
A complete goddamn idiot
And I'm comfortable with that
So if your kid points & tells you quick to look
And in ages tectonic I will live along the faults
I am zookeeper, astronaut, and heroes in a book
Don't mind this now I rambling as an off-brand adult
Words are just attempts at fire
In bottles, floor layings, and tilt-a-whirls
It's an attempted flying through courses
And it's coursing like blood, & lymph, & scraped knees
I am a kid in the face of people in the right place
Trying my best but maybe it's not as much as the rest
All massive pools of talent & endless waves of shit
But I don't have tantrums cuz I'm busy having fits
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In a moment I'll smash everything
If it's so that appearances deceive
Everything bound to time & passing
Yeah dude, I'm fine -
But I think that's mostly in my mind
Cuz outside trees, states, and bridges are burning
I'm no destroyer am circling on sense
I want to be order in accordance
But I've thought of sense as so meekly subordinate
You want amazing land & freeing gaits?
Well, the resplendent gains of spring await!
But I'll drown the perfect melody
And eat the blossoms right off the blooming trees
The stresses of lite-responsibilities
And dropped inclinations left in thatches of trees
A family life, safety, and normativity
Last year's nest & these precious swollen feet
So tired taking bodies across wet concrete
Will the cold rain ever stop falling?
Because not driving, and holes in these boots
Just eat away till I feel jealous of dry cars -
Anywhere you want, it's somewhere you could try to go
You want beautiful songs of clear conscience?
Then a hard fucking life is your new portent
Cuz I dance to the good bands and like my good songs
But since when have I know “good” cuz I'm always so wrong?
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I found out somewhere along the line
That starvation doesn't suit me
I need loves and friends to spend my time with
Just like I need food at 2 AM
I need a fix, and quick, and for $3.75
We can get buffet food down the hill
What I don't need are...
Pre-gaming drunk-ass creeps on MTA trains
Overpriced New York pizza with shitty, floppy crust
Explotative fake friends you can never, ever trust
Bad feelings and dead cousins in a hearse
Endless torture classroom times & falling asleep
All the suffix-phobia fucks & their political bullshit
Macho pop-punk moshing & all that “hometown” crap
Arrogant rich pricks and their gentrifying waves
And the complete dissolving of all we'd like to save
It screams like complete craziness from that light patches of my heart
I can't stand, I can't sit, & I sure as hell can't sleep no more
A tentative relationship to futures
Falling through our stiffened fingers
Cuz we gotta give it up, eventually
We have to to jack the wheel to nobody
This cut is gonna bleed, then harden to a small scar (2x)
And this fragile life gets baked into a a humble pie
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From this place where I stand
I can see across the river to Manhattan
But that's not where I'm going
And that's simply the truth
Because talk may take across the bridge
But my feet speak languages of powerful tongues
More so then I make with my mouth
On any given day
And I am shit and I've come to this
Conclusion too often and I almost believe it
Because words mean too goddamn much to me
I've commit my life and blood to their meaning
I don't want to be talk anymore
Because it's been nothing but cover and smoke
And the way we all cop-out
A gephyromaniacal fit -
A deep and endless pit
Of sickening kinks and kinks in my hair -
Why don't we just fucking go somewhere?
I don't care where or anything, just
Go to a place that we've not seen before
And not just pretend for the sake
Of etiquette or make believe
I try to get my shit together
But my shit is like me
It's wrecked and apathetic
Broken, and unfree.
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I may never hurt a soul
But that doesn't stop violence in any damn way
I could seek consent like scripture
But people get violated every fucking day
And I may never kill a cop
But it won't stop a cop from killing whoever they want
My ignorance just ain't steeling
And gouged out eyes don't make a difference at all
It's not like a soapbox to preach
When we're talking about other human beings
And lives on the thinnest line
Even if these aren't mine
I can't close my ears outside -
Because ignorance is comfortable
Because ignorance is just what I'm used to
I clean so consistently
But I think it's because I feel useless otherwise
This is just like life:
Ineptitude, and action pointlessly wrought
But we can improve forever
Beyond living space & into life itself
But we're still selfish inside
And this is one royal we, and this is one unappetizing realization
About a year ago, I made it a project
To be better & considerate
And fight the forces that would kill me & my friends
And kill them instead because I have to kill something
Or I get stir crazy & that's just no good
If it's blood or ignorant haze I'll take blood any day
If to destroy is creative – then I'll destroy creatively.
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6. |
Trash Talk (s)
01:36
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I feel a little bit a salty
And more than need be tired
My hair can't grow no longer
And my brain keeps filling with sex
Cuz I can't stop thinking about skin
Everything strays to small towns and warm weather
And Foot Ox grows in me like I'm rotting flesh
Twitter is my life in little thoughts
And tiny moving parts make a warm heart
Beats take my soul in parcels
And line breaks fill the holes in my voice
The floor is lava and I can't be safe this way
I am rotting flesh experiencing life inside a lens
Corpse-like trying to suss the place where my emotions fall
In their stride I spit in spite to reveal them in saliva light
Dark eye circles not raccoons but half-dead necromancy
My body operates as a system
If it failed I would die in a moment
I am the system, fuck me, fuck me
I try to isolate emotion in verse
And allude without saying in so few words
But allusion creates illusion to clutter with shit
But it's the only path I have to to truth
But I have no truth, no center, I fall off in cold breaks
Hold me, I'm a ghost, make me flesh and bone and soul again.
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Cold nights & sugary coffee
Are not what I need
Because I'm a wreck as it is
And my feelings run as hot as steam
But only Sun can really melt a thing in thickened frost
Goddamn, I feel like an asshole
Because I can't help but feel so fucking stupid
Saying “hello” or asking how you're doing now
This is the only way I'll tell you
In a language only I can understand
That I think I've gone a bit off the rails
And I mean you - the rails – be careful, get on the switch
Warm winters & bitter coffee
Are the things that I so need
Because I need a may now
And sometimes in a tandem of hands to be
But it's not so simple, and I make a fool of myself sometimes
I'm just a pile of stupid-ass emotions ad. Inf.
Deluded myself into thinking that I was a person
Who could be counted on for calm & rational sense
But these distortions lie & I overflow most every day
Simply speaking – this is a cold & unaccountable rain
I hate myself at times like these & I can't even fucking say it
Like here, there's enough to say a whole world's worth
With this forced, pressured, crazy writing it makes me feel insane
Needless to say this is a long & staid rain
I can't keep a thing & you know I can't assert a damn thing at all
Speaking of emotions is like pulling stitches from a screaming mouth
Worse still, it stay's pretty much the same
It may be hard to see but there's a respite from this rain
I'm just a pile of stupid-ass emotions...
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I think about the things I own
That came from or were fermented in the warm, clear Florida air
Considering essences & reconciling differences
An incubated state in palm memories
Distending out towards fingers marking spots along the back ways
Hey! You heard me! I'm sorry about this everything...
Cuz it's not to do with me, nothing to do with me
Hey! You heard me! I'm sorry about this everything...
Cuz I swear it's not to do with me, got nothing to do with me
Hey! You know that those times are ephemeral
But we're like pizza & we change but we never really change
I care so much that it tolls on me
And I can't make choices, only prospectives
There's no pain that's manageable
Cuz it's all all-consuming and nasty
...and it wears on the insides of me
Hey! You heard me! I'm sorry about this everything...
The house that's there, T-squared, it's all just “all used to be”
Hey! You know that those days are eternal
Cuz we're like pizza & we change but we never really change
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Phlegmington
02:34
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The next time I'll feel my heart float
Like lightness of being coming into relief
Oh it's nothing, I swear, oh it's nothing
I swear, it'll be the way I really die
So drop my body in the middle of New Jersey
In some waste pit cuz it'll be so refreshing
But forget those last lines I'll pretend I never sang 'em
Don't over-think me don't pay a mind at all
I'm just a phlegm-based blood spilling out through my eyes
But I don't want to cry or die just solemnly sing;
“I'd like to be the fire cross cutting through that sweet frost ring”
Don't say a thing that'll leave me bold & eagle eyed
Or a fish floating in the ocean carried by some stupid tide
And the reel gets real when it breaks up some open wounds
Never putting out the facts but thinking;
Forget this whole song and I'll pretend I never wrote it
Don't hear this melody just skip it altogether
I have no words to say or message to convey
This is just a ukulele song so I can impress indie girls
I swear on my grave.
RadHos is like a kiss that I'll forever ever miss
Living a sole life of nagging-ass regrets
And get stacked like dirty plates away in dusty cabinets
I want to share myself with you
But being a boy is some kind of affliction
Because I am a me, but a me no else sees
It does no good to anybody when you're soft like grass and fade like insects
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We have waves of deceit of
poured out platelets & retreats
Of bait & anxiety
Choice, of one and another
And the slipperiness of sex
party mix & train wrecks.
We pile, dogpile, a part but apart
A part, but apart
And this isn't being solved
The hole goes deeper with each hand holding
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For all the pieces to be in place
It wouldn't really matter time nor place
Or the motion of the tides through
Our limbs and nervous strings
I miss all of that confidence
That let's me kiss a forehead and move down to the lips (A sinew)
I'm not strong like I was when I thought of kissing you
I've retreated into cold dreams of experimental hues
And I'm an idiot who's quit on everything
And I'm not proud to say
But I've thought of others this way
I'm as good as I wanna be
And I want need to convince anyone of anything
Just sleep well I'll be here in the morning too
Decisions are some serious shit.
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Trying to pick at problems
Without ever, ever solving them
I hang on the words you told to me
The pain in my fingertips
In these agents of hot activity
Trying to pick up meanings
Without making any meaning of it
I fall off the sights that blind me
The weakness in these eyes
Light leaking from the depths of it
I'll look back and say;
“I should've said what I should've said”
But there's nothing to say, it's all been said
It's banal, and boring
It's stupid, and I'm tired.
Pick at fresh scabs no
Solution – hearts to pillars of flame
These guts of flowers – so frail & few
The sights of spring, the rites of may
Make me flutter & reconstitute sighs
I'm 22 years old and I'm still having baby crushes
But I'm outfit with off-brand adulthood
I'm so grown up, that I'm always breaking down
This is what I get, life goes on and on without me
And these things are fucking meaningless
Upholding it just gets to me
And I'm oppressed by cuteness and held hostage by politeness, fastidiousness, work ethic...
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I think I've been silly trying to find answers in love
It just gets stranger still as it opens up
And things really just get difficult
And we listen to heartbeats in between tumult
Carefully carefree with tarots in bubble tea
And as if anything meant anything
I'll swear on these symbols' silence
Cuz I think it means a lot to me
To maintain opaque anonimity,
I'm not human I'm a sad song of hopeful dreams
So learn these chords and & play along
You'll feel like embers and the smoke they all have drawn
We are luggage & pasted histories & masks
Coated with dust & breathing reprisals of ash
I'm hollow without that - I'm empty & flat
Sentiment on my bones now becomes my only fat
“Queering” a thing is just diamoning outlooks
Being anything between, is the most amazing thing
Be my careless platonic
My agendered sensibility
Be something I can hold
That tells this soul it's not untold
Be an ear, be a page with which
Like a knife I explore myself
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They knock the small punks over
Even if it's fucked and cruel
Spin kicks in the middle of the room
Cuz they just get lost in how they're cool
Violence begets violence and I hate your bullshit
Your macho, posturing, carnal bullshit
And I'm not throwing fists I'm throwing shade
On all the shit that you think is OK
You try and tell me some shit about something like “hardcore integrity”
But let school you about something called punk rock fuckin' decency
You're a fucking asshole and I want you away from me
You're the reason PUP got fucked in Toronto
Egotistic dickhead just tryna show off moves like yeah you go to the gym, that's cool
But keep spins over there cuz I'm chillin to Facility and I got personal space
You tryna get shit out now but
You're making shit for everybody now
If this is hardcore than fuck it, I' m out until y'all be civil
But the people huddled on the side are not fucking targets, ok?
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Little King Trash Mouth Peekskill, New York
Hi, I'm Little King Trash Mouth. I play ridiculous and sometimes even good songs on guitar and other instruments. I've had too many monikers. Cute firebomb, red roses, ACAB, decolonized and ecological political parity. Most of this music is from manic episodes. ... more
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