1. |
Atrocity In The Basement
01:20
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Underworld brothel
Drug-dealing four legged beast
He makes his residence in
My basement – musky, dusky, dull
Why would he take up his living
He doesn’t even pay the rent
The bills for heating – they got eaten
My checks of debt are digested
And my Asian dog is chowed
Spelling clears my avenue’s end
Get out of my basement
You have no invitation
And I really hate you here
You atrocity in my basement
Without any rent to pay
But with such a nice play to stay
Leaky pipes and hell’s 6th gate
Got torn open with my broken rake
This abomination worships Satan
In his most honest incantations
No red skin or pointed horns but
Dead skin, dead eyes, & horror
Didn’t even hear my doors close
On the day that he showed up
Brought new spawn in through his gate
And didn’t even sign a contractual agreement, goddamn.
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2. |
Retrograding
00:58
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I had a friend
Until I was upset
Drink up yr' caustic fronts
So that you'll never hafta eat
Breathe real deep & slow
I'm really a danger now ---
You better run.
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There's a light at the end of the tunnel
My phone will come back to life (4x)
The light it casts
A harrowing glare
So please my dear
Have no fear
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
And the tunnel is my mind
As the end of the tunnel gets nearer
The light gets even clearer
But as for now
I'm in a bind
So if you please
Get the fuck out of my mind
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
And you are in the way
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4. |
Summer Afternoon
01:24
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The heat is burnin’
The day is draggin’
Pool closed
Cuz the lifeguard
Don’t want any of this shit
I’m stuck inside
With the heat and some flies
This is too fucked to be the summer
Time is crawling slow
I feel wasted
Though I’m stone cold sober
This heat makes me wanna die
I have a strat
But it’s always out of tune
Can’t even jam it right
With my buddy
So we’re left with no more kickin’
Or any 4-track player
So damn hot
The machinery would melt
So damn hot I would melt
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5. |
Bloodied Gauze
01:59
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I go to the dentist
He's out to pull my teeth
I sat in my chair
In a dead waiting room
And time it moves like molasses
When you're tounging what you'll lose
The chair is raised
And I'm shot full of shit
Numbness spreads
Throughout my face
No feeling gets
Up to this place
An eternity pass
As I falter in my chair
I age 80 whole years
In my mouth
There is droll on my face
Dentist comes on back
"Stay still you little brat"
Tug, tug, and pull
Bloodied, my mouth is full
And 4 weeks passed and I am braced
Smile for the camera, metal numb the face
Wires and lines carry the blame
For chewing pains and my oral shame
Loser 2 years still college bound
There's no doubt that I'm the coolest cat around
The chair is raised
And I'm shot full of shit
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What's that sound coming out of my mouth?
I'm pretty sure that I'm picking up signals
From radio towers that are miles away
Outside the hotel that is the gate to the woods
This screwdriver is a music tuner
And my life is falling in line
The ortho picked me up and knew something was up
So I opened my mouth and spit like a spout
Twist the gears around in my mouth
Hear classical strings sink in my brain
While everyone wonders why my music always plays
I get all of my opinions from talk radio
And changing stations make up my broken flows
My own perfect radio
Every morning I'll turn it on
There isn't anything good to listen to
AM or FM it's how I got raised
On baseball games & classic rock
On college indie & stupid shlock
Brace Yourself
What's the means by which I'm braced
Everybody just wants you to end up straight
I wouldn't even mind being so crooked
If it’s the keep of so many pocket k's
Don't even need shining and shimmering rows
Mister please I'd rather get the greens
And not everything is how it seems
If no one was braced crooked would be fine
(My own perfect chompers
Every mark a retainer
At this rate I'll be in LA
Gonna be an actor with busboy pay so)
Brace Yourself.
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7. |
Round Eyes
02:10
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Mirror images are still distorted
And eyes don’t speak, no they don’t ever break
All the caressed just dissolve
Away from the clouds above my head
Everything always gives way to rain
I’m stressed & it does me no good
Haunted from the eighths pull
Unplaced gaze, my unplaced gaze is just another soul drain
Watch twigs break under the feet
Whilst will goes out under the O’s
The tire of the kneeling head over the leering edge
Fall into pools of acid vertigo
Bitten reds will stroke my head
“Nothing will ever happen
no, when it all moves too slow”
Beautiful to look at but with a touch you’ll flame and char
She’s burning gloom, away to the sky
Who’s even paying mind with those round eyes
Everything seems slighted or just far too hard
The hands 100 miles and the twos 2000 more
It doesn’t really even need to be that way
But I hid every pulsing beat
Within another exploding star
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I have to say
It’s been a short night
It without warning just kinda flew right by
But nothing is ever empty when -
To believe that somewhere
There’s a new best friend
Who I haven’t met yet
Who I just haven’t met yet
I guess,
That’s what keeps me pushing on
Some have been passerby already
Cuz my utopia is full of dead ends
Making a beautiful new kind of cul-de-sac
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9. |
So Wrong It's Right
00:42
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Wish I could sing this to your face
But no I haven't got the nerve
Can I pretend you're here right now?
1/2 wishes I'd never met
1/2 wish that it had been sooner
Regardless, honey you
Turned me perverse
Sent my sick heart turn reverse -
Our courtship like these chords
So wrong yet still so right
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10. |
Ice Cream Fruit Salad
01:40
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Hot days have so little good
To say about themselves
But I’ll pull out good things – so…
Let’s take lunch together
You and I right now, OK?
We’ll have sweet things and stumble out
Our stomachs cooled and foreheads dotted
Think about kissing you
On bridge of your nose
Just to notice you got a hell of one
Oh, it’s fine, I swear -
Sometime again, tomorrow?
This heat wave is not leaving anytime soon.
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11. |
Flame Broiled Cheez
00:25
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I take my corn chips on
a rye bun with the flame
broiled cheese
Swiss on my bread
Munster on my chips
I’ll drown it in salsa
…God I’m fat what the fuck
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We are the free spirits / Unhindered
Let’s do whatever the fuck we please / Unencumbered
Smoke and
Steaming breath
Hot coals
On fresh snow
Let’s break down social standards / Do whatever
Crack the egg of typified behavior / Crack it open
Fuck having a Christmas in July / Fuck it
Let’s barbecue in
The waning holiday rush
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13. |
Pizza Box
01:08
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Got another pizza
Hope it’s here in under 30 minutes
We expect again & again
A lovely little pizza
Eat up-a Mona Lisa
The food of the gods
The food of all these sods
What’s up with this?
Cheese on the lid
The fuck are they thinking
Friday night is licked
Pepper, onion, cheese or anchoovey
Whatever man pizza is groovy
Tip the pizza boy well
He leads a noble life
Bringing joy and cheese
Into a world of war and strife
That’s the food of the gods
It’s the food of all these sods
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15. |
Fried Rice
01:06
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I don’t want my rice white
Like the color of my skin
I want my rice fried
In an oily frying pan
Throw it on the plate
Or a bowl if you wish
Pile on the veggies
But get the fukk off my fried rice
Bowl after bowl
Because the rice it never ends
I eat this rice till I’m stuffed up
And then pass the fuck out on the couch
My buddy wakes me and says;
“Dude how the fuck you do what you did?
There’s no rice left on the planet & economies collapse
And you’re just sitting here on your ever-expanding ass”
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16. |
Fried Pie
00:05
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I'm not doing any more songs about food
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We all boil over and
Everything is fine with
A throat that swells to carry all
The excess air we hold in here
Tongues lap at the air
In graceful form to
Push forward the
Abstinence of growling
Stomach ice fly flaming full
I pull towards my burning
Back & and forth brown eyes do
Dark all falcon keep
Away away away from me
It’s just not my turn to die
Today I’m in love with my
Place in this world sat in the pond
Water drowns but can be put out
Not sure how fire came about
I leap off and coil
Myself so small
A small piece – large pond
I’m not even here at all
Just please ignore me
When I’m closed off in
My lovely little lily pad
Quick mouth swift legs
Here to eat and swim
Turtles have land and water too
Gargle-plain and bird to tree
And me? Well I have me.
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18. |
Just Admit You're Wrong
01:05
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You're tried, you're true
You're a junkie creep
The gas tank is empty
On your '81 Jeep
Whose horn no longer beeps
All your money's in seed
It's just the same old song
Life to you has no more leads
Just admit that you've been wrong
Your story ends so damn morose
A long dark needle in your arm
With a harder sort of dealer
You couldn't handle the normal dose
A sad, sorry tale, woeful, not long
You'll never admit that you are wrong
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Sweeter romantacist
That blood covers the walls
The knife to scar in pen
Art is what it’s called
The 3rd party watches it move
Through timelines in pen lines
Swallowed fast by engagements
Through the passage of time
If I could hold something so pure so close now
There could be reason to get out of bed
|To be wanted, to care for so selflessly
One hand open holding tightly onto me
On a day when your cheek brushes on desire
I’ll pour out the gas and praise this column of fire
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It’s trying;
The backwards leaning beat
That could be a home for some
But inside a vulva of dread
We would rather hafta choke on pieces
Than ever have an incomplete puzzle
What’s the problem with all this bickering
Like they can’t go a day without their sour notes
A mystery will die alone – but rest itself in good soil
But with these two it’s like there’s only hate
And we’re all alone in this bitter world today
But with these two it’s like there’s only hate
And we all feel alone in this bitter world today
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21. |
None Too Soon
03:02
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If my stomach should erupt and call
Out to make my everything
No longer what it used to be -
A 5’3” girl who looms so tall?
…a puppet only stays as long as the string
Put me on - relinquish, to be free
It’s none too soon
Every beautiful day is dirt
All restful nights call me to
Get out of bed and daydream of you
It’s none too soon
Every beautiful day is dirt
And every day has been turning out the same
I have to push my mind
To find your face but it’s always a pleasant surprise
No hero’s ever been real to me
But again, I spent days wrapped on a guitar string
In the warmth of a pink shadow
That’s been overcast for so long
I no longer feel sunshine
And I no longer feel like songs
So ribbons form around my eyes
And butterfly jars are only housing sighs
Cheap, affordable housing
On the dark spots of the Sun
Witness to the tumor
That existence has become
I am only hopeful
But as I see family trees as stumps;
I am ready to leave, but please allow me my freedom -
…oh, fuck freedom, it’s only being alive today
So let’s burn roses on the 14th of February
It’s none too soon
Every single day is dirt
And restful nights call me to do nothing
And nothing I’ll do, and I’ll do it well
But I never really had to push my mind
To find you, it’s never been much of a surprise
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He’s an artist -
When he bums off his girlfriend
And inhales nicotine
He’s so hip & into the scene
A true fucking artist -
A unique & sensitive person
Cuz why else would he need to put a straw up his nose?
If he didn’t have the weight of the entire world on his shoulders?
He’s an artist - he does cocaine.
(Think I met him at a gallery once or twice, showing some shit off)
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23. |
Spelled "C-O-L-E-D-G-E"
01:02
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I got accepted several months ago
And I wrote my paper aided with spellcheck
Because if I hadn't
I would've spelled college wrong
And that really would have sucked
I would have looked so goddamned stupid
I have this card that Greg wrote me once
The day before my graduation
And now I fell right off
A 50 foot high colledge
And now I'm just so fucking dead
And now I'm just not getting in
It's spelled:
"C-O-L-E-D-G-E" (yeah!) (6x)
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All of this pointless bullshit I write -
This just ain’t right.
I should just hit the lights
And get some sleep
But I’m busy sorting cents
And never making any sense
(argh…see? this is the exactly the kind of bullshit that I’m talking about, what the fuck? What the fuck was that? What was that?)
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25. |
Hair Dryer
00:59
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Dry it off, air it out
Don’t wanna wait
Don’t wrap it up
Don’t wanna wait
Dry it off, air it out, dry it out
Don’t wanna wait
Just dry it now
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26. |
Too Much TV
02:36
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I’ve been watching too much TV
About astral projections & conspiracies
And sure it is quite a find
To know my fear’s not only in my mind
Rosa Crucians rule us all
Illuminati’s still around
Ellis Island holds such fear
But right there for all to see
Eye on the eye on the pyramid
I learned secrets on public TV
I’ve been watching too much TV
About the Bohemian Club and the social elite
And I hold the rich to some frightful secret
Behind hedges & trees and brushing away the bleakest
There is something
Hiding in plain sight
In some hiding place
Where I find on Channel History
And if I stand on the woods on a full moon
With night vision view;
Every sound is bigfoot
Every fish is Cthulhu
I’ve been watching too much TV
And now I’m even afraid to breathe
Because a satellite will pick up the air
And use the CO2 to build a New World Order here
I’ve been watching too much TV
About Loch Ness’ connection to the Bourgeoise
And I know seems stupid to you
To claim baseless conspiracies could ever be true
(I know about Loch Ness… and I know about the Bourgeoise… and… uh, this is just a complete rip-off of that last song I did. It’s not even fucking original. It’s just the same…exact… idea…haahahah)
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27. |
A Nightmare.
02:28
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Contortions of my parent’s faces
Swirl all around precious octo’s face
And nothing but background has any kind of sense
And killing is cool as long as it’s legal
Everything becomes gears and I’m all surrounded
I seek sole careful refuge on a dead hole of an island
Crushing all into a rend
I’d rather be unborn
Then be a seam toward an end
Breathe in 9 years & 1 month -
Have you ever heard of getting high
Off one’s own precious dust?
A vacuum will just suck it up
I need only to give it time
Clean up lady will come around
Leading off unto a bend
I’d rather be sucked up
Then to be unborn again
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28. |
Burn Up
01:58
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I had some reservations
About working my dreams
Like clay in my palm
They’re fantasies
My dream girl
She won’t stay the same
Has my heart in a bind
Though she’s built in my mind
Build a fiction, unreal
We would have it all
Burn up the whole world
Then freak out and unfurl
Slow down with a beautiful person to call mine
She leaned over to my side
Whispered in my ear
Told me of her deepest fears
And said; “Let’s do it!”
She screamed with aplomb
As I stood all dumb
-What’s going on here?
Build a fiction, unreal
We would have it all
Burn up the whole world
Then freak out and unfurl
Slow down with a beautiful person to call mine
And peculiar in an unpleasant way
Your kidneys blow upon being set aflame
You are alone too many spicy plates
But as a tradeoff everything is exciting and great
Build a fiction, unreal
An entire fantasy world
Burn up this whole life
I’m fine with leaving it behind
And just fall asleep all alone again
Build a life I won’t wanna leave behind
Cuz I’ve wrote fantasy since I was a kid
Burn up and reprise
A thought I’ve nurtured in my mind
It’s not time for it to be forgotten
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I could talk in circles
Till I’m wrapped up in rhetoric
I’m given no other option
But to call upon it now -
I’ll punctuate curvedly
And pose a question to you;
I’m lost, where am I to go?
When you keep pushing back proposals with fists
I’m a wielder of words but you keep
Redirecting question like it’s something you’ve earned
What will come of that?
Weave up a tapestry of trope
To cover up a senseless break
What the hell are you getting at?
To push me into such stupidity;
“Have all my dreams just been lie?”
“Well depends, did you ever wake?”
I’m lost, where am I to go?
When you keep pushing back proposals with fists
I’m a wielder of words but you keep
Redirecting question like it’s something you’ve earned
What will come of that?
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30. |
Put 'Em 2 Deaf
01:38
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They can tell us to shut up -
I don’t care.
He shouldn’t care as well
This sound that they hear
It’s OK, why hell it’s swell
If they don’t get it
Put ‘em to deaf
If they don’t wanna gel with it
Put ‘em to deaf (3x)
You scummy fucking awful bands
You’re even worse than me
If you start to play
Then people should start to flee
If you hate something
Piss on it *ting ting ting ting ting*
If they don’t get it
Put ‘em to deaf
If they don’t wanna gel with it
Put ‘em to deaf (3x)
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I swear a lot to things I don’t understand
Like gods or distant friends that I’ll never see again
And I have no need to keep in touch
Because all these miles just aren’t enough!
And it’s hard to explain
But I thought it felt good
Till I found only faces change
And the strings just stay the same
Although the city’s warmer
I still say fuck Amanda Palmer
Never trust a person who plays ukulele! (2x)
It may seem like it’s cute at first
But there is an underlying ethos there, so
Never trust a person who plays ukulele! (2x)
Yeah!
I don’t know, oh fuck, oh why people exist as simple clichés
Or maybe I’m lazy and can’t see past my facade of misanthropy misleading
These appearances are sinister with coaxing fingers
That lead me to the trending that I completely abhor
Now I’m trying to explain that
I’m envious at heart
And I hate all kinds of shit
In the places where I don’t fit
While I dig the sound
I can’t stand when they’re around
Never trust a person who plays ukulele! (2x)
It may seem like it’s cute at first
But there is an underlying ethos there, so
Never trust a person who plays ukulele! (2x)
(never trust them. And fucking… don’t trust me either while we’re at it.)
(the joke here is I also play ukulele. Who woulda thunk?)
(So you’re a faker that’s what you’re saying right? ...Fake ass fucking bitch…)
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32. |
Postcard Of A Zombie Dog
00:55
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I want fucking blood
Drawn from the arm or elsewhere
I swear fucking envy
Will be my knife and my vial
And thru me all the while
Broken backed angels – clipped wings – no flying
Age may just have been a number but Mary will be at my funeral
Elizabeth will be holding her husband’s good arm
While worms get up their forks to feast
Postcard reincarnation – sick denizen, cruel beast
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33. |
The Meaning Of Life
06:14
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It's gone away in the fireplace
The most important slip in the world
The knowledge of a man 5000 years old
I'm so alone now with him gone
The final words of a dying man
Gone forever to a log-borne blaze
Who's to say what's in those pages
We missed out on the meaning of life
Transcribed there in deep black ink
Never ever getting that paper back
Was it a way to solve our problems
Or just to make a killer dish
The greatest informational prospect ever
Now forever in the eher
Was it way out in outer conscious
Or right there on top of our brain
We missed out on the meaning of life
Transcribed there in deep black ink
Never ever getting that paper back
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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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