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Let the Right One In
04:20
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you are what you sin, let the right one in
we are where we been
legs of mice and men carry what they can
and don’t what they can’t
surfs up young Siddhartha
party starts with or without ya
strange times indeed, you are what you need
we grow what we feed
backs of mice, big time they bend
heavy boots descend
the Mike Tysons and Jesus Christers
pulling blood and buying tigers
no more next of kin, the valley floods that's it
let the right one in
surface displays the fin, we swim where we're in
you see what you get
heart of darkness there on its haunches
selfie-stick, yes, poke and taunt it
mouthful of sharks and sheep
no teeth in our dreams, no peace in our sleep
hearts of mice and men pound upon the wind
let the right one in
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so down on your luck coming back around from above
steady as the rain, coming round from above
you gotta take it easy honey
but take it, uh huh
times are tough but so are you
aint nothing but another something to get through
you gotta take it easy honey
but take it, uh huh
mouths all full of timber, everyone’s got the scoots
you aint got no time for that, what what, woot woot
you gotta take it easy honey
but take it, uh huh
whatever cracks your gong, whatever floats your boat
if the water’s wet you gotta get in and row
you gotta take it easy honey
but take it, uh huh
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Self Talk
02:40
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get up or stay down
you do or you don’t aint no middle ground
keep on or quit
that’s the only choice there is
cash out or double down
you can win the day till tomorrow comes ‘round
get up, move something
hard work is itself a means to an end
what other’s do, what other’s don’t
aint your business, make your own
tend the fire, where it burns
sometimes the gain is just how it’s earned
I’m grateful for what I got
it’s all I need, aint that a lot
I got plans, I got goals
getting there, I suppose
failing small, often, and quick
if you loose the day, night is your to win
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Game Over
01:51
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Got more baggage than a train got freight
there’s a knifey hobo knocking round the corners of my brain
open like deep cut, don’t stitch me up
bugs and black stuff crawling out my guts
one for the money, two for the whooooo
can’t hold my liquor but I can hold my shrooms
fungi or two help me work out the proof
solid math from the floor to the roof
you get to live till you die, that’s it nice try
they say people look like their dog
I’m holding ghost leash, walking monologue
talking to my self about mental health
‘I think we’re going to be ok’
I have my doubts
it’s one for the fun of it, to decorate time
three four the rhyme
getting things done
captain obvious pun
don’t take me yet lord I only just begun
you get to live till you die, that’s it nice try
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Beta Blues
02:10
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better be on yourself, don’t let no one tell you how to do
people love to pin you in the limits of their little view
but the future is an unknown
can’t nobody say no sooth
you gotta be a skeptic but don’t use your mind like and excuse
it’s hard work finding the good sometimes aint that the truth
there’s a lot you can’t change
but something’s always up to you
you don’t get what you want, you get what you get
if your mind’s locked down you don’t see no openings
aint nothing for certain, many ways of getting it
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you don’t get what you want, you get what you get
if your mind’s locked down you don’t see no openings
aint nothing for certain, many ways of getting it
cut your own path build a home to house your highest truth
pivot or press on, iterate out them beta blues
version on up
get on that you.2
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Money, Pussy, and Weed
03:30
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money, pussy, and weed
three of my favorite things
getting laid, getting paid, getting higher than space
two our of three aint bad
honey please hand me that grass
watching you undress
feeling blessed
I’m on my knees, taking in the scene
like it’s my one and only breath
happy as can be, sated and free
money don’t buy love
but money buys time and time can be spent making love
and doing other fun stuff
the holy trinity
money, pussy, and weed
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Automata for the People
04:00
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shadow of light kicking noise around in the darkness
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
pop goes the elbow paint, medium’s the message
uncanny flood plain catching up passing lights
way to be, it’s alive
we’re all made up monsters
crushing on our Frankenstein
dust thrown puppets between lens and light source
sunset blushed with the half-truth of a clean edge
looking at a future long flown apart and rendered
a robust broth, a thick soup of load bearing lies
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
we’re all playing dress
tying bows on monkey mind
side saddle on the rat king, dreaming down the darkness
cartoon hands, four fingers, no bird no flight
brute force of enzymes, hijinks, and deep code
bottoms up shake down, crushing through the fractal brine
nothing to see, it’s all double blind
hitched between the cold teeth of processes we ride
it’s quite the scene, it’s a happening time
dressing up the nothing the only show, the long unwind
it’s not real, but it’s the realest lie
pinned beneath the cold teeth of processes we ride
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Flutter and Wow
04:12
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I bent my head to the river and fed
a feast of electric blue light
my consciousness is mine to remix
and tune however I like
turned up and on
big and bright
pull up a cloud when I want to sit down
and ease the ache of body and mind
aint nobody’s business how you get your kicks
no one can walk in the shoes you drive
stepping hard, on through the night
flutter and wow, here and now
phase-shift of the finite ride
static and hiss, the iron, the twist
color the tape as it winds
over and on, wound up tight
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Be Nice
03:43
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In the Wind
04:07
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the closer you get to healing the sickness
the more them demons scratch and kick, yeah
I must be getting well, they’re getting down to business
I’ll be alright now, like any minute
down the alleyways and riverbanks of my youth
red wine, blue sky, green, and stumbling through
I was wild-ish, tethered to the moon
some kind of gravity always in the loop
seasons change days get longer
whatever don’t take you down, makes you stronger
I’m getting light, too feather to sit still
every frayed edge of me is caught up on that thrill
I’m in the wind
one step ahead of where I been
in the wind
never going to touch the ground again
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