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Dance of the Guilloteens
02:45
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Well I'm an ignorant dick with the shit-for-brains blues
I tried to make a living but the living made me first
Disown me and give me the boot
Take away my name and give me the boot
I'm just a jaguar clad in a wet suit
I'm just a fucking dad, gonna drown in a wet suit
Reduce me to ashes on a flat screen
And sacrifice my skin to the city
Come on and run me down in a parking lot
Come on and grind me into a parking lot
This is the dance of the guilloteens
Off with our heads.
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Well there's ammonia in my lungs and I'm starting to cough it up
So if you don't mind, if you don't mind
Let me get out of this larval state pathogenic dinner gown
Let me out boy, let me loose now
Well I'ma slip into my bombshell boots
And fucking blow with my quarantine juice
Amoxicillin and Mountain Dew
Dance like a cockroach Charleston Chew
Give me the red light, give me the blue
Shake your flagella 'til you reek of bullet fumes
Now there's sickness in my heart and I'm starting to bleed it out
So let yourself go, let yourself go
All the way to the stains, flat on your face, and let your bones break
Quarantine me, quarantine me
Someone cut me out of my skeletal cocoon, oh yeah
Amoxicillin and Mountain Dew
Dance like a cockroach Charleston Chew
Give me the red light, give me the blue
Shake your flagella 'til you reek of bullet fumes
Amoxicillin and Mountain Dew
Dance like a cockroach Charleston Chew
Aphrodisiac soda for two, right in my living room
I'm gonna sink my eyes into you
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3. |
Show Me Your Cartilage
02:36
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Show me your cartilage...
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4. |
Static Love
02:36
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Give me nine-nine triggers off of anyone oh yeah
Singing-crying apathy is so much fun oh yeah
Won't you grab me by my money hand and show me your teeth
And loosen up those hips and shake your finder's fee
All your algebraic lactations won't air out in your new black suit unless your dancing
Send me love through your static...
I'm seeing nine-nine sixty-nining limbs all scattered leafless on your bed
All from cynic automatic robot trees oh yeah
And now Shinya's laughing by 'cause he knew he was right
While all us finger-painting planets stay out all night
All it takes is one call, calling all cars calling all cars, let's get fucked up
Send me love through your static...
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5. |
Shortfall
04:05
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I'm seeing colors illuminating your eyes out through your window
My head's exploding, sending all my migraine shrapnel into your shadow
So just let it burn, let it burn
'Til our bodies are just silhouettes
Hand in hand
Don't let them know what they could never see
Just carry me on wings that never falter or secede
When darkness descends from these clouds
We'll be above them looking down
Where are you?
Oh I'm just drifting through this life collecting pieces to a faceless puzzle
An unrequited love for someone that I have never known, in places my heart has longed to go, but I have never been before.
So just let it sink, let it sink
'Til our bodies are but anchors
Still hand in hand
Don't let them know what they could never see
Just carry me on wings that never falter or secede
When darkness descends from these clouds
We'll be above them looking down
Where are you?
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6. |
Collecting Dust
04:45
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Are you okay?
Are you alright?
Just checking if you're still alive
You seem to speak, but make no sound
Your movements I just can't make out
Is your heart leaking, or has it long since dried?
Your eyes are full of dancing fears
Which soon grow tired and fall like tears
Your assiduity skins you alive
With razor-sharp nails of unnoticed tries
Is your heart leaking, or has it long since dried?
Shut the blinds, the clouds they drown the night
As my heart you seem to stop
The world is dying tonight
There's ashes in the sky
Why should we fight?
Your hair grows long to hide your face
Your eyes all scarred from scenes of rape
Your arms fold up across your chest
Like dead men still try to look their best
Just don't struggle, I wish you'd leave me be
But so soon I'll give in, 'cause you always win
Shut the blinds, the clouds they drown the night
As my heart you seem to stop
The world is dying tonight
There's ashes in the sky
Why should we fight?
I lie in wake but still I wait
Collecting dust while the winter waits
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7. |
Faceless
02:27
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I think I'll stop breathing
'Cause I don't care
I've lost my motivation
To fight for more air
The world is a junkie dying in my hands
Don't care about anything but getting its fix and-
Nobody's listening so why do I try?
I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm losing my mind
'Cause you're faceless
We're all faceless
How will I ever find you when you're faceless?
We're faceless
My time is up...
My time is up I'm clawing out of my skin
I'm spewing out words without inspiration
Screaming to the deaf man, stealing his lips
If I write another word send me to the eclipse
If I write another word, rest assured that-
I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm losing my mind
'Cause you're faceless
We're all faceless
How will I ever find you when you're faceless?
We're faceless
I'm crying, I'm dying, I'm losing my mind
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Come to My Barbecue
03:59
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9. |
I Ate Myself Today
05:52
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I ate myself today in the pale morning fog
Veils of virility swelling my cells in the sun
You ground me up, put me into your coffee
Which you poured on your tongue
I stuck to it like a syrupy sludge
Your teeth were like knives
Pushed me back to your throat
I drowned in your throat
The sand of your throat...
I don't know why...
I ate myself today
Beneath the curtains that you tore down on the floor
You took them down yesterday
You curled them up on the floor
You curled me up on the floor
I curled up down on the floor
I sat on the floor, peeled away at my skin
I tore away at my skin
I chewed off all of my skin
And swallowed it all
I don't know why...
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10. |
Melting
04:00
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Cry out lies, inhale mine
The willows are pillows so comfortable
And dreams of pesticide
Mite oh Might
Clean foresight
A cyclone of fortune awaits you in your pestilent insight
Run rabbit run to the pseudo-Sun
Weed out all the taller ones
Melting and melting all the way down
A puddle on the ground just like me
Hitch a ride out of your mind
Connect all the dots sporadically and see the face of God
Wear your face inside out
And if that's not good enough then forget how to count
Run rabbit run to the pseudo-Sun
Weed out all the taller ones
Melting and melting all the way down
A puddle on the ground
Everybody sing,
Raise your hands up
For this song about nothing
Or whatever you want
All we really want's to get stuck in your head for awhile
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11. |
Tree House
01:43
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I live up in a tree house
With all my brand new friends
I'll take you up to my tree house
And see what kinda trouble we can get in
Say hello to my furry friends
A taxidermist's wet dream
Come for a ride in my tire swing
To someplace we can be alone
Oh yeah...
Well you can be whatever you wanna be
I'll be your monkey if you play with me
Out in the springtime, swing along the skyline
Will you be mine, in my tree house?
No need to eat, no need to sleep
We'll smoke cigars with our feet
No need for anything
Except for you and me
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12. |
Glass Eyes
03:31
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I can feel you breathing
I'm clawing your skin, but I'm the one bleeding
You're looking at me through the glass in his eyes
But it's what keeps me going I could not say why
Oh my imagination can fuel the drive
And this demolition is being replayed every single night
Well I can fool myself when I reach for you
And I can't see in a pitch black room just like my head
A silky screen
My Friday night savior in a house of lies
Pictures of strangers burned in my eyes
I'm filling up now but it's too soon
For spilling over, all over you
Maybe I just wanna impress myself, but I don't know
My mind's conforming has reached an all time low
Well I can fool myself when I reach for you
And I can't see in a pitch black room just like my head
A silky screen
My Friday night savior in a house of lies
Pictures of strangers burned in my eyes
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13. |
Landslide
05:55
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You know I could believe you if I tried
But how can we believe there's reason to our lives
The naked truth is there, but it's struck us blind
It laughs as we continue mindlessly to plant our roots
But mine can't seem to penetrate these rocks I'm standing on
I got caught in gridlock traffic while speeding through your heart
I didn't care where I was going, or even if I stopped
But don't break my fall
If I could break anything at all it'd be these bones
Today I'm feeling kinda crazy so I'll step on all the cracks
Don't mind- really don't mind- really don't mind me
I'm just forming a landslide
Forming a landslide
Jump in a landslide
Jump in a landslide
Drag your nails down, drag your nails down
Strip the paint down
Scream your name out, scream your name out
Scream your colors out
I'm making windows shake and running into the walls
I can drive myself insane and put the blame on someone else
But if there's one thing that I know,
It's at the end of the day you know your still alive, my friend
And then you're forming a landslide
Forming a landslide
Then you jump in a landslide
Jump in a landslide
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The Hard Boise Fort Wayne, Indiana
From the small Midwestern city of Fort Wayne comes a Garage Rock outfit that is certainly more than they seem. Delivering a unique blend of straight forward alternative rock and abrasive noise pop this energetic young duo is everything their name suggests and more. ... more
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