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SMALL MEDIUM AT LARGE
04:37
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I gave you a bouquet at a brothel
and told you I had no business for you
if we're separated dear, by thin lines that teach us direction
aren’t we qualified, bonified to hold each other carefully
chrysanthemum bubble gum, they gave you a white robe
and a box with your name and look what ya gon' and done
you could turn water into wine but you drank our whiskey dry
chrysanthemum bubble gum, you leave feathers for all your friends
you sacrificed a dove in my living room
star Barbie and don’t argue
sleep daze sleep days
take time between those legs
if we're separated friend, call all the cats on our city block
you tattooed 911
it’s your mystery Watson
please don’t call the cops
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REVELATIONS
06:34
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all time is stagnant forced to count it
we're painting faces on the future kids
and we cannot give into it
vials full with your crimson blessings,
we send ourselves away we send ourselves away
your mind was sewn; your mind was stolen from you
we paint the faces of this free world
and we won’t ever ever be ready
so keep it slow and steady
your mind was sewn and well your mind was stolen from you
shake down its 11o'clock,
cold floors, open doors and a new perspective
sweat and its heavy, too heavy to hold on our back
and our arms will break with that heavy heavy heat
and our earth’s on fire and we all watch it burn,
our earth’s on fire and we all watch it burn alive
but a fourth of a second,
but a fourth of a second and several hours later
the idea of relevance, it comes to mind
with you
you
well you come and you go and you come back again
with you
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SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
06:37
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all states will be closed, corruption exposed
in straight lines they walk through our homes
corruption exposed
where’s your mother’s money, the lines have been all cut
we are nothing without blows to the gut
and all humans in a row forced to take off their clothes
the all-knowing knows nothing of this
but your common sense tastes just like honey pure bliss
with your head in the cloud but your mind wrapped up in this
all humans in a row
sin spews it’s not relevant, false illusion seems to clean
it’s horrible, its sensible, its practical, it takes a vote
democracy’s daughter is busy taking dirty naps
well I’d hope to watch her fingers bleed
active and passive it rubs your chest like an old friend
casual conversation for the helpless
and I am trying harder just to feel it bend
greetings from your opposition
let fire dance on the faces of our enemies
when you shake hands with luck
when it all falls down,
now when it all falls down,
well when it all falls down
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SEXCALIBUR
03:49
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you shake your head just like you mean it
as you jump in the river and ignore the people screamin to
drowned like the sting of a bee who will laugh and leave ya fiending
we burn by the river but die by the sun
we’re dancing in a pit of fire on her broken wings
and it’s hardly anything at all to feel just like Jesus
it’s hardly anything
you shake your head just like you mean it
as you jump in the river and ignore everyone screaming to drowned
like the sting of a bee who will laugh and leave you fiending
we burn by the river but die by the sun
and she'll never wear a ring at all
Betty's kissing a stranger
you breathe on her back as she sleeps
Betty is kissing a stranger
Irving would be so proud of you
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5. |
916
04:40
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fire flame fire fly who is your friend and how did I meet him?
these realms are changing, you're smiling with grievances,
but who gave you that grin, you're smiling with grievances
well generally speaking I’ve got what you need and you never paid allegiance
celebratory laughter it deafens you with elegance
when they all move you stay frozen, you're angered with persistence
when they all move you stay frozen, you are angered with persistence
there is a light, there is a light
and it shines in the deepest spot in my mind
you feel a ray, a ray from yesterday just throwing you away
you feel a ray, a ray from yesterday just throwing' you away
well I don't know who you claim to be but you're not a part of me
mother, father, brother, son
I don't know who you claim to be but you're not a part of me
hey ma its 3 am and I’m feeling' your ignorance come off as empathy
how ya treated me
hey mom its dark in here
3am and I’m feeling your ignorance come off as empathy,
how you treated he
a Christian father, raw heat a southern summer
a calm mother, you feel the hands of papa
but you do not love one another
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Mangata Lafayette, Louisiana
Louisiana prog-pop experimentalists Mangata are looking to spread the Lollipop Gospel across the
nation!
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Our local Evil Twin. If anything has ever made us want to kick someone in the face in a good way, its Capra. Imagine a maniac with a flamethrower, but like musically.
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