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raccoon
03:07
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I deleted the lyrics. My bad. I'll try to redo them soon.
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rat
02:09
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in the nameless city
i drink from puddles of piss
and the tumors come
nothing fights as much as the sun above the smog
i chase that fantasy
it’s all just talk
for what is the race if someone doesn’t snap my neck
what is the game if some of the pieces aren’t led
in the dry sewers
i don’t notice the dust laying its patterns
seeing any of the lost
nothing sleeps at most most things just scurry
and i grace that dream
for what is the race if someone doesn’t put a pistol against my head what is the game if some of the pieces aren’t fed
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3. |
zodiac cat
02:21
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the jade emperor voice of god
had big plans for a race
invited all the animals he could
heaven's used to being chased
best friend was a sewer at
who lived inside the bar
i was a farm cat
who slept on used cars
we share a weakness
we can't swim
the race had an obstacle
a river crossing with no bridge
tthere was an ox in the race
tall as the rising mist
we climbed on its back
a simple kind of trick
the water green and cloudy
i dreamed of the finish line
i didn't think to fear
of being left beihind
your push came blind
as i was swept down the line
i saw you crack a grin
as the current overtook me
i guess it's fine
my descendants will probably think otherwise
they' might take it personally
when you are a betrayer
i guess it's fine
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bats
02:18
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broken belfry
no one bats an eye
or eyed the bats that left
hell sent here to braise some souls
he said
don’t worry about such heated talk
she said
guano’s gone, so the smell should be out in a week
someone said
billowing of the colony like the sky had a cape
like smoke worming through the hollow
i missed the blind more than the living
or better still
i missed what’s was hidden
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coyote
02:06
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following the tracks here
they are in kind
to what flees the scene
beneath the fence line
catch everything
how good it feels to be slick
smell everything
how bad it must be to be next
all killing is, is the holding down the universe
and telling it no no no no no no
you are not with me
jumping across the gray
careless to the leap
like an gnostic
asking for a treat
don’t fetch anything
how good it feels to be bold
don’t love anything
how good it feels to be cold
all killing is, is hunting the universe
and telling it yes yes yes yes yes
you are with me
to walk silent
to see your shit
to wait in the dark
to grow bigger from their fear
all killing is, is the universe forgetting to say whaaaaatttttttt
then asking for permission
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6. |
parrot
01:44
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repeat what you say
heelllllloooooo
hum the macerena
and I'll bob my head
and shimmy back and forth
island life coaches
pina colada smiles
board short walkaways
torched tiki hotels
i gotta speak my peace
just kidding
i am a really good sound board
you rattle the cage
fuccccckkkkkk yoooooouuuuuuuu
trying to sleep
and not smell newspaper
and not dream about air travel
island volcano notices
mai tai frowns
sock and sandal retirees
burnt peeling skin
i gotta speak my peace
just kidding
I am a recording device
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7. |
dog
03:55
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Walk to the bar
in the center of town
with my master
there's drinks to get warm with
the leash is tied to outside table
this won't take long even in the winter
a shot of Ireland, a beer of England
it's always cold but there's never any snow
just smoke and laughing conversation
and stories i've heard before
you see her enough times
the stumbling is ordinary
hugs you enough times
the affection is a tributary
i just stick my tongue out
wag my tail
she says good girl good girl
walk home from the bar
to the old apartment
with my master
there's short stories to write
my leash is hung inside the closet
she might pass out in front of the laptop
a song blaring, a half drunken botte of water
always not trying to live terriblly
as if the drunken time is a sober promise
no one wants to explain
you see her snore enough times
it helps me sleep
talks out loud sometimes
in some bartering dream
i just close my eyes
sigh softly
and pretend she's talking to me
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rabbit
03:37
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jump out of the hat
all the hands clap
look out at the crowd
and then the hutch slams.....shut
just take tomorrow
as a weather forecast
prey and predators
are just the silence of the past
the tail is turning back to cotton
and ol Mcgregor swings his axe
i just hope my last thought
just fades to black
to believe in magic
for your family
whatever is useful
just be friendly
loan yesterday
to some kind of writer
prey and predators
depends on the survivor
the best trick ever played
passthe buck to the future
there is no real menace
forgive the reaper
the best trick ever played
was foolish insistence
you get one choice
a dead rabbit or a good assistant
the tail is turning back to cotton
and ol Mcgregor swings his axe
i just hope my last thought
just fades to black
put me back in the hat
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bear
03:42
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the evening river is sleeping
i put my paws in the water
i recall some memory you spoke of
the dusk stayed in the summer
i watch the salmon swim
they'll continue the species
whether or not i am here
to excuse their spawing
you've become something else by now
i'm too old for you to be listening
i'm too young to be lost
or so i'd like to be if i was alone
death always follows me
knowing i am inescapable
of caves and hibernation
full of all the meals i've tabled
the gunshots ring out in the distance
they sound like the only dream that i have
the dream where the dusk came
where the sky never turned its back
either way, you said the same thing
that something is always violent
and something is always waiting for you
i just keep my paws in the water
focus on nothing
and pretend there are no mistakes
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10. |
horse
01:52
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come out of the gates
everyone's on the attack
everyone's an enemy
on this dirty track
the first bend play for keeps
kick up all the sod
make everyone suffer
let the jockey show my blood
i got a race to win
i got a race to win
if i don't win
then i hope i die
the second bend no one's left
i move faster than any machine
the losers in my wake
they are afraid of me
close to the finish line
the crowd roaring in pain
who can tame this lonely beast
I will give them their fame
i got a race to win
i got a race to win
if i lose
then i hope i die
in the final stretch
the sun peeks out from the clouds
and i shall be their champion
like they wanted now
put the flowers around my neck
take a million photgraphs
let me stand in the circle
in the aftermath
i win the race i win the race
i win the race i win the race
i win the race i win the race
I HOPE I DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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11. |
monkey clone
02:18
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12. |
penguin
01:24
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if we dance
and the light is gone
if we bow
and it comes back on
i will stay
for the coming of the kingdom
if ice melts
the floes drift
rising heat
Antarctica's a myth
I will swim
for the coming of the kingdom
if we die
and all goes under
if we live
to make Madagascar
we will sleep
with the coming of the kingdom
we'll all dance
with the coming of the kingdom
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Edge of the lakeshore
when I was youthful
tried to swim there
but lost my will to
went home sopping
shakes,tears and wetness
not much to remember
but i guess it's a testament
i think i'm losing
whatever's missing
asks for a story
that's not bittersweet
the jade emperor
told of us heaven
how to get there
where to meet him
i met the rat
outside the hotel
had a plan you see
for the obstacles
I think I'm winning
whatever's finding
asks for a friend
in perfect timing
atop the ox's back
we floated on the surface
had thoughts of homecoming
not of a purpose
the rat pushed me over
into the water
i watched them blur
as they moved forward
i think I'm sinking
despite movement
the bubbles screaming
against the current
edge of the lakeshore
when i was youthful
tried to swim......there
I think I'm dying
and I am tired
not much to remember
no year to come
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