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Do the prove yrself to God!
Just wriggle hips round here
Grab yrself another beer
Tot up all your actions
Have you passed the test?
Do the prove yrself to God!
It's just a jump to the left
And then a hard lurch right
What have you achieved today?
Did you get out of bed again?
Do the prove yrself to God!
Don't you fail him
Tuck your thumbs into your belt straps
And grind
Do the prove yrself to God!
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2. |
Infinite Songs
02:11
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Nostalgic Shit:
We sowed our seed with monsters
Seventeen years ago
Infinite songs:
We were a song machine
Longhaired and nineteen
Spiralled sick:
Inside our darkened hearts
We tore ourselves apart
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3. |
Meaty Buoys
02:52
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Meaty Buoys
Every buoy needs a savage pencil
Dunk it in the mince again
Meaty buoy, brawn and sinew
I'm gonna see you in heaven then
Oh no
I'm telling you it don't matter
It's ok
There's only you and me listening
Anyway
Every buoy needs a kissing cousin
By law and Lord, genetic's right
Breed more buoys from flaccid pencil
Come on, in the waters fine
Every girl exists, I'm guessing
Some might even have a mind
It's no problem, don't go stressing
Meaty buoys have meaty times
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4. |
Burn The Pages
02:16
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Arbitrary Creative Shit
03:03
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Outside
Ideas float out then they die
Never born and never touched
The graveyard of unused thoughts
The staircase where we leave retorts
Gnarled branch
Crunching ground on ecstasy
Grinding jaws like tambourines
Bukowski's run out of booze
Staring down upon his shoes
And if I told you
Brian Eno never wrote a thing
From 1972
'Til the time when I met you
Dolly Parton
Couldn't think straight
Jolene taught the world how to masturbate
and I taught you
How to sing out loud
Richard Brautigan
Put a gun into his head
His idea flume
Had been subsumed
James Brown
Put his pen down
in 1963
And you've never heard of me
We're the Leo Trout
And you are we
Numbered one to infinity
Wanna hear us?
Just open up your mouth
And we'll
Sign off on it
Arbitrary creative shit
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6. |
The Life Buoys
01:50
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Oh
It doesn't get much better than this
Bobbing along on an ocean of piss
Yeah this is the life buoys
Oh
What a spectacular treat
Bathing on a beach of raw meat
Yeah this is the life buoys
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7. |
MKULTRA Blues
03:32
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Cleaning heaven's sewers for you
I've got the MKUltra Blues
Stare at the wall from May to June
I've got the MKUltra Blues
Tendrils out of the head
Into the ether
Creating the world
And destroying it nicely
Cyrillic marks upon my shoes
I've got the MKUltra Blues
I found Einstein’s violin,
In the alley I woke up in ,
I played it eight hours a day
Hoping I would grow his brain
Searching the house for clues
I've got the MKUltra Blues
They're Adam's eyes I'm staring through
I've got the MKUltra Blues
Cleaning heaven's sewers for you
I found Galileo's orange
In my bed when I woke up
After eating I was frightened
After eating I threw up
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8. |
The Dog (Pt 2)
01:58
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The dog's really let himself go
Off of the deep end
Off of his food
Walks no longer doing it for him
Will no longer chase the ball
Will no longer play fetch
The blank look in his eyes
The hollowness of his bark
The endless ennui of sitting in a basket all day
His coat's lost it's lustre
He's put on weight
He won't return your calls at all
And in his dreams he's an aeroplane
Dive bombing over fields
Catching every rabbit he sees
That's why he sleeps all day
That's why he sleeps all day
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Leave it for the birds
Leave it for the bees
Leave it for anyone
Just not me
I'm not the boy
Who was locked in the room
You filled him with shrooms
Made him describe God again
Your chances of surviving a small nuclear blast
Are greatly improved if you're standing behind something
For example
A Tree
Or
A table
or
A wall
will all do
Leave it for the birds
Leave it for the bees
Did you know that sharks
Are older than trees?
The ones that rise
Out of the ground.
Whilst widely mocked
The duck and cover campaign
Was based on the best information available at the time
It was only with the advent of larger bombs
that such advice was discounted
After all,
Wouldn't you love to survive a nuclear war?
Leave it for the birds
Leave it for the bees
I'm down here again
On my knees
Lapping away
As you're laughing away
Again
I'm frightened of trees
So please don't leave me alone here.
What boy doesn't dream of pirouetting
like a ballerina through
the ashes of a nuclear holocaust?
What boy doesn't dream?
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10. |
Malloy
04:26
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I'd like to start this off with an apology
I know I'm not the man you wanted me to be
But these things won't watch themselves
I ain't gonna to stack no shelves
You're gonna be proud of me Ma
You won't fire that thing Pa
Just ask Mr Far
Just give me the time of day
And I will go away
You won't hear anything I say
I'll be so quiet you can't be annoyed
I just don't know what you want
And lacking any reason not to
I plough on regardless
My room has a chair and a there lightbulb there
These give me the support I need
These give me the courage to go on
A window would be too much
To much grandeur for a man like me
I promise this is as good as it gets
I promise this is as good as it gets
and I imagine universes
each one a little reduced from the one before
there is no outside
Only an eternal in
The lightbulb is gone now
And I can't move my neck
To find out if there was ever a chair
I look forward but all I can see
Is shrouded in a grey mist
It doesn't get any better than this
And if you've got this
You'll want that prize
And you've got it
Just look behind your eyes!
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