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Mobius Strip
04:44
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Tools make a man like joining rivers make a fish
Assuming Occam got the shave and swabbed the blood out from a petri dish
Void of touch would lie the men who take collectives vertically
But A is ergo propter fucking hoc if it lines up with B
Falling off the outside, wrapping back around into the inside, following the path and then retracing back to where it started
Dynamic dual citizens pronounce
(Run your mouth ‘cause it’s an insect)
Aging sinew ounce per ounce, it’s like
(Run your mouth ‘cause it’s an insect, hold your tongue and start the reflex)
Singles meet when sins are free
(After the collapse, caldera)
Primitive or singularity
(After the collapse, caldera, run your mouth and greet the chimera)
Emptying the jars of evil purges us from
Walking past primitive means and I calculate
The world will shake and tilt back and drop
Pace of an animal, capital raindrops for all
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The Shake
03:35
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It’s all on you, yeah face turned blue
His hand against you, hand against him
(OH) Rubente dextra
I’m the reverend, like a messy kind of extra, yeah
Verdant in the eyes of me (ME)
Punch me till the stars come out of fog and tell thee (THEE)
When to cross the Rubicon
The die is cast, your face turns on
If I’m good, no neither snow nor rain nor gloom of
Nighttime should in any way stay me from starving
Like I would if I were living pre-Madonna
Once we stood before the edge of warmth and reason
(Ooh do the shake baby...)
Blinding aphrodisiacs consumed me
Idle hands in gardens, oh what could I say to
God, were he some kind of lipless floozy, yet
She wasn’t herself till she consumed me (DO THE SHAKE)
If I’m good, no neither snow nor rain nor gloom of
Nighttime should in any way stay me from starving
Like I would if I were living pre-Madonna
Once we stood before the left hand stopped like manna on the seven GO!
(Do the shake baby ooh...)
If I’m good, no neither snow nor rain nor gloom of
Nighttime could invigorate desire like taboo
So I did the shake
I needed a break from you
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Egg of Columbus
03:52
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Talk like I’m grinning, his grave must be spinning and
She waits her turn to comply
He know she knows that his face is changing
He knows we know why
Teeth go, feet grow, chores and rearranging
Eno, Lou-Louie
Rife with the feeling that Jane’s been caught stealing
Her father’s tattoos melt his gun
Crushing the purple sun
Lusting for life with a Chinese-made wife
You can smell the asbestos go stale
Giving me danger through braille
Homos and queers, I’m your homo superior
Feeling the eyes, spitting 12-carat gold
Looks like we’ve gotten bold
Sunday’s a perfect day, hangin’ ‘round, things to say
He wears his face like a song
Banging the cracks on his gong
He know she knows that his face is changing
He knows we know why
Teeth go, feet grow, chores and rearranging
Eno, Lou-Louie
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The Dentist
05:35
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Should the lights flicker and break the concentration
Would all of my teeth become flotsam and jetsam
If spoonerism’s just a spoon and vexes hex the dentist
I’d climb out ‘till the gas stops
Cold and laughing
Smiling surgically
Packing bromide
Joining varsity
Just like I was a minnow instead of fitting in
Just like I was a minnow instead of eating what is given
Just like I was a minnow instead of holding it in
Just like I was a minnow instead of eating what is given
Lines are right, righter than gods you lie to
And the lights are bright, but it is still behind you
Might, like a dog, only comes after some persuading
Life is a gift that I’d trade for some mind erasing
Just like I was a minnow instead of fitting in
Just like I was a minnow instead of eating what is given
Just like I was a minnow instead of holding it in
Just like I was a minnow instead of eating what is given
Should the lights flicker and break the concentration
Would all of my teeth become flotsam and jetsam
If spoonerism’s just a spoon and vexes hex the dentist
I’d climb out ‘till the gas stops
Might, like a dog, only comes after some persuading
Life is a gift that I’d trade for some mind erasing
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Coquette Vermont
Coquette is a wildly energetic American indie band with Franco Anglo roots based in Central Vermont, consisting of Cobalt Tolbert (guitar), Angus Davis (bass) and Titien Tolbert (drums).
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