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Nobody
02:58
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Nobody needs me,
nobody needs me,
nobody needs me
I've got no signal, I've got no interface
My fingers are tapping
the air for rewards
so hard to imagine something
to have to work towards, yeah
what do you do when nobody needs you?
do you bite on your nails,
do you chew on your hair, too?
Do you do a full scan?
Do you shuffle the mortal coil?
My glands are retracting,
so hungry for more
so hard to imagine something
to have to work towards
Should I smile or cry?
What's the meaning of all this?
And why should I try
if control is so limited?
If my girl likes the stars,
but I push her away,
is there the slightest of a chance
I do it cause I'm afraid?
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Truth
02:56
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Truth, like a fat leather glove
I'm sorry for twisting you
like a rope or a pretzel.
Culture fails me today
in speaking words worth being spoken:
I hurt the truth
Lied about the truth
Made my own truth
Caring is sharing
but you can't share a fake truth.
Sorrow,
how priceless.
Can't put a price
on a bag of dirt.
When you live life like a bag of dirt
people might call you a dirtbag.
When you project your feelings far enough
it's not hard to forget where they came from.
I love my bed, but not today:
It went and took
those far-flung feelings
like a dead dog fetching a dead quail.
Truth, maladaptive truth, insatiable truth, untouchable truth
Go home and hang my head up on an old meat hook
I'm gonna reincarnate into an old war general
Hold my cat tight,
'cause he's the only one that knows
and I like to think we feel things together
I'm gonna reincarnate into an old war general
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Other Peoples' Pushes
02:49
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Other peoples' pushes,
I'm drowning in other peoples' pushes
I'm falling deeper, getting tumbled
wrap up my belongings
seal tight my entitles
in other peoples' pushes
other peoples' pushes,
that's how they make their stacks.
Pokes on a computer;
competitive and crass attacks.
But they'll tell you you can take it or not take it
and that we're all kindred spirits
though I've found that only one is mine,
I wear it proud and I let it shine
cause with other peoples' pushes,
the way that some are designed:
if you let your guard down
you'll almost surely die
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I Wasn't Born
02:51
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I cast my fate to the wind
When I kneel down to tie my shoe
I get that gum on my pant leg
I get a nose full of dust
I get a skull full of air
I cast my fate to the wind
Not that I don't care
My love is stickier than blood, baby
sticks to a swingin' baseball bat
we do the d-d-dance of anger
and I like it like that
And a ring rolls sideways around my cranium
in and out of grooves like a Saturday night
I wasn't born in the future, baby
but wasn't born without sight
I wasn't born, yeah
I get busy with my needs, baby
I bump fists with the man
You got an awful lotta greed, baby
I think I wanna hold your hand
You get softer with age
If you keep your heart unplugged
You get socked with the dreams
That you stop trying to lug
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DIY rock duo. Sweats a lot. In touch with feelings. Sober. Pals.
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