1. |
Bellyache
04:15
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I’m busy nursing
A bellyache
Haunting the surface
Turning gray
Pull back the skin tight bodysuit
Reflecting off white
Fill my belly up so heavy
I won’t burst until you let me
Pinch me cherry red
Twist and turn then off with his head
I’m wasted on you
All my color’s gone
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2. |
Daisy Eyed
02:16
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Wouldn’t you like to know
Why to keep your head down
Makes the bad thing hurt worse
Buried deep never found
Stupid things I do
Stupid things I say
Make no sense to me
I’m not gone
Only lost
Daisy eyed
Lullaby
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3. |
Ballet
03:49
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I want that one
I won’t settle
For another one
Try to sell me
Something different
See where you end up
Does it live up
To the picture
Changing in your mind
My head is on a stick
A swivel stick
A sundial
Pointing every which way
Spinning Russian ballet
But it always lands on
The very same
I eat my dinner
Off the center
Of a floating plate
The floor is spinning
Underneath
My dizzy dancing feet
Lowest common laughter
What’s the audience after
Hiding in the same denial
Of where we are
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4. |
Crickets
03:48
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It’s nothing to me
I make it all up as I go
I let it take me
Wherever it may flow
One two three and four
One foot out the door
Five six seven eight
Spin around in place
Remove the head
Destroy the brain
Want for nothing
It sounds too easy
To pull the limbs off one by one
And float the body
And watch the body float
Four three two and one
My idea of fun
Counting dot dot dot
Make the crickets stop
Remove the head
Destroy the brain
Good for nothing
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5. |
Hosed
03:56
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Only have myself to blame
When I do something wrong
Other people have no shame
Forget it move along
If I’m ever gonna change
I’ll have to hose it all
Aim the nozzle
We’ll see ya
All or nothing man
I like your style
Disappear awhile
Sometimes I feel powerful
Directing the whole room
Mostly I just feel small
Like I said something dumb
If I gonna change a thing
I’ll have to hose it all
Grip the handle
Squeeze tight
All or nothing man
I love your style
Disappear awhile
I’m the kind of friend you want
When you don’t want a friend for long
And you just need an easy out
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6. |
Oil Spill
02:32
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There’s a little more beneath the limits of your gloom
Cough it up and spill your guts no end to what we’ll do
Oil spill
Debt collector
Kid yourself
Drop dead anchor
There’s no one after you
Lesser creatures lifeless futures mash them into glue
Disappearing inkwell sinking boil them black and blue
Oil spill
Debt collector
Kid yourself
Lonely actor
Oil Spill
Drop dead anchor
Kill yourself
Now or never
There’s no one after you
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7. |
Stuffie
03:18
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Half asleep
Frozen into fear
Frequency delusion
Seeing all too near
Hold me like your favorite stuffie
Keep me from the shapes that haunt me
Sell me some to buy me precious
Time to stretch and loosen up my tongue
I’m all yours
Can’t you see it
Doesn’t it look real
How predictable
The hours that you steal
I’m lost for words
I’m all yours
Do your worst
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8. |
Payoff
02:59
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Know the feeling all too well
Still it takes me by the will
Drags me through the dirt
And dumps me in the ditch
Have you touched the bottom yet
Treading water with regret
Just you wait
The payoff’s great
It’s well worth it
I will lay down for you
I implore you
Do your very worst
I can take it
Two can play this stupid game
It’s useless to fight back
When you can never win
I can almost see it now
I can almost see her now
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9. |
Thinning
04:10
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This isn’t the first time it’s embarrassing
To be determined if and when
Exactly the point that you’re always missing
So eager to explain yourself again
Spoil the surprise repeating off your head
The look in your eyes could boil an egg
Thinning in places you’d always expect
Still heavy handed on your first attempt
So heavy handed on your first attempt
But I’d do it all again
Sticks and stones and kitchen sink
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soft cheese Portland, Oregon
a fromage a trois turned quattro formaggi
if you want, conner will burn you a cd.
hugh - guitar&vox
annie - bass
dustin - drums
conner - guitar
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