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Americans
02:17
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My problems are American. My strengths are American.
My weaknesses are glaringly American like “freedom.”
Tell me, what does that mean?
You say it so much it's an abstract, means nothing
Mythology of where we come from
The verdant green coast of a new world that wasn't mine
East Coast: megalopolis
my flora and fauna are concrete
and businessmen, bankers, and cowards
Losers and liars, restless and tired
This world could be so beautiful
If people were left to live like they wanted to
work like they wanted to
Mythology of where we come from
Where we're going is looking real scary
But if we didn't care, we wouldn't fight to steer it
If we didn't care we would just jump the ship
Oh and if I didn't care
I wouldn't scream my heart out about it
“Got a big mouth and I'm gonna use it!” - American contrarian
“I have two eyes and I can see through all the media's lies”
“I know what truth is”
I know what truth is!!!
In America where your consent
is manufactured for someone else's power
In America
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Elsie
02:03
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Elsie we're broken in the same spaces
Our brains cracked where the ideas pour out
And I wish you were here with me touching faces
We were born in different places, man how dumb is that?
And soulmate send me a message
in a bottle I could hold on to
How could you even notice me
in such a sea of creeps?
Elsie leaned out her broken window
Viridian hair formed the drapes of my projection
An internet spirit electric princess I worship at her alter
She don't even know who I am
And soulmate send me a message
in a bottle I could hold on to
How could you even notice me
in such a sea of creeps and cheats?
I'm going crazy all alone on this desert island
Staring at the moon over the water and I'm wondering...
Are you looking too? Are you looking too?
I'm looking for you
Are you looking too?
Are you looking too?
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You don't have a right to your depression
You don't have a right to just sit on the couch, waiting to die
If you lived in a vacuum, if you lived in a vacuum
You could do whatever you wanted to
So eject your head into outer space
And get the hell out of my face
Because you're part of the problem
And your words are poison
Go waste your time with your “substance” of choice
if that's weed or booze or money or ego
You're a blight on everyone around you.
You're the BP oil spill of human misery
You don't have a right to your complete
and total lack of motivation
You're a piece of shit
And what I'm trying to say is you're a disappointment
to you and me and all of us
So eject your head into outer space
And get the hell out of my face
Because you're part of the problem
And your words are poison
Go waste your time with that substance of choice,
if that's weed or booze or sex or ego
You're a blight on everyone around you.
You're the BP oil spill of human misery
Your negativity is toxic
Your negativity is toxic
Your negativity is toxic
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All of You
01:30
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I want all of you
I really don't care who is running
fingers through your hair
I really don't care who you're
waking up with out there
Save me the serenity of dreaming of you
There's nothing I can do
It's like a toxic pathogen wanting
All of you
I want all of you
I want all of you
I want all of you
We were born into broken worlds
Our holy contracts useless
Just antiquated means of publicizing our romances
And yet I am unashamed of mutual romantic obsessions
Cuz anyone with eyes can see
I was made for you and you were made for me
I want all of you
I want all of you
You can have all of me
If I can have all of you
I want all of you too
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Eclectic
01:45
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“Eclectic” That's what they said about
The bright-eyed girl who broke hearts
Hastily changing courses, dodging ghosts and voices
Triggered memories insight when you had a different life
On the move again
On the move again
On the move again
She is on the move again
Felt slighted, best made plans imploded
Disappointed with a lonely heart
Her limbs playfully linger. Her eyes beam and shimmer
She drives the roads alone at night, dreaming of another life
On the move again
On the move again
On the move again
She is on the move again
When the New Year gets here fireworks will ignite the sky
In streams of color, brilliant light, and air pollution
She'll be sleeping off the past years of disenchanting delusion
She's not a cynic.
She's just singing, “Good riddance to bad times.”
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