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It’s bitterness that lies twixt grin and sigh when the glyph towers men into bugs and every soul forgets how to run.
It’s such a long way down. They tell ya, it’s such a long way down. When all souls forget how to run it takes an inch to slip or drown.
Prophets, fill your valleys; Atlas, lock your daughters up; Kings, fortify your kingdoms - the world ain’t safe from us.
It’s such a long way down. They tell ya, it’s such a long way down. When all souls forget how to run it takes an inch to slip or drown.
There’s no grief between my girl and me, yet whether asleep or a’cuss, the world ain’t safe from us. If small fates feel too heavy for earth and heaven thank being born of titans, psalms, and 7’s.
It’s such a long way down. They tell ya, it’s such a long way down. When all souls forget how to run it takes an inch to slip or drown.
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Smoke Signs
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Ahead of me is a hazy, piss colored sky.
Through this thick summer heat: soft monoliths and grassfire.
My darlin’ stele has a warning: don’t waste our time -
seal the windows, the best lies come in smoke signs.
I’ve got a mountain trust
and a skyscraper lust.
My hair likes waving white flags in the air behind me -
my eyes prefer just a bit more clarity.
These halted wheels and these gears only feel like death.
If you’d just stop and blur your eyes it’s all a mountainside.
I’ve got a mountain trust
and a skyscraper lust.
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Gilded Youth
02:44
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The maker’s mark left an impression -
I’ve been gone for a while but kept the lessons.
My people do it big and live it lavish -
call it a sin or force of habit.
Still livin’ that life and lovin’ it man?
Smoke screens the name of the game just to deal with those….
Holy hollow bodies making meals of me and my friends.
Hear them say they want to save us, watch them get off on our sins.
Those holy hollow bodies - those old men in old locked rooms -
see their gilded youth standing tall and spit shit like sinful, weak, and small.
Two, we did our time deep in the guts.
Imagine a surface so dull daylight drove you nuts.
So we went underground and planted black flags,
stomped like gods and grabbed what they had.
Now all things built ain’t meant to stand alone?
Now there’s masters and you want to sit on their throne like you don’t remember….
Holy hollow bodies making meals of me and my friends.
Hear them say they want to save us, watch them get off on our sins.
Those holy hollow bodies - those old men in old locked rooms -
see their gilded youth standing tall and spit shit like sinful, weak. and small.
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Somatic Love
03:00
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She’s a pillar cut from a rock that was once a mountain top. Built to hold the weight, she stands, and I’m the one she lets peak up her skirt.
No matter where you aim, you’re gonna hit a nerve. You better come hungry - my girl will feed you the curb.
Knuckles, bone white from pressure. Heavy heads meet secret sighs when we too remove the baggage and every weary pore sings.
No matter where you aim, you’re gonna hit a nerve. You better come hungry - my girl will feed you the curb.
And babe I’ve gotta say, I love the way you curse my name.
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Blazerback, back off - slide your rig out of me. You wanna buy my insides, then call it lies when I bleed
I bet you’ve never pulled out. I bet you’d charge a whore for your seed.
The Earth is falling under our toes. Fort Worth, TX is about to explode.
Propellerhead taking you to bed - man, you dig those rOIL eyes. I smell a faux-fountainhead, I smell a Spindletop swindler spreading more lies.
I bet you’ve never pulled out. I bet you’d charge a whore for your seed.
The Earth is falling under our toes. Fort Worth, TX is about to explode.
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Picnic Lightning Fort Worth, Texas
What is the opposite of the middle? Dark has light, truth has lies, God has Satan, but what or who is the middle’s foil? Theories abound, but it is the four gentlemen in Picnic Lightning who claim dominion over that murky abyss. They may hail from where the west begins, their feet may stomp Fort Worth concrete, but their music dwells in the shadowland of trenchant questions and orphic revelations. ... more
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