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Kali Horse - ANIMA
03:11
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This is the song of the plagiarist
A specialist in rip off art
He tore my song apart
He had his brain in his heart
The curator racked her brain
It was a meaty copy machine
She had seen his piece before
It was the carpet on the floor
That's why later the perpetrator
Shoved his brain into his heart
He tore my song apart
His brain was in his heart
Bones are softer than the brain
It's not so often we smoke the rain
Drink the fire eat the sweat
Art is simply subtle theft
That's why later the perpetrator
Shoved his brain into his heart
He tore my song apart
His brain was in his heart
This is the song of a plagiarist
He said "things will fall apart"
His car was made of spare parts
Like all with brains in their heart
Exposure will scare him stiff
Art is what you can get away with
If he was caught he'd be famous
For one body in two suitcases
Neither the artwork nor the man
Were ever seen or heard again
The fate of the artist will be the same
Unless he keeps his heart in his brain
Unless he keeps his heart in his brain
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Sea of Troubles - Busted
02:48
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Came out with the pop style
Tell me don’t I look wild?
You’re just a flower child.
I’ll make
make you buck wild.
Crimes
I don’t commit
Tell me all your bullshit
5 more to make it honest.
Tell me
Where is the wrong shit?
You’re my lover.
I couldn’t add it up to no other
And i’ll show you whose’ got 4skin
Don’t you know
Honey
That I’m busted.
Aim your arrows to the sky
My life is full of dry bread
And things left unsaid
I am a never 1ce
And a never would.
+ it all up in the nice funeral
That you would.
And I ain’t no motherfucking skid
But
I = busted.
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FORMING - Weather
02:55
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PART I
“Hey you can't bring that thing in here!”
But I have an exception, dear
I can’t get by in this world alone
Without a friend to rip flesh from bone
I think he’s cute, he inspires dread
The people he eats are already dead
Missed connections with hollow men
Viral dinner parties, empty pens
The lifeless cries of cancel culture
My emotional support vulture
My emotional support vulture
Emotional support vulture
Pecking at my eyes
Emotional support vulture
Must be dead inside
Emotional support vulture
Beady eyes and leather skin
Emotional support vulture
Save me from my sin
Oooooh Let’s win!
There are lots of things you can’t take on planes
Airport insecurity gone insane
We all need some creature comfort
My carrion carry-on little buzzard
When the plane goes down, you’ll kick and scream
I’ll be safe in my desperate dreams
Of a genuine pterodactyl descendent
Murderalizing the flight attendant
My emotional support vulture
My emotional support vulture
Emotional support vulture
Pecking at my eyes
Emotional support vulture
Must be dead inside
Emotional support vulture
Beady eyes and leather skin
Emotional support vulture
Save me from my sin
Oooooh Let’s win!
PART II
Black helicopters are flying over the City of Smoke tonight!
And I just want to lie down with you
And gaze up upon the fiery skies,
And die, along with everything we knew
I hear the dull ripple of waters
I hear the song of flying birds
I hear the whole twittering world
Hum at rosy-fingered dawn
space is sown with stars
And silence scrapes your ears
The cool kiss of the night
it's yours, it's yours, it's yours
Sometimes I get to thinking
And I start to look around
And then the truth can sink in:
What I have killed will never be found
The cremation of care
Immolation of hope
A sacrificial dance (a sacrifice)
To the end of our rope (hung up to dry)
When the poison is the cure
And we haven't got a prayer
That's when I give in
To the cremation of care
I love the fruits of nature
But I don’t worship it
I don’t sacrifice things to it
I don’t bow down to it
I shake off the sorrows of the city’s dust
I laugh at lust for power, and shun powerful lust
The right wing and left wing belong to one bird
A vulture who sings a terrible word
I rise from the ashes
With my oily hair
And light the flame of
The corpse of care
The cremation of care
Immolation of hope
A sacrificial dance (a sacrifice)
To the end of our rope (hung up to dry)
When the poison is the cure
And we haven't got a prayer
That's when I give in
To the cremation of care
PART III
It’s not a metaphor for death and doom
It’s not a vision of tormented ruin
Yes I know my vulture’s worth
he demands a complete rebirth
And if you see my vulture in a dream
You need to know he’s very clean
But if you don’t support my animal’s rights
Prepare to die by a predator’s bite!
My emotional support vulture
My emotional support vulture
Emotional support vulture
Pecking at my eyes
Emotional support vulture
Must be dead inside
Emotional support vulture
Beady eyes and leather skin
Emotional support vulture
Save me from my sin
Oooooh Let’s win!
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Animal Party - Cobwebs
04:30
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WCD - Broke Window
03:11
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Erin Corbett - Time
08:40
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Toronto/Brampton based experimental tape label releasing underground music that may never have otherwise seen the light of day.
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