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No Dogma
03:06
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I was born in the valley of a ballet slipper
In the evenings and spring days they danced on me formally
Right there where the mirrors exaggerate the size of this place
And children develop a taste
To twist unnaturally
The only way that you can breathe
Keep your face facing East
Really no dogma in dance?
Teach teach teach me
Each and every one of me
I really didn’t want to be anything
Just free like a ghost
Does anything strike you as counter intuitive
The shoe doesn’t fit, your feet are bleeding
Tip toe around it
Wrap it in bandages
Learn how to spin
A deluge of delusion
Teeth teeth teeth
Each and every one of them
Deep deep deep in my bones
I wanna be body free like a ghost
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2. |
7 x 70
04:06
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Before we were smoking pot
We were doing tricks in the church parking lot
Before the roadside digital sign
The amphitheater and the Muckleshoot Casino
Seven days a week
We could fly like amphetamine
We could get a high in the 70’s
Like we’re in a dream
Before Jamie cut his finger off
In woodshop working on a funbox
We were kickflipping on the blacktop back lot
Our spot to engage in ascension
A large space to accommodate convention
A’s when your name gets mentioned
On a Friday you would pay attention
To when the sun goes down
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3. |
Alt-right Windchimes
03:13
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We warned you of the aftershocks
You were busy looking at your wristwatch
Calculator clocks
Listen to the numbers talk
Imitation of an imitation
You can taste the artificial flavoring
Of course you’re eager for the end to come
Whether you’re living in a vacuum
Or vacuuming a living room
Alt right windchimes
Signs of the times
Added to the inner anger entertainment
Bursting at the seams
Washer dryer drum machine
Agitated swing
Dynamite the mine
It’s time to get the miners out
Not another folly followed by a folly
No como ayer
Print a picture of a piece of paper
On a piece of printer paper
Make a copy of a copy
Duplicate a peace projector
Divide it by divide it by
Wrap your mind around your heart
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4. |
Pardon Me Pablo
03:32
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"You got an eight top... patio"
I'm Pablo
I am centering
Everything
And seeing in mono
Moving
Dreaming
Feeling in mono
Everything within me is driving in the center lane
I am the center... call me by my middle name
Ahh, pardon me Pablo
I was tomorrow
Looking forward to yesterday
Now I'm in mono
I'm taking all the rest away
Keep your chin up kid
Center positive
Check deposited
Jet fuel rocketed
Self cut hair
Self health care
Self centered
Self aware
Centered at the source
Ahh, pardon me Pablo
Excuse me waiter
I'm burning in the sun
Can we be moved
To a better location
It's really hot
So hot
In the center
Burning in the sun
We asked for iced Tea
I asked for ice cream
I am driving to the drive-in
I'm alive and I am dying
Call me by my middle name
Pardon me Pablo
"You heard iced tea but I asked for ice cream"
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5. |
Aftershocks
02:14
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I dream of earthquakes and sometimes the whole room shakes
I hear you crying
They used to tell me you should stand in the doorframe
To keep from dying
I have a fear of overcast california
My father was a fairly comprehensive road map
He loved the drive
My grandpa Don had his camcorder on
When we arrived
I have a fear of playing tennis in the morning
We lost a ball
I watched it sail over the chanlink fence
I had to save it
They had signs up saying “watch out”
“You could get washed out”
Somehow i made it
I have a fear of the LA River
And all the aftershocks
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6. |
Affordable Thrills
03:17
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What do you mean
There’s a difference between
Our politics and our spirits?
We don’t want reform
We need to be reborn
Baptize in the fire
Preachers and the choir
We don’t need police
Let them rest in peace
Riding on a horse
Seems perfectly of course
What do you mean
There’s a difference between
Our politics and our spirits?
(There’s something sort of geriatric about this groove
I’m a slipper wearing Modelo drinking motherfucker)
I ask you
Everything’s askew
I know what to do
Everything’s askew
What do you mean
There’s a difference between
Our politics and our spirits?
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7. |
12 Missed Calls
04:09
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I've got my apparition tracksuit on
But enough of death
It's a white on white jigsaw puzzle
With two tickets to the heavenly landfill
It's a backwash bungalow
A black hole fixer-upper
With some false hope carpet cleaner
And a TV dinner last supper
Try me on the telecaster
Not a telephone I never answer
Twelve missed calls
One true thing gives way
I had the taste of bullets in my mouth
Pressure washed all the bitter out
At the blank stare waterpark
I left my luggage in the overhead
Mood swing storage unit
Hand trucked in a mannequin
To take my place in this conversation
You can catch a party on the phone
But if he hollers better let him go
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8. |
Wrong Emoji
04:12
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Drinking too much
Never getting drunk
I’m of the mind
The right words are hard to find
Clear out our house
Put it all in the truck
A mess that we make
For cleaning’s sake
A manicure for Randy
The dolphin is for Andy
And if he is lucky
A shamrock for Wienke
And if I am lucky
A kissy face from Ashley
And anyone who knows me
There is no wrong emoji
Mother of God and earthquake
There is no emoji
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Joel Myers. Joel Mars. JM. sayaudio and WAFFLMAKR. Song Club Radio Hour host. Friday Night Song Club member. Half of Afterlife Giftshop. One third of ABRAHAM. One fourth of Pale Noise. One fifth of Kilcid Band.
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