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Circa
01:52
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Time chews me up and spits me out
I’ve just learned to blend in with the crowd
Were heartbeats ever meant to be this loud?
This is my gothic phase
Circa 1982
My bad poetry
Revealed to you
I’m not bleeding out
Your red ink crossed me through
I’ll wait now in the black
Like all true lovers do
Don’t have the heart to fall in love again
I’ll eat my words when I hit send
Death might win, but it is not the end
This is my post-war phase
Circa 1952
Confessions in a box
Kept hidden from you
The fading of the light
From television blue
I’ll wait now in the black
Like all true lovers do
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2. |
Taco Bell Fugazi
02:45
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We’re skeletons in a swimming pool
Without water, tryin’ to feel cool
In the Golden State, that’s the Golden Rule
No one can afford the mortgage rates
We live and die on the interstate
Shit rolls downcoast from the Golden Gate
California’s dead
Let’s all move east instead
But LA will survive
‘Cause we own the copyrights
John Steinbeck spinning in his grave
Think he wants to cause the big earthquake
To wash this city clean will take a tidal wave
California’s dead
Let’s all move east instead
But LA will survive
‘Cause we own the copyrights
The people move to Phoenix
Denver and Austin too
This movie, well I think we’ve seen it
Hollywood brings nothing new
California’s dead
Let’s all move east instead
But LA will survive
‘Cause legends never die
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3. |
Lou
02:29
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I’m blowing smoke rings from this kush
Got stoned with Moses and his bush
If you want some evil, you can call on me
I’m the Prince of Darkness, I’m a rock star
Master of the fiddle and the guitar
I’ve even earned Mick Jagger’s sympathy
I throw the best parties in Hell
For all the sinners and angels
Hanging out by the Lake of Fire
Unholy sounds from my amplifier
Garden of Eden, I am the serpent
Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement
LOUUUUUUUU! LOUUUUUUUU!
TURN THAT HEAVY METAL MUSIC DOWN
I’ll destroy your civilization
Go on and read the Book of Revelations
My time to shine will be the Judgement Day
But at times I can’t shake the feeling
I disappoint the man on the ceiling
And my devil horns are just a bit passé
I throw the best parties in Hell
For all the sinners and angels
Hanging out by the Lake of Fire
Unholy sounds from my amplifier
Garden of Eden, I am the serpent
Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement
I throw the best parties in Hell
For all the sinners and angels
Hanging out by the Lake of Fire
Unholy sounds from my amplifier
Garden of Eden, I am the serpent
Drinking beer in my Daddy’s basement
LOUUUUUUUU! LOUUUUUUUU!
TURN THAT HEAVY METAL MUSIC DOWN
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4. |
Sign of the Cobra
02:30
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The secret to happiness is
lowering the bar so your ego can fit in
The secret to ending up fine
is that rock beats scissors but nothing beats landmine
The secret to keeping your head
is knowing that Nietzsche and God are both dead
The secret to falling in love
is coming to chainsaw when push comes to shove
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you...
Hey beautful, what’s your sign
You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine
I’m 13th sign, Sign of the Cobra
Sagittarius, move the fuck over
The secret to happiness is
knowing exactly what you can get away with
Forget the grand plans that you made
You’re year of the cock and I’m year of the switchblade
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you is wrong, I’m cool with not being wrong
If loving you...
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5. |
Big Ass El Camino
02:23
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Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Your cigarette ash flies out the window
We’re driving in my El Camino
Stuck to the leather like it’s a punk show
I’ll be your Exene if you’ll be my John Doe
You say that love never dies
Like you were only half-right
Your ghost caught in the headlights
Tonight
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s hot as Hades, three in the morning
I’ve got no love left for the world I was born in
Lovers leave you without warning
Holding the matchstick ’til your fingers are burning
You say the heart never lies
Well that’s a good alibi
How did you make it through life
Starry-eyed?
So cut me deep and the blood will flow
Just let my heart bleed out across the desert road
There’s no hope to hold here anymore
White-knuckled grip and the pedal to the floor
You say that love never dies
Like you were only half-right
Your ghost caught in the headlights
Tonight
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We’re smiling at the abyss
And finding chemical bliss
With all the chaos that we’ve orchestrated
And all the feelings that we’ve sublimated
You’ve got a heart like a maze
You’re into Tom Waits these days
Cheap suit and ragged fingernails
Finding devils in the smallest details
Light’s out
We know
All the stars are dead, we’re the afterglow
Like speakers
Now blown
Our songs belong to the Great Unknown
Tell me
Is there an answer in that bottle of whiskey?
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
We march like lambs into the slaughter
The times get hard so the drugs get harder
Drunk on the merry-go-round
White horses throwing us down
New sacred words, new blood on our faces
But you’re the one who stumbles back to the races
Light’s out
We know
All the stars are dead, we’re the afterglow
Like speakers
Now blown
Our songs belong to the Great Unknown
Tell me
Is there an answer in that bottle of whiskey?
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo
We march like lambs into the slaughter
The times get hard so the drugs get harder
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Their flags are flown in the C-list cities
They like to fumble the ball
They are the Michael Jordans of not being
Like Michael Jordan at all
Give them one more chance, they might beat the odds
Please make a sacrifice to your angry gods
Here come the New York Mets! Here come the Phoenix Suns!
Here come the Mighty Underdogs!
There’s nothing like a Game 7 blowout
When you can’t process your grief
They got both hands in the jaws of victory
They always snatch a defeat
Right now laid-out on a blood-stained canvas
But you just gotta believe
They’re gonna break this curse, they’re gonna right this wrong
Like the Bills or the Browns on a 4th and long
The only super bowl they’ll win is Lucky Charms
Here come the Mighty Underdogs!
They’re howling,
They’re drooling
But they ain’t really executing
They’re howling,
They’re drooling
God, this season will be grueling
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8. |
My Viper Death Strike
02:24
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Your kind of love could make me rob a liquor store
I’m always drowning in your backwash
Don’t wanna be your second-stringer anymore
Think what I need is a training montage
Fast as lightning
Locked and loaded
My Viper Death Strike
Your heart’s exploded
I’m barely walking in my brand new running shoes
My mental health is still capsizing
So I study all of the martial arts and mystic truths
It’s time for self-mythologizing
Fast as lightning
Locked and loaded
My Viper Death Strike
Your heart’s exploded
Fists flying
Movie quoting
My Viper Death Strike
Your heart’s exploded
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Got some bullshit running through my head
Dirty laundry and an unmade bed
Sell me a miracle cure
Sell me a waste of my time
Me and trauma, dancing cheek-to-cheek
I’ve got a new persona every week
I’ll pet your fucking dog
I need some Xanax and wine
Doom scroll down until the bottom
There’s no light under the sea
A head full of snakes, yeah I’ve got ‘em
But I’m still alive, staggeringly
Hey!
Maybe I just need to love somebody?
Maybe I could get my hands all bloody?
Won’t you be my baby?
More twists and turns than a paperclip
I got that serial killer drip
A little dead in the eyes
I think I’m doing just fine
I’m a hamster on a hamster wheel
I own nothing that I’d wanna steal
The western civilization
Is still in decline
Doom scroll down until the bottom
There’s no light under the sea
A head full of snakes, yeah I’ve got ‘em
But I’m still alive, staggeringly
Hey!
Maybe I just need to love somebody?
Maybe I could get my hands all bloody?
Won’t you be my baby?
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10. |
Peck
02:19
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You’ll shoot your arrows through me
If I promise to bleed out slowly
If I bury the hatchet in my skull
Hey
Little night owl
I’ll peck my own damn eyes out
And drink
Until I black out
Can’t get nervous about these nervous breakdowns
Maybe home is where the hurt is
In the blank space between verses
Echoes from a disconnected call
World War Us, I’m in the trenches
Limbs blown off and no defenses
Underneath your trip wires I crawl
Maybe all of our feelings are creepy
And we sell them to others so cheaply
The best poetry’s written on the bathroom wall
Hey
Little night owl
I’ll peck my own damn eyes out
And drink
Until I black out
Can’t get nervous about these nervous breakdowns
Take the trash out, overflowing
Broken glass and weeds are growing
Throw me in the heap where I belong
Sunny day, ain’t that ironic?
Back inside to smoke the chronic
The Dark Night of the Soul is always long
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Might have stole that lunch that was glowing green
Didn’t know it was uranium-19
Suddenly I grew 300 feet tall
Throwing down playing kaiju basketball
Space dragons! Robotic doubles!
The human race is in a whole lotta trouble
Here I am at the center of it all
And if they call on me to fight
Some big atomic lizard’s gonna kick my ass tonight
What the fuck?
These monsters got me fighting tooth and claw
You ever take a train car to the jaw?
There’s gonna be a rumble in Osaka
You and I, Rodan and Mothra
Space dragons! Robotic doubles!
The human race is in a whole lotta trouble
Here I am at the center of it all
And if they call on me to fight
Some big atomic lizard’s gonna kick my ass tonight
What the fuck?
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12. |
12-Watt Las Vegas
02:41
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We’ll take it nice and sleazy
On a road trip through the West
Take off your pants, get freaky
Before your bones get repossessed
These people around you just want to control who you are
The astronauts, poets, and street punks at the bar
I needed a Jack but I don’t think that that’s in the cards
So I’m betting my last twenty bucks on the Queen of Hearts
Honey, we can fake it
Like some 12-watt Las Vegas
Engine’s running, we can make it
Down to 12-watt Las Vegas
I see your makeup’s running
I think I’m bleeding from my eye
We could write a movie
On how the cops chased us all night
These people around you just want to control who you are
The astronauts, poets, and street punks at the bar
I needed a Jack but I don’t think that that’s in the cards
So I’m betting my last twenty bucks on the Queen of Hearts
Honey, we can fake it
Like some 12-watt Las Vegas
Engine’s running, we can make it
Down to 12-watt Las Vegas
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13. |
Final Girl Semifinalist
03:15
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The dialogue is stilted
My motivation isn’t clear
The setting keeps shifting
And the director ain’t even here
The tone is unfocused
Continuity obviously slipped
I don’t grasp my character
And nobody’s seen the script
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop back out
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop back out
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
The projectors might be broken
The footage hasn’t moved on in years
And the extras from the prologue
Have moved on to better careers
The critical reaction
Isn’t signaling a hit
The silence from the producers
Means the sequel ain’t been greenlit
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop back out
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop back out
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop back out
And characters they drop in
And characters they drop
(Oh my God! Oh my God!)
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
I’m only in this movie
For my eventual death scene
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Joan of Arkansas Phoenix, Arizona
Five piece sludge pop band from Phoenix, Arizona formed through Tinder and Craigslist. Joan of Arkansas is weird, loud, distorted, and lyrically driven. Bright pop dual vocals peeking through distorted sludgy guitar and bass, then topped off with manic drumming. Is it pop? Is it punk? Is it noise? That's for you to decide! ... more
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