1. |
Zabadee
03:23
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Harmony and dissonance are daily decisions
Some damn sci fi soap opera has captured my brain
And we’re sitting right here in the peak of our prime
But there’s not one damn phone call while we stare at the line
It was easy to find the rhythm but all access is blocked
By some pantomime pose which was sold outta stock
Now they’ve 86’d memory from the rules of the game
So we sit here quite patiently til they call out your name
Zabadee bi zaba doo da i will repeat this phrase
Cuz there’s nothin’ that makes sense on this unparalleled plane
Zabadee bi deebi zaba doobie da i will repeat this refrain
Cuz there’s nothing that makes sense in this unparalleled plane
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2. |
Chicken
02:50
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If I was a chicken to chase
What would I be to say?
If I was a decoy to harbor your disgrace
My Baby my darling that just takes the cake
If I was a river to rush
From the stream of your well
If I was a conduit to cure all your mistakes
Dimensional vortex of the human race…
Everyone plots narrative
And hivemind takes its toll
To marry the melody of our momentum
Could carry the consequence of your control
If I was a chicken to chase
What would I be to say?
If I was a decoy to harbor your disgrace
My Baby my darling that just takes the cake
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3. |
Onions
03:21
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Well I still cook with onions all the time, all the time
Even though they always make me cry
I close my eyes in pain and I point the knife in vain
And i hope that all my fingers will remain
And I guess that just might be how love works
Sometimes when you’re open and not in line
Yeah I guess that just might be how love works
Sometimes when you’re open and not in line
The vein in your hand leads me to your veiny gland
Reminds me of the vanity of my plan
Well its plain for all to see we will never really be
But the potential energy has its flavor
And I guess that just might be how love works
Sometimes when you’re open and not in line
Yeah I guess that just might be how love burns
Sometimes when you wake up and your heart’s on fire
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4. |
Poached Eggs
03:28
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Been burnt out on turn out for too many years
Been passin’ for fashion, but the fruit’s in your ears
Indecision is a prison warden for the brain
Privilege cooped up in business disdain
But everyone has got to pay the bills
Being paralyzed by capitalism is so passe
Subtract before you add
I been in the red and I can live with that
Been divided by the system so we multiply to seek redemption
Alcohol and poor man tourism ain’t the way to beat the system
Rebellion fits like a thrift store purchase
Now I buy my coats from a factory in Burlington
Potential is an untapped kombucha keg
Avocado toast with poached eggs
Potential is an untapped kombucha keg
Avocado toast with poached eggs
Potential is an untapped kombucha keg
Avocado toast with poached eggs
A phone call is just a phone call away
A phone call is just a phone call away
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5. |
Roland
01:40
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Roland was a cajun clown
Made Zula and Oscar proud
When he took the hand of Rose Marie
Oh what a Queen, alright!
Ro and Rosie made a life
Had five kids and plenty strife
Roland charmed a million friends
But boy was he canaille, oh yie!
Roland’s health caught up with him
Rosie carried the burden
Now Roland is with their youngest son
Wherever that may be
Rose Marie can finally chill
Lord knows that she’s our angel
But the absence of Lil Ro and Poppa
Makes the days so dry
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6. |
Bull Testicles
02:58
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You cooked me young bull testicles
For breakfast on a school day
You told me that if we got caught
We wouldn’t be arrested
“Not us kid!”
We hunted on a private land
Well that’s not survival man
I took my first shit in the woods
Behind the richest neighborhood
Where we hunt squirrels illegally
But the squirrel I shot spoke to me
He said, “Man, let me be
All I want is some peace and a nut or two.”
But we took off his shirt and pants
And we cooked him in frying pan
And the brain is a delicacy
Yeah just like his testicles
Now I got your beaver hat
That I swiped from your funeral
And I keep it on its own damn shelf
Like a tomb in a glass case
I wear it onto stage sometimes
When I wanna feel connected
To the prickly past that we circumnavigate
Dig thru tradition
Well most of it is horrifying, man
But there’s gold in the lessons
And we mine for seeds that connect energies
For protection of the whole damn lot of us
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7. |
Interlude
01:21
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8. |
Business with Friends
02:39
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Business or pleasure?
God damn the spectrum
Who’s meeting ends when
Its business with friends?
Smile like you like me
Not like you pay me
Pay me like you fuck me
And fuck me like you love me
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9. |
Applecore
02:48
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(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
Well credit scores and Baltimore
What is it for? I know
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
James Dean and Appleseed
Buried the deed alive
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
The weighted hand, the promise land
White washed again and again
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
Ur county lines epitomize
What u can’t deny anymore
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
U separate to dominate
Appropriate your deceit
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
But we can see a prophecy
A fable of fate and relief
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
But peace of mind comes easily
When you choose to gaze away
(I guess I’ll take this lyin’ down)
And privilege is counterfeit
And cries all the way to the bank
I guess I’ll take this lion down
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10. |
Chrysalized
04:38
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I buried my heart for you last night
I thought it would hurt but it felt alright
It didn’t die
Well it chrysalized into an orchid
Then a slug
Crawling on the rug
A shape hung green with envy
Then a butterfly with wilted wings
Fluttered in the hay and I couldn’t
Do just anything to make
Those wings explain this thing
Explain this mystery
The passing of paths is sometimes just that
And moves can mock the motion of momentum
And masks can mummify our codependent tendencies
Sometimes the dress just doesn’t fit
You go with home with no clothes on
Its ok to be apart
Its ok to be apart
Of the scene
Its ok to be a part
Of the same dream
As long as we continue
Sleeping separately
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11. |
Matthieu
01:47
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Oh Matthieu
Oh Matthieu
U grew up a party dude
U went out a party dude
Sayonara man
We’ll do the best we can
Cowabunga man
We’ll do the best we can
Without You
Oh Matthieu
Oh Matthieu
Oh Matthieu
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12. |
Poached Reprise
01:19
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