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Mochi
04:42
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I don’t have a clue where to go next:
A festival hunting eels in fish tanks
I shadowed you in your profession
I swear by now I’ve got about nine lives stopped and started
I saw your cyclist stance, pedal medal villainous eyebrows
I’d rather walk a block following lines of chalk on the ground
Hold on to the land; slip inside of the country fault
Journal confessional, granite on the sea salt asphalt
Kinda lost the fist
Finger popped the plastic
Go to court on a mattress, chat alone online
When the motor mutes
Or when the sea cements
Buckle down balloons in a darkened room
It took time to find
In conversation
I’m less like a meal
More like a condiment
Bloated denizens
Sleeping on the monuments
I’m saving wraps, double back
Taking snapshots of trash
Some things are frank
simple and sweet
I don’t need you
you don’t need me
Some things are frank
simple and sweet
I don’t need you;
you don’t need me
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2. |
No Hero
03:14
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You lean to me
Tell me that you trust in what you see
And you can't hide
The way you feel
Partners til' the end and that's why it's real
So you walk away slow and you tell the case
And you set me up straight with the time and place
And as our handshake shatters with a cigarette toss
You smile unaware of my double cross
Oh, oh...
Your poison it could taste so good
If I was fighting on the side I should be
But tonight I'm gonna' let the bad in
Tonight I'm gonna' play the villain
Pull the break
Television crimes oversell the stakes
I commence in fabrication of the motive and mean
We're gonna' take em' down, just you and me
I find your body swayed at the front of the door
Yeah, you're waiting for the end, coat of arm to floor
All the metal mouths breathing for a sign of life
All the lights are shot dead as you pull the knife, oh
Tears in your eyes, you question my crime
You're knowing that it's been mine the whole time
The dark can play your friend, well, you know it's mine
Living in a world of my own design
Oh, oh...
Your poison it could taste so good
If I was fighting on the side I should be
But tonight I'm gonna' let the bad in
Tonight I'm gonna' play the villain
When the heroes all die at the end of the film
When the good guys never find the strength of will
When the one that you're loving holds the greatest vice
When you find out that you were just a plot device
When the heroes all die at the end of the film
When the good guys never find the strength of will
When the one that you're loving holds the greatest vice
When you find out that you were just a plot device
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3. |
Youth
03:28
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Found a way to put it all in a vault
The keeper told me I could live and never get old
I see you laying in the bed, your arm in a vine
I know you’ll wither like the winter; the spring could be mine!
And now swerving down the coaster, years going down
All the highs are only hind sights, graves in the ground
And I cruise along the ocean, gasp in the breeze
Every dream I’m drowning, his eyes all I see
Threw the medication overboard
Jumped into the sea and swam to the shore
I saw you on the edge you extended your hand
And led me to the land and said
“What are you waiting for, time is an open door
You could be almost gone, you could be so much more”
I could be dead, a skeleton in the shed (Ah, ah)
My daughters checking the will but only finding the bill (Ah, ah)
Shadows casting down on an open sky
You aren't far behind!
I cup my hands chalice but the water dries
Ahhhhhhhh….
Ahhhhhhhh….
Trains in the midnight, buses board in the day
I hear the children role call, I hear them laugh as they play
And all the sirens around, come to think it’s the same
I’ve come to think it’s my head, I think I might know the way…
Temples of stone, caverns of youth
I found the fountain in the city was already used
And now shuttles to the last one, I could be the first one (Ah, ah)
Shut all of the latches, green lights on the dashboard (Ah, ah)
Galaxies ahead and I’ll never die
People told me different, I know it’s a lie
Open my eyes, finally I see
Ahhhhhhhh….
Ahhhhhhhh….
You could be the mecha
I could be the bleeder
We could live forever
Follower and leader
You could be the mecha
I could be the bleeder
We could live forever
Follower and leader!
You could be the mecha (Ah)
I could be the bleeder (Ah)
We could live forever (Ah)
Follower and leader (Ah)
You could be the mecha (Ah)
I could be the bleeder (Ah)
We could live forever (Ah)
Follower and leader!
Live and learn
Learn to die
Mortal skin
Mortal time
What I saw
Bit off my head
I’ll never had a clue what I missed out in
Sentiment
Something warm
I feel the rush
When I was born
Life is all
Ace and spade
Mine to give
Yours to take
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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4. |
Perfect Wild
06:15
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All at once, we are wild children
Knowing languages we all are fluent in
And it’s for the best that we suppress what we do best
I don’t want to be any less than perfect.
As rationales get turned away, the time we’ve wasted decays
Into a perfect wild
Where all we scream are obscenities, atrocities are all we mean
I mean we have never been so perfect
Every war child lives today
The bliss was always meant to stay
But maybe arcs will sink, not surface
So bury all the wild and know that
All we need is room to grow
I don’t want us to be imperfect
When the wheels fall, we all go wild!
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
***
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
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