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Who Is Mama Llama
03:53
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who’s to say you’re not an animal
meet the llama, your new mama
listen to mom as she talks
she manages all livestock
mama llama
that llama is your mama
all you babies as you manage life
through the plastic human and cria alike
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No Comply
03:06
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mother’s livid, stepdad’s cross
torn up linen, scratch in the boss
under pressure of different kinds
hit the pavement, no comply
somewhere in between sidewalks
indecision makes you rot
put gnar to shame and the punks
bombing through in murdered cars
ollie until sunrise
alan gelfand until you die
when this life becomes a noose
choking out those on the move
leave that suburb standing still
in the distance, as it will
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Everything Is Normal
04:01
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the senses are relaying
the senses are in the way
under my hair and beret
the polyester peels away
slowly to thread
slowly in my head
the bricks and tar
that surround
and everything else
breaking down
slowly in dread
slowly in my head
under my hair and kangol
everything is normal
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4. |
Chemicals, Baby!
01:54
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for some silly reason
i stare into the sun
all the goddamn time
no time for mystic slang
just chemicals
never changing
to some extent
i can understand degradation
i feel it in my blood
as it works the glands for
chemicals
just as planned
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5. |
Breaking Design
02:55
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tarot cards are telling me i can’t play with fate
and i am a loser, but i will show the temperance just who is lame
in this life i’ve seen the chemicals in my friends change
but there wasn’t much i could do to help lament it until this moment
in the car i will drive, i will take control
take back control just this time
break design before design breaks me
using my three speed i banish all i find a threat
with a loud explosion, a subtle interruption, they intersect
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Rainy Day or Whatever
02:31
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Unsinkable Lizard
04:10
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davey, i think we’re lost, i see no signs
no sweat, we’re in my car, ain’t no better ride
the body made of chrome you see, we’re fine
wondrous technology
fool proof he thinks
radio waves in the air
david gives a wink
oh my, people say he’s unpredictable
no one has ever seen such buoyancy
out of a reptile he’s unsinkable
then he lowers his shades and the world shifts
the ford once on eighth ave, now in a drift
denounce technology
fool proof he thinks
radio waves turn to water
dave gives a wink
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Brutalism
03:34
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in the distance they’re building up
with limited safety measures
maude explodes again
with humanlike emotions
it won’t cause any harm or contempt
as long as you stay away from there
i’ve heard creatures live beneath
all this brutalist architecture
bill explodes again
with humanlike emotion
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Crickets
01:24
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10. |
Suzy H
04:02
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rob is so sick of crying
liv’s got all the jokes
suzy b won’t ever stop
with all the compliments
suzy h can’t take another
cherry coke
lonnie sings an awful song
until he starts to choke
maybe i won’t ever understand the bus’s schedule, man
or how the people on the earth become the garbage in the dirt
sand and mud in ruby’s eyes
from harold’s stupid dance
he would move and twist till dawn
if not for all the cramps
maybe i won’t ever understand the bus’s schedule, man
or how the people on the earth become the garbage in the dirt
when all night long i lay awake staring at the peeling paint
worrying about how i should be reattaching the flakes
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11. |
Elvis Drank a Coke
05:01
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what will happen to me
when i take my last sigh
because i know god will be
eating ass somewhere in anaheim
late at night past 4am
while i’m staring at the grime
elvis drank coke
until he had enough, so he wrecked the vette
drove through the brick, mortar and cement
elvis drank coke
until he had enough carbonation
birds in the sky watch him float by
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Mama Llama Spokane, Washington
frantic bossa nova
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