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Mitzvah
03:51
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Standing at the back of a mitzvah
Breathing in the liquor and faith
Learning from the paid food-hands how to foster
Laminate counter space
Nominate the discipline donor
For leaving all that he owes
Face into a concentrated recital
Of pacifist scrutiny throes
Tracheotomy
Spinal lapse
Dizziness upon standing
Menstrual naps
Splendor affidavit
Window sinner, starving pause that I need to return
Praised beyond a healthy prescription
His collar confiscated a toast
To all the silent offers of exhaled elation
Loud enough to be a ghost
I wish that I had something to read
Stripping in the back of the yard I swear I
Heard that the magician needs space
Planned economy
Needing a bath
Busyness underhanding
Time to relax
Yawn to mask a favor
Stretcher fee, apostrophe S and outro
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2. |
Obnoxious Chain Rapper
03:41
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Wisdom anonymous
Sympathy Spartacus
Idol with a mean handshake
Atrophy enticed by swollen tongues
Buck wild, immediate
Style, a medium
Best led to
A lake of denial
Gypsum grin and always lean
Matching with the all-star team
Locomotive
Candied sheen
Got no motive
Don't wanna
I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna sing
The truth, I'm honored
By blue plate fathers
To sisters that would never steal
Dusted plains pitch rain into the dark
Shampooed the steak,
The rice, the cake
The crises aligned,
I ate the bait
A trophy awake
By generous rates
Of agreement
Locomotive
Candied sheen
Got no motive
Don't wanna
I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna sing
I don't wanna sing
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3. |
Saint Of Common Laundry
03:18
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Climb those dawn-kissed mountain dunes
Peter down the meters of Earth's drool
XLR and the stars, I feel like I'm
About the sky, in the sky
Saint
Saint
Stall the falling, captured moon
Keep it low though, pastures glow when
Placed in clear view
My PR guy is far from the heart
And the sky, in the sky
Saint
Saint
Of common laundry
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4. |
Sleeve 1/4
05:49
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I'm sure you'll have to fit to find
The Hebrew in the middle
Cuz I'm not the kind to crucify
The pit, the fool, the fiddle
But the caustic canopy of your
Insinuated grasp
Seems to burn the very petulance
We yoke unto the past
I thought that I knew
I thought that I knew
Wincing at the recipe
For profiteering clutter
I was told to cry is as to try
To pacify your brother
But I've seen the lips of knuckled fists,
And time that seems to litter
As if bogged and cheering on the clause
That tries to make me bitter
I thought that I knew
I thought that I knew
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
And I thought that I could hear you
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Terrific Lava California
Terrific Lava hasn't looked back. Ten years after anglicizing themselves and committing to diminished returns, the collective still mines enough social currency to clap back with tunes designed to drip and dangle in the faces of content cravers. Led by preeminent bandleader and drum-skinner Rooster Breath, this shapeshifting flock of aural shepherds embodies the edge on which their songs are cut. ... more
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