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Atavism
02:50
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You came from the coast
Passed out on the lawn
In the sky, three small birds
Defending against a hawk
Don’t that look familiar
I don’t mean to judge
Which is something that your dad would say
Bursts from a violent cloud
King crow and his murder
What else is inside me?
You’ve not come this far on your own
Thin as wires impervious to sun
You work with your head I’ll work with a hammer
Pounding track til it’s done
There’s a great record playing it’s not in your earbuds
Every burn is a badge come on when you carry the fire
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2. |
Body Sofa
02:26
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When the sidewalk was still wet
Before initials dried into a document
Back when we both stood on cement
Before the magic got lax
Before the self-help section toppled the stacks
You can’t you can’t you can’t go back
But maybe you can
Everyone’s an artist everyone’s an author
Every little winged thing thinks it’s a mothra
I want to take leave in your body
I just want to hide in your hair
And I’m not coming out
Until I hear a trained psychologist shout
Sir, it’s not safe in there
I am not alive unless I can synthesize
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3. |
Braid
02:54
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If I see double
It’s cause there’s two of me
I attract all this trouble
And braid it into chains
Look for me by the treeline
Look for me in the tall grass
Tune it to a sunny station
I’m not singing there
The rain sounds like it’s talking
My head feels so full
I don’t want to send you walking
But I can’t keep still
When the spirit’s all gone
You fill up on my blood
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4. |
Turns to Crime
02:38
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You’ve got to make a living
But forgiving doesn’t pay so well
Clip cock and then you’re aiming
The beast remains undeterred
We have all been young
With thumb and finger gun
Held up the best of the class
But sometime in the night
Your sister comes in crying
Her brother’s gone and turned to crime
Just say you’ll be my Bonnie
Just say you’ll be my one phone call
Every monster wears a black tie
Says that he’s a good guy
We have all been young
With thumb and finger gun
Held up the bank and trust
But sometime in the night
Your sister comes in crying
Her brother’s gone and turned to crime
You, you
You thought you knew me
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5. |
I Appear Electric
02:05
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Are you twins or just too bright?
Does your mother know about me?
How I appear electric, how I appear electric
How I
Like little boys with cigars
We feel bigger than we are
And our eyes appear electric
Our eyes appear electric
Our eyes
Stones and sticks
What they can’t fix
At Ti Pi Hospital
Baptized in peroxide child
Tell me, do you feel full?
The lady of the lake won’t save your life
Climb my keep out signs
To the overgrown insides
Christ just cut the fences
This house was once electric
They cut the lines
Sweet sweet Jo where are you tonight?
13 drops in the chemical eye
A private show, a public address
Kids don’t forget to surge protect
If you’re going out back with the principle sun
You better be careful
Better be in love
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6. |
Fancy Boys
03:19
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Coincidence you said
We were both dressed up
And when we’re out like this
I think of us as fancy boys
You got to get back got to get back soon
You got to get back
My good side needs a revive
You better believe you best of me
You better believe you best of
My good side is gonna need a ride
I feel your hand on my knee
From afar
Without auto-correct
How’d we get this far
You got to get back got to get back soon
You got to get back
My good side needs a revive
You better believe you best of me
You better believe you best of
My good side is gonna need a ride
Though your heart is full
Let me pour for you
Let me pour for you
We’ll flood these rooms
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7. |
End of Memory
02:41
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Pour the dregs of your failed experiment
In the lake where you drown your children
A child’s hand is the hand of heaven
How else to know you’re not forgiven
Don’t fall asleep
I’m talking
Enter the hive
Cast your friend’s aside
This is the end of memory
Endless summer no seed can splinter
Without the herald ax of winter
Call it death by misadventure
Blood in the pot, left to simmer
Don’t fall asleep
I’m talking
Take out your eyes
Eat your friends alive
This is the end of memory
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8. |
Doom at the Door
02:44
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Birds won’t leave til the body is gone
Birds won’t leave til the body is gone
Body won’t go til you tell us what you know
Body won’t go til you tell us
Asylum’s flushed into the streets
Here’s a madman dressed up as police
A killer crept into this song
It’s come to light but the shades are drawn
Sign my name with a bowie knife
Blood rise like an invitation
Back there I had a lucky streak
But I lost it with my medication
Is that a knock or just doom at the door
Is that a knock or just doom
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9. |
Dropkissed
04:13
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Let’s just run away but what about the kids
Well I don’t want to die in a non-smoking room
If I hate you for an hour will you love me for life
With this mortar and pestle can you get my tongue untied
I want to be here but it’s so hard to prove
Reach up from my heart with your hand make my mouth move
I don’t bring her flowers only dead birds
If our love was in the road would she hit it, or would she—
She’s in charge she’s a bear in your back yard
There’s not enough cc’s in your pop gun
Which part of me’s a sucker
Which part just eats leaves
Which part of her’s a victim
Which part just wants to leave
A single drop of blood in the milk
Don’t that look good
Are you vegan
Or are you vampire
Drain my pool fill it with rye
Tiptoe out
This is how we high dive
When signs say otherwise
Take my name or take it in vain
Bind my wrists
Lay me with a dropkiss
Which one can handle this
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10. |
American Fakebook
02:46
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Practice your howl and press record
Keep weaving new chutes from last jump’s ripcords
I never said what I said
I never thought what you thought I meant
Can’t I unenlist?
Buying shotgun shells pay with a crucifix
Each escape a fresh dead end
More stocked roadblocks of stacked ex-girlfriends
Sleep: an illusion. So is love
Just kiss me goodnight before you tape your eyes shut
Innocent
We are not
Everyone gives a drop
How the flood’s composed
What to do
Who even knows
Turn it off and shop for clothes
How a will erodes
We are not our government
Can you forgive the gift that it sends
Of sharp parts and baby bones
Starry nighs and twinkle tagged toes
Is it for this we give thanks?
In those yellow flags, baby, we are the snake
Know the changes, don't even look
Who hasn’t sight-read American Fakebook
Innocent
We are not
Everyone gives a drop
How the flood’s composed
Game on
Who will win?
Maybe we’re the pins
Concussed and crammed on busses
One more no name head held under
One more dove flown free of justice
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11. |
Race the Museum
03:32
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In the long cage of your memory
Where you keep her that’s where you keep her
She’s not worth it it’s all inverted
She’s your keeper, she’s your keeper
Going up in the woods tonight if you’re
Going up in the woods you better
Make yourself thin
Going up in the woods tonight if you’re
Going up in the woods you better
Put out your light
No such thing as a pretty penny
That’s not the tender you keep forgetting
Grease the hand of honest labor
Shine the shoes of your bad behavior
I bet you bet you think you think you
Know what you’re doing
You don’t
We grew up in the woods
We grew up in the woods
And we kept our knives sharp
We grew up in the woods
We grew up in the woods
We’re the danger we are the danger
Melt the church bell to forge a cannon
Hit the big drum call it gamelan
Bring my castle here on a big truck
She gets undressed calls it dressed up
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12. |
Going Pro
03:21
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At 25 I was supposed to be
Sucking on microphones
And throwing TVs
Through Marriot windows
When I was 25 it was a very good year
For putting things off
Like take a 12 home
Or take the graduate record
Hey Greg did you drop dead
Or did you just drop anchor
Bring me my sandals
Bring me my paper
Old man that I am
Pastel behavior
This land is fertile
But far removed
Way out at the circumference of a record
At the end of the groove
Hey Greg did you drop dead
Or did you just drop the ball
But I can’t leave these minor leagues
I love St Lucie
I love Great Falls
My love’s a lotto winner
In common clothes
She’s not interested
She’s not asking
When will I go pro
When will I go pro
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Kite Person Glens Falls, New York
Kite Person is an amalgam of mechanical wings and human flesh—a combination of down tempo electronica, retro-futuristic synths, shimmery guitars and distinctive vocals. A collaboration between songwriter Greg Tebbano (The Black Ships) and beatmaker/producer Michael Okon (Rawstrumentals), their new album draws from influences as varied as Burial and the Pet Shop Boys. ... more
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