1. |
salaryman
02:44
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i was born in east japan
raised to be a salaryman
mild middle management
middle child damaged and
he looks like his father
i was born in passage cars
in smoking booths
and hostess bars
clouds that cling beneath the stars
middle rung, forever drunk
all the way up the latter
you can't get out through the doorway
i am part unfiltered cigarette
pocket piece and sleeping medicine
i am part of something bigger than me
late at night i sit alone on a higher beam
that overlooks the loading docks
that overlook the sea
but late at night is just morning in a factory
i wrap my tie around the rafters
you can't get out through the doorway
but you can get out on the seventeenth floor
looks like rain the way they're falling
clouds that cling beneath the stars
i was born to be a salaryman
i was born to be a salaryman
who looks like his father
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2. |
white envelopes
04:04
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three hours later
sailing the crest
alarm clocks a siren
in the mythical sense
bright as the sun
that put you to bed
then lured from your voyage
and dragged to your death
it's a mess
you will say
i can't sleep just yet
i gotta stay afloat
let me go
with my cellophane and white envelopes
several trips to the bathroom
to clear out the brush
sleepless evaki
emerging from dusk
bright as a newborn
transparent as a screen
the kind of the people
who lick their plates clean
you know who i mean
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3. |
hachety adkins
03:27
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hatchety adkins walked into a cafe
and tried to kill somebody
i was sleeping, maybe watching tv
and patting myself on the back
hatchety adkins was a nazi
and not just because i disagree with him
he shaved his head and flew a swazi
and tried to kill somebody
but unlike him
we will talk all the talk
because talking's all we're good at
and dream about dying on the couch
we will talk all the talk
until we've talked ourselves blue
we will write on our guitars
with the slogans of our heros
but woody guthrie's just a racist
like his father
we will sing all the songs
until we're too drunk to stand up
but we still won't do the work we have to do
hatchety adkins hasn't been sentenced
but stranger things part two is up on netflix now
if you think i'm soapboxing or self righteous
i'm pointing at myself
i'm a self depricating white boy with an acoustic guitar
and it doesn't get more smug than that
i ironically used the melody from don't stop believing
in this song about a would-be murderer
we will talk all the talk
because talking's all we're good at
and dream about dying on the couch
we will talk all the talk
until we've talked ourselves blue
we will paint our guitars
with the slogans of our heros
but woody guthrie's just a racist
and this machine kills everybody
bring on the singularity
bring on the mass extinction
but we still won't do the work we have to do
hatchety adkins walked into a cafe
and tried to kill somebody
i was sleeping, maybe watchin tv
and jacking myself off
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4. |
blood blood blood
01:24
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four corners in a cage
for a cot and cafe
and bucket for the blood
and a bucket for the blood
here's the key to the lock
it's a loaded gun
some static for your screen
so let me tell you bout how
i've been workin on workin on
working up the nerves to leave my cell
you don't have to be crazy to work here
but it helps
line up the children
neatly by the ditch
dance on by
and just kick kick kick
each little body
gets their own tv channel
on heaven's flat screen
on heaven's netflix
christ in armani
with a throbbing erection
more blood for the bucket(
more blood blood blood
i've been workin on workin on
working up the nerves to leave my cell
you don't have to fuck people over to survive
but it helps
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5. |
some new distractions
03:18
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this is an old song redone
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