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TULPA
02:25
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Daylight, late night, fight
For domination in myself
Self-isolation, self-medication,
A sweet melody is an open-heart surgery
Leaves off an oak, in the old snow globe
Shake it up! Shake it up!
Watch 'em all fall off!
Self-isolation, self-medication,
A sweet melody is just an open-heart surgery.
This puppet's strings are tangled
Blurring lines at cutting angle
No more than I can handle
Cuz it takes two hands to strangle me.
Don't take much to anger me!
Daylight to late night, fight
For domination in my-
Self-isolation, self-medication,
A struggle for supremacy
Between classic and forgery.
(Yeah!)
Leaves off an oak, in the old snow globe
Shake it up! Shake it up!
Watch 'em all fall off!
Turn it up -side down from the inside out
My ups and downs and outs from the inside
Daylight, late night, fight
For domination in my-
Self-isolation, self-medication,
A sweet melody is an open-heart surgery
(A struggle for supremacy
Between classic and forgery)
Leaves off an oak, in the old snow globe
Shake it up! Shake it up!
Watch 'em all fall off!
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2. |
Secondhand Liars
01:53
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When I was just seven years old,
I thought I was in on the joke.
Where were my eyes?
I didn't realize.
I didn't realize.
Summer was embroidered on the inside of my blindfold, so the winter wouldn't blow me away.
A cold and drafty basement
Filled with treasures of the ages
Why do I now wish they'd throw me away?
My ears were shot, I missed the call
That summer never came at all.
Where were my eyes?
I didn't realize.
I didn't realize.
My mind arose before the fall, Jackson Pollock on the wall.
Where were my eyes?
I didn't realize.
I didn't realize I was the punchline.
Summer was embroidered on the inside of my blindfold, so the winter wouldn't blow me away.
Summer was embroidered on the inside of my blindfold, so the winter wouldn't blow me away.
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3. |
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A man's made his bed
And he sleeps in it with somebody else
Now you're in over your head
"Would it kill to leave for somebody else?"
Overzealous?
That's just fine.
Think I'm jealous?
I ain't lyin'
Malice, now you've crossed the line
Sip your gold chalice, everything is fine
...
I'm in the woods at half-past nine
CHORUS:
I drew your heart on a tree trunk.
No more sugar tonight.
The next evening he comes,
Says you're a looker tonight.
Sky's blue, you're gonna be drunk
No more cooler tonight.
...
Salem on the rerun,
Gonna book her tonight.
Dinner with an angel
Demons served under the table
Able to assess what possesses me to second-guess decisions
For nutrition.
Sweet nothings get you in a hell of something.
All or nothing.
Sour notes to float your boat, drama for your diorama, 'cause
My intuition, it's your superstition, 'cause
You've poisoned all the apples
For a vapid happy ending, 'cause
You've run out of applause.
Never made the entourage.
Out of your ambition, now you want me back to where I was.
"Sil vous plait, manage a trois?"
Yeah, my intuition,
Your superstition,
Should've known you were a lost cause
Thank God for the exit clause.
(CHORUS)
You swear that he's changed
But you never explain.
You expect me to believe
A man can change in a week,
But all it took was a weekend
To let him sow his seeds, and
I swallowed my pride
On the sidelines
Sat down and cried
Left wondering why
. . .
Don't you fucking lie to me!
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4. |
Over My Dead Body
04:17
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She was a rush to the finish line
He wasn't finished falling far behind
Both on house arrest
Long before the pandemic
Just barely
Halfway up the hierarchy.
You know she's holding out,
A buried undergrad
He's holding onto memories
That he's never had
Getting lost in her eyes
While relatives rob him blind
Just very (Very)
Very, very stationary
Feeling great
A great mistake
At least we make enough to overcompensate.
Going great,
No escape
From the lie-ee-i-e-i-e-i-e-ii-
CHORUS:
Saving face down on the street
Saving grace not guaranteed
Saving us won't get the dirt off me.
(Dirt off me)
God only knows the meaning to
The joke He wrote that evening. "You
Will get by
Over my
Dead body"
Slow and steady wins the race
Neither could run at the other's pace.
Just barely
Establishing intimacy...
Wisdom tooth aches
Wishful thinking
Tip of the iceberg
Ship is sinking.
Just for once he'd
Like to believe he has a
Fighting chance like any man.
At least she makes enough
To pay the ferryman.
Feeling great
We've made mistakes,
But we could grow together
If it's not too late.
We can be so much more
Than just two prisoners of war
And just maybe
Halfway up the hierarchy.
(CHORUS)
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Why lie?
I'm just the kind of guy
Whose mind wanders through hell's half acre, embossed
Giving a peace of mind up for lost.
Masterpiece, Disaster,
Piece of my mind (Given up for lost)
Procrastinate, fade faster,
Be left behind.
With brushes and paints
I'm leaving a trace
Of everything you love
Everything you love to hate.
CHORUS:
Don't. Don't hold me back.
Your stifling, your squandering
Has never stopped me from wandering
Don't. Don't hold me back
Not until I cut to black.
Why lie?
I'm just the kind of guy
Who sees the world from different angles.
Tried so hard to live by your example,
But all I see
Is a parody
Of everything you wanted
Everything you wanted to be.
Haunted by wanting more,
Futile to find (life without a cost).
Carefully make believe,
Make a beeline.
(CHORUS)
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6. |
isolated xmas
03:11
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GrimJimmy Gastonia, North Carolina
I'm a surreal artist and aspiring musician who loves to experiment with different areas of rock and pop.
I put out some solo stuff now and then, but am currently working on a band called "Red Violets".
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