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Do Si Do
03:42
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The mise en scene
Is mise en place
A tangerine
Iconoclast
The floor decor
A flour de lis
It’s Florida-core
As Florida Lee
I tell myself it’s just a vice and not a sin
I twist myself in knots and claim it’s just for grins
I say I’m in control but I can’t turn it down
Don’t wanna do si do already spinning round
Can’t catch my breath will all the smoke that’s in my lungs
No starting over without something on my tongue
A dead arachnid I’m just curled on my bed
“I’d say I told you so” on loop inside my head
Inside my head
Downbeats abound
Got all this shit
Bouncing around
And bits of gold
Melting away
A molar crown
Built on my brain
I want to
Be whole again
I want to
Be home again
Avert my eyes
I lost my face
Back to my room
I know my place
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Saltwater Moccasin II
03:00
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Why? (I’ll tell you why)
Cuz I really wanna know
I wanna taste your kind
Who colonized my shoal
I’m creepy crawling in the night
I’m crispy crunching on your bones
No putting up no fight
I’m gonna eat you whole
Saltwater Moccasin 10 foot tall
Saltwater Moccasin got no soul at all
Born in the river, dead of night
Nasty and he’s mean and he’s looking for a fight
10 rows of teeth, gators eye gleam
He’s searching for you but he hasn’t got to me
Saltwater moccasin scales and all
Saltwater Moccasin how do you do y’all
Fueled by blood and natty light
Thank you lord, that he ain’t got to me to-
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3. |
The Real Thing
03:56
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Call me every night
Homophone all day
Cut the lows and highs
Sounds the same both ways
I can’t see your eyes
But I hear your tongue and cheek
Telephone lo fi
Homonyms all week
A saturated sigh
Sweet nothings start to peak
A metaphor is like
A simile so sweet
But I can’t keep compressing all these feelings and confessions in this earpiece girl
I need the real thing
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4. |
Lepidoptera
02:28
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5. |
In My Own Way
02:09
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I’m walking through a threadbare life
In my own way
Broadsided in the the dog house treason
Kick me to the curb
No passion if there ain’t no strife
Push them away
Still denying
All my demons
Saturnine and
Pseudostitios
Man an island
Undefeated
In my own way
In my own way
In my own way
In my own way
On my own
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Modular Synth
04:15
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Some guys buy fast cars
Some dudes get houseboats
Thoroughbreds
Vintages
Mansions and fur coats
None of that stuff sits well with me
No wife no kids no family
At 45 was in a rut but
Eurorack
set me free
I got a modular synth
I got a modular synth
I got a modular synth
I got a modular synth
Some guys get gold bars
Great walls and deep moats
Letterhead
Overfed
Blank checks and bank notes
Nobody needs such finery
My pockets full but soul in need
At 45 was in a rut but
Eurorack
Set me free
I got a modular synth
I made a modular synth
I built a modular synth
I love my modular synth and it sounds like this
Rows and rows of blinking lights
The sharps and flats are black and white
Racks and boxes fill my room
Oh what a sound, I am in bloom
wrapped in cables head to toe
I play my bloops and beeps and drones
In my zone I feel alright
Jamming on my synth all night yeah yeah
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7. |
P.U.P.A.
03:08
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8. |
Do The Cocoon
03:42
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You wanna change your life?
You wanna cure your illness?
It’s gonna take some time
A little luck and patience
Just wrap yourself up tight
Up in your silken blanket
Now Keep it out of sight
Away from birds and predators
Chrysalis
Don’t move a muscle
You can change
This life’s a loop of eating leaf and climbing vine
But you can spread your wings and take things to the sky
Locked in your larval cage
In five to twenty one days why,
You’ll metamorphosize
Do the cocoon
You're nearly in your prime
Just need a little bed rest
You’re gonna be just fine
Ascend the pupal Everest
Go to sleep
Don’t move a muscle
You can change
Yeah
There's more to life than eating leaf and climbing vine
Your caterpillar phase
It’s keeping you the same
Now all your friends are moths and butterflies
Locked your larval cage
In five to twenty one days why,
You’ll metamorphosize
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Kismet
04:35
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I think It’s kismet
It’s serendipity
It’s coincidence
Clear evidence of foreshadowing
Been prophesized, but kept a secret
Written in the stars
An ancient myth or legend
Dead language grey beard yarn
Natural conclusion
It’s Synchronicity
Uncanny correlation
Omniscients are a pulling strings
The proof is in the pudding
the way forwards in the cards
A parallel connection
Remade, presage, recarved
It’s fate or luck that brought us here’s
It's as seen on TV
I don't know if it’s true girl
But I want to believe
Astrology is hogwash but it fits me to a t
Well God knows I don’t care for god I guess he cares for me
Well god knows I don’t care for god I guess he thinks of me
And I’ll treasure all our time
To the weekend or the grave
If the lightning keeps on striking
We can catch a spark and feed the flame
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