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Lasko
02:02
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On the last day of his life, Robin Williams at his side,
he strung up his guitar and sang without a sigh,
"I'm a fucking cheeseball. Now cook me up a speedball."
and something, something, something brings me back there.
They lost you in a jackknife on the New Jersey Turnpike,
an easy pass at the future in the garden.
They found you in a snow bank. The story sold like hotcakes,
and something, something, something brings me back there,
'cause I never wanna see a future without you.
You can scream at me for my mistakes until your face is blue.
You can tie me up, or spit me out, or set me loose,
but I never wanna see a future without you.
There will come a day, before my consciousness decays,
when I pick up this guitar for one final play.
I hope it's something poignant, if only for a moment,
and something, something, something brings me back here.
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Infinity
02:36
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Do you see me on the uptown local 1 train,
clutching an inhaler in my teeth,
red hair flying down my shoulders,
and $20 slippers on my feet?
I'm actually an heiress to a billion dollar fortune
living in a convent in the heights.
By suicide or heaven's light I'll get there,
to the promised land at the end of this night.
If you didn't catch the name of the book
that I held clutched against my chest
as you were hauling cat food back to your place,
the secret will follow me back home,
but will you?
If you swear to me you're not a raging asshole
I'll show you everything there is to see
on the other side of a narrow, darkened doorway.
The time will melt away into infinity.
This time we'll melt away into infinity.
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The "Quandry"
02:27
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Persecuted Salman Rushdie wrote a big book,
and some people took umbrage with his outlook,
while back in Indiana the folk punk man
lay his hands upon a fan while preaching peace,
but am I any exception? How 'bout you?
Would life push us down Clavin's route
or snuff us out for something new?
A fatwah on his head, a marriage torn apart,
Mr. Salman Rushdie had to hide inside his art,
while another punk rock kid in a mediocre band
cloys out for acceptance as they puke out in the van.
Will anyone get better? Is any message true?
Would life pick us apart again
and turn our innards black and blue?
Meanwhile, Voyager is leaving the solar system.
The Earth's a little pixel back on the black expanse,
and everyone down here will sometime soon
cease to exist entirely and never be exhumed.
The Universe will churn, unaffected by our pain.
Still, we sit and flicker
and fight our way through the game.
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Flip Cup World Tour
03:16
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Searching for salvation
in a thinkpiece or a mixtape
anything to escape
the buzzing in your own mind.
Platitudes and card games
deliver you in harsh waves,
with chills across your spine
when you're alone at night.
26, 27, 28 years to go
26, 27, 28 years to know how to behave better than this
26, 27, 28 years to go
Yes, I know your friend is dying
but I'd be fucking lying
if I said it made me look on them
with any more empathy.
Last night I had a beer
and sat down with my fears;
it didn't turn out too well
but you can't blame me for trying.
26, 27, 28 years to go
26, 27, 28 years to know how to behave better than this
26, 27, 28 years to go
Kick "him" to the curb, yeah, that's how you're gonna learn
Kick "him" to the curb, yeah, that's how you're gonna learn
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Screening
03:38
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In a tube I await the invisible spectrum of light,
without you as you make your way back west on a flight
you booked at the last moment before it was too late,
chasing down the feeling you left behind in 2008.
I'm hiding meaning in the nonsense, once again, just for fun.
I hope you've had a long thirteen years to think about what you've done.
You never wanna be that person again.
I hope for all our sakes you can.
I am seated on a new bed,
playing new games in my new head.
I'd rather die than ever be who I was in 2017.
You are waiting for salvation, I am waiting for a pizza.
I have taken less for myself than you have given to anyone else.
I have taken less for myself than you have given to anyone else.
I have taken less for myself than has occurred to you to sell.
I have taken less for myself than the sum total of all your hells.
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I've got a new taste
for airline coffee
kept me up and in this world
past hour seventeen
This is my flight across America
Call me
a chump with no brain
but my heart still melts
for the sound of your name
This is my lament for common decency,
a little attempt to quell our antipathy
My best friend's little brother
just graduated
wrapped in ribbons to appreciate
a system he once hated
This is your life, make it something beautiful
Mistakes and blame make way for what is wonderful
I hope we can blend as something colorful
and that the older we get
the less this all will matter.
I don't what dreams are
my life is just a splatter
across a canvas covered up by everything scary.
Though there's no more room in this life for fury
conditions of the heart will always plague me.
Acute arthritis at age twenty-three
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