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Post-Modern Love Song
03:34
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She looked at me with cold, harsh eyes
Hurt so bad she could not cry
And said "I'll tell you what I know
"No room for post-modern love
Everybody's had enough
And kid, I never felt so old
"There ain't no love in paradise
And you'll be lonesome all yr life
There ain't no sun in paradise
No love in a post-modern paradise"
It feels good 'cause it makes no sense
Living in a world like this
To love's a revolutionary act
I'm taking my love to the streets
For every stranger that I meet
And everyone that don't believe in truth
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Ancient Animal
03:01
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While the people of the world erupt
into piles and pits and incensed fist fights
I wait for my friends to leave
And fall asleep to bogus game shows
While the jilted kids raise hell like rockets
And battle for some space-age future
I dream that I sleep by a hot spring
And turn into a wild animal
Turn into some ancient animal
While I adjust to reckless abandon
And walk through the earth's endless suburbs
Drinking ginseng and blue no. 1
An American kid
The people of the world erupt
into piles and pits and incensed fist fights
Waiting for their friends to come
And save them from their living nightmares
Everyone some vicious animal
All of us just chained-up animals
And this was my first mistake:
To be what I am
Without the edits made
To be what I can
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Joy is Surreal
04:37
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Shit falls
Then hits the fan
Well, I want to
But I can't stand
In the belly of the beast
In the forest I can't see
I'm a blue blood
I think that's me
I'm the bluest
Kid you'll meet
In a hottub on a white yacht
Pray no black kid's gonna get shot
In the belly of the beast
In the forest I can't see
Love ain't a real thing
Joy is surreal
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Satellite
04:48
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I wish the lights were turned down low
I could not see what breaks my heart
The painful truths I've come to know
So well I don't know how to start
Satellite, stars that shine
My heart is broken all the time
Big and blue, bold and true
This world I call home is not mine
I wish that I could see the face
That said it all should be this way
Is it benevolent and kind
All-knowing, infinite and wise?
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Disappearing Act
03:49
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I am a hooligan wearing my white shoes
And I could save the world, when in the right mood
Jump from an aeroplane with no parachute
I smoke a cigarette donning my rollerblades
And I will glide alongside graffiti'd palisades
With a healthy supply of cartoon band-aids
And I don't wanna live for forever, no
I don't wanna know what I don't yet know
But steal eternal bliss from some cheap day-glo
If I am heartbroken, don't wanna let it on
Yell obscenities on the white house lawn
One second I am in the close-up shot
The next second I'm gone
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Friend Columbus, Ohio
Weird and wonderful music.
Life form got a message stuck in its head
Through the two
ears on it
Its mother and its father never knew he had a friend like that
Not in a song
Major Organ and The Adding Machine's "Life Form (Transmission Received)"
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