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Snooze Button
01:50
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There are wilder things stuck in those clouds than can even be dreamt up. Visions only dogs and cats and bugs can see.
Infinities upon infinities, lucent in impossible brightness. Even in slow, aching death it is effulgent, shining, bombastic, laughing crazy like a maniac. A preview of the onset of something other, a dream beyond a dream so wondrous and terrifying it would make you blind and sick to stare straight at it.
It can't die. It can't be reborn.
It's screaming through the window and a knife in your ear and going back to sleep could ever bring it back.
A precious thing dead in the dark.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to wake up.
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She's a warm and fuzzy feeling
cartoons on Saturday
she's electric in the kinda way
that kills you when you bathe
she told me not to quit my dayjob
and keep giggin on the side
said a life in entertainment
is a long, slow suicide
sunshine looks good on you
how could I ever make it through
the ultraviolet rays that pierced her face?
It's a sign of the times
like mardi gras and ash
that the finest folk musicians
come from the upper-middle class
I know that music's made of money
and I can't fault you for that
but a fake's a fake
a spade's a spade
an act is a shitty act
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Medication
03:03
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Oh when the saints go marchin in
all the streets will boil with sin
the curly, dimpled lunatics of youth
but with the right kind of insane
it's like mardi gras every day
there's one conclusion I keep comin to
I think I need some fuckin medication
the kind that makes the world go round and round
when I reach that state of liquefaction, honey
gonna liquefy the way unto the ground
I think I need some fuckin medication
I'm howlin at the moon out in the streets
a bullet from behind, lord, it gets me every time
let the wolfman do the howlin, he's been released
Go to the ocean
go to the sea
make haste to the sacred place
that keeps you away from me
you probably think that it's a farce
that Poseidon's salty arse
is the maelstrom that calls me to the sea
to comply with northern etiquette,
I'll curse the damn confederates
and be William Tecumseh Sherman's one envy
Because I think I need some fuckin medication
everybody knows I've gone insane
Mr. Shank, one thing before they take me away
don't you let em put those wires in my brain
Don't you let em put those wires in my brain
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Wiz Kid
02:54
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c'est la vie
a mass extinction's coming down
something from nothing nowhere towns
across the highways, smoke and locusts take the sky
But I'm in love
with subatomic particles
B-52s with painted girls
ICBMs and rockets screaming through the night
Open up the window
let in all the ozone
fake it til you make it
buy it til you break it
Kill the lights
let your eyes get used to the dark
into neutral, out of park
just let it happen, down the mountain side and fly
My blanket's warm and cozy
ring around the rosey
I was once a wiz kid
now I'm old and stupid
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Light Pollution
04:26
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I got a bottle I can't drink
got a guitar but I can't sing
I had a girl I couldn't keep
I got a bed but I can't sleep
I got a mouth that don't say much
I got a brain that won't shut up
I got a friend across the sea
I got a job on seven screens
Light pollution fog
covering the stars at night
in orange light
flies and spiders sulk in the widening web
in dead jpegs
kill a cartoon character
kill his drunken maker
god save the royalties forever
Long live artificial light
simulated commercial flight
serve the servers to the traumatized
no more screaming up at God
behind a fastfood restaurant
where the dumpsters rust in peace
Mutilated bodies in the New York Times
automatic weapons, white collar crimes
amen
Kill a queer for christ and the pre-teen brides
pornographic parodies of genocides
amen, amen
kill a cartoon character
kill his drunken maker
god save the royalties forever
Long live artificial light
simulated commercial flight
serve the servers to the traumatized
no more screaming up at God
behind a fastfood restaurant
where the dumpsters rust in peace
I got picture I can't see
cable subscription but no TV
I got a gal that smiles at me
on a newfangled phone with a shattered screen
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Helena Bucket
03:18
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I knew a strumpet named Helena Bucket
She’s never gonna pay me back
Wheezin and rumblin
Teeth like a pumpkin
Smokin on that ‘92 crack
See for yourself, boys: a pack-a-day frog voice
Leopard skin from head to toe
Eyes like a dead shark
Stinks like a barnyard
A back that’s covered in sores
She used to be the homecoming queen
Back when she was seventeen
Somethin happened in between
I think it must’ve been my fault
Things were better in the old days
No evictions or divorcees
Smokes were purchased on the cheap,
Classic TV shows,
It seems like things have never been so bad
She was my wife once, suffered in silence
Every night I went to the bar
Gambled the money, abandoned my son, he
Ran away from home with my car
He never wants to see me again
After all the belts I laid upon him
I can’t remember all that happened
In the mean time
Things were better in the old days
No evictions or divorcees
Smokes were purchased on the cheap,
Classic TV shows,
It seems like things have never been so bad
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Oregon Trail
03:19
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Give it a rest, blood from a stone
Rainin hard enough to take the skin from your bones
Aluminum can, horrible weed
Dogs and the Devil on a burnt CD
Had a dream a while ago
I was wearin a tuxedo, it was made outta crows
Dreamt of a girl I couldn’t place
She smelled like gasoline and powerbait
I’m on the edge of a nervous break
Boat got a hole in the middle of the lake
Sing me a song about the good ol days
Oregon Trail and the dot-com craze
Pickin at the bones of a broken guitar
Anachy sign on a police car
Marks on her chest from a hot cigar
It’s a miracle that she could survive this far
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9. |
Worse than the Blues
02:49
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I was sleepin, I didn't get to rest
got the bottle, I never got the breast
all computers' users gettin used
I got somethin worse than the blues
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Hannah's Song
03:17
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I'm underground but I'm still goin down
bedrock I'm breakin through
I could never pay em back all the money I owe
but I'm buyin somethin special for you
Apocalypse Now! every day of my life
napalm the morning through
I can't believe the horror or the blood on my shoes
but it's really nice thinkin of you
a pale horse on an eight-figure golf course
or takin an art course during world war ii
a black dog on a radio kids' song
pukin blood on the shell shocked
but here's thinkin of you
tell me a lie, baby, tell me a lie
one that can't be true
in a tilt-a-whirl of horrors run by hucksters and freaks
that my eyes could ever land on you
a pale horse on an eight-figure golf course
or takin an art course during world war ii
a black dog on a radio kids' song
pukin blood on the shell shocked
but here's thinkin of you
It's 110 on a twin sized bed
so we sweat the whole night through
I've written lots of songs about ambiguous girls
but I'm writin somethin special for you
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11. |
The Aftermath
03:55
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I tried to resist but I had to look
When she killed herself with a self-help book
She transformed herself into a binary code
A’s and B’s and ones and zeroes
Everyone could see her at a negligible cost
Digital distortion and fidelity loss
She swore that she would never become
A shadow of a woman, I’m heart broken
I never had a chance to say goodbye
Light pollution never dies
I was lost at seaaaaa
I was lost at seaaaaa
I was blowin my nose with a 20-dollar bill
I teetered like a pie on a window sill
Sweet nothings on the telephone
Became the screeching of a modem and a dial tone
Resource wars and sons without mothers
And the unhatched horrors in technicolor
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13. |
Onslaught
03:20
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14. |
Rusting in Rain
02:53
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Tim Mechling Washington
Tim Mechling is a Washington-based psych-folk/rock artist. He's been home recording and producing commercially unviable music since 2006.
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