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Be boo bop boop bup bee bop boop
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Written by Bjork and Guy Sigsworth
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shwooom shwiiimmmm
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I've Got This Feeling...
03:35
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I've got this feeling
you're kinda out of touch with my soul
so every time we touch you've got the wrong goal
but I keep holding on cuz it's all that I know
if we keep getting closer we'll get out of control
I'll keep a close watch
on all your posted public thoughts
so every tiny flaw will be caught
but I can't let you go cuz it's all that I know
you know these silver signs will never be sold
you are the medicine I crave
the image on my blinds
the blood on my mouse
the thick blue lines
my favorite Popsicle joke
a boxcar and a jug of wine
feed my soul with association
crash my head into a stove
lick my neck until I cry
just don't get it on my toes
if I die before I get old
just keep me as one of your own
I've got this feeling
the worst of it is that I can't see
what about that fever?
what about that scream
there's shadows on my clothes
and a dysphoric glow
from pictures from the past
and the stories they've told
But I don’t want to read and
I don’t want to see if
I’m just gonna hear it
In your tone
you say, Please let me go
It’s harder than you know
when you don’t have connection
and you’ve blacked out your tome
I put you in my drink
I watch you like a play
we smile courageously in public
I break off my own legs
I don’t think I’ve felt before
the way I feel today
You are the force that’s taking me
I am the force that’s breaking me
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Sell Me Static
03:27
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I wanna talk about the sting, the pain
subsistence slipping a little bit everyday
the hidden path makes way for highway
no more solitude, no more silence
I think about the doldrums violence
the way the wal-mart sign smiles
and the earnest pedestrians add to the plastic 2 piles
it's all rotting flesh waiting to be caught on the internet
I wanna talk about the weather
stuck thinking about the collage of reveals
that is your personal profile, it's got that candid vogue shit
chained to the freedom that you just bought
staring at a screen, and the hours you’ve lost
But I have got a point
this has got a point, I promise
so just stay coy
I heard the pictures come to life when you match them
Fuck it im not your boy
When it happens will you tell me
I’ve got dark things on my mind
and when you ask me if I’m happy
I don’t want to have to lie
You try to sell me static
(ooohs and ahhs)
I’m closer than I’ve ever been
I’m closer than I’ve ever been to another human being
but I doubt you know what it means
to be eviscerated on all fronts by
the rusty parts of a pre civil war machine
Life spends my energy like a tramp at goodwill
50% off all stained furs
I don’t know what’s worse
your disregard for my feelings
or that you’d put mine first
you’re making a bad choice honey
but this has got a point
I promise you this has a point
maybe it’ll all come clear
When it happens will you tell me
I’ve got dark things on my mind
and when you ask me if I’m happy
I don’t want to have to lie
and if you keep me in your sights for
any longer piece of time
I’m scared to see the person
that’ll form before your eyes
You try to sell me static
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The Disconnect
03:53
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There's wires for our veins
and they're all connected to a main
addicted to this blood that flows
all together in this boat
I can see it on a screen
little dots just trying to scream
you're one of them
now this can't be unseen
There's one of us unarmed
not ready to take the world alone
protect this boy from harm
don't let him go, the disconnect has gone too far (*repeat the last 6 words)
(whisper) I've seen too much
liquor on my heart
enough to tear my world apart
is it weakness if I’m really sick
take you higher with a click
I can read it on your face
attractive hits to validate
the fact that you don’t need me in your life
I’m playing the part of time filler
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I'm Just Trying to Sleep
02:19
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I bet you don’t know which way to face in this ever changing landscape of empty liquor bottles and spilled ash trays
To all your downtrodden friends, curb your enthusiasm
There's a murder in the bathroom
it was his drug dealer
dirty as ever in his
trench coat and green fedora
howd he get so lucky as to
have our personal cell phone number
I don't understand the world
Why was he your speed dealer lover
light another introspective cigarette
to ash on a book cover
with some young ladies silhouette
telling stories of blind faith
sucking on some nicorette
not because I love the taste
Who is this charlatan who sees only rose tinted mirrors
but not the long and winding path to true self actualization?
Does he hear the plain voice of reason
calling to him like a mother calling to her psychopathic child?
Or does he only hear the phantom calls of excess and fame?
I’m just trying to sleep
There’s a mob in the kitchen
they wanna take my girl
to some higher place
a different part of the world
kiss me on the face buddy
let’s figure out if this is real
Lick my luck and suck my smile
feed me to the plastic piles
maybe I’ll go away for awhile
but I guess the rent is too high
but its not high enough to die
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Tuesday Night
01:03
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After a long hard day of pushing pencils
Robert couldn’t wait to lay face down in the dark and listen to his favorite adult contemporary tapes
unfortunately the poison had already reached his apartment
It was a thick black blue color, like a cup of greek blueberry yogurt got punched in the eye after calling a domestic abuse hotline. Sighing he brushed away it’s dark sticky curtain and walked up the stairs.
I’m in for a night, Robert moaned to himself
His roommates were already torn to shreds, and the dark gunk was eating at their entrails
Marty was laughing. It never felt so good to be ripped in half.
Jessica was shrieking in pain. The black, sticky beast that was shredding her body with its 8 rows of teeth was still going strong. Robert sighed and pulled the monster off of her. As a sign of gratitude she rolled over and fucked her boyfriend. Well, the part of him that wasn’t all mangled and bruised
After a few minutes of sickening moans and pathetic dry humps on a disconnected torso, Robert decided it was time for bed. He brushed his teeth, shined his shoes, cut off his ears, and got his sewing kit ready for
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Valediction Song
03:24
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Is there anybody here?
I guess it’s your lack of humanity I fear
Is there something I should know? you’ve got that
tendency to spit back out all the seeds that you sew
and I don’t want to know
I just don’t want to know
Is it really that cold
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I don't mind the sun in my eyes sometimes
I kind of wish that I would go blind
cuz every time a Disney-girl talks to me
I know that she's not my kind
I want to be comfortable
I want to be comfortable
with you by my side
I feel fine
I realize that I'm an asshole
I don't think there's much to be done
I traded my morals for vodka
should've saved my patience for rum
I want to be comfortable
I want to be comfortable
with you by my side
I feel fine
I can't tell if I'm in the right lane
there's no my cars on my street
every time my family shows concern
I tell them my love's not theirs to keep
I want to be comfortable
I want to be comfortable
with you by my side
I feel fine
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