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Menu Screen
03:34
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Greetings my most delicate of delegates and most prolific with accelerants and most gifted with rhetoric and most deliciously felonious.
I have brought you here tonight to be impressive and to join me in raising up our spears most zealously.
We burned the bridges and we wanna come back we left the onus at that and grabbed our shirts and our hats,
we built our houses of sod and made our peace with the bats, we stopped shutting our thoughts, we stopped counting stacks, we stopped working to give something the masters back, we stopped waiting for god, we stopped taking the crack so when the moment arose and opportunity racked they couldn’t ever suppose about the scale of attack.
It was a moment of magic caught in the ring of a six pack and tossed back in the water with your sons and your daughters and your copy of Harry Potter with the scar on backwards. Half words leave you with your arm outstretched but there is nothing you will ever miss or cherish like this
There is nothing in the people dish. There is nothing in the steeple but riches employed to various myths.
New thesis; forge most ruthless. Form hordes to encroach on where aloof is. Force poems to challenge whatever truth is. Sing the chorus when it’s not found useless. Shoot the horses when they’re lame and they’re toothless. Rock crocs and socks when you wear that sick sweater vest or better yet let’s lotion up the redheads. (sorry)
I called the council to order to order random disorder and banish borders to the nethers of horrors and I implore you to do everything conceivably in your power now to disavow this consumer culture nurturing rather other industries of furthering the world themselves and others now I see how you might shudder at this reference to my brother helping brother. Plop.
A stop me if you’ve heard this one drop, turn, cough, and cluck hen.
It is not like the witches are in season, but if you look right you just might see them, and if you look nice you just might meet them, but if you blink twice you’re bound to end up inside of them.
i guess theyre handing out tricks this year
Alright.
Put the Goombas in walk and put a ten on the clock we’ve got the keys and now it’s time this riddleous room is unlocked.
Give them a shock, cock the blunderbuss and stomp the block.
Parable not applicable. Rot formidable. Biblical tides of ravenous mongrels hidden in sizeable sigils are lifted.
Ready the cavalry rill, ready the strength of will, ready the battle of swill. I’m ready. Rapping on the planks of the fallen with knuckles dry, sunk, and sullen.
Kiss me I’m gaping open. Spare me the sages (Thales) groan and let’s call the spade a dagger or call the raider a doctor or call the spiders to watch the litter longer.
I am not ashamed to admit it. I’d be the first to offer. Let’s face it I, am no grandfather. Let us marvel at the immaculate disaster. Under the awning there is a plaque that reads:
"HERE LIE THE SLAVES WHO WERE THEIR OWN MASTERS"
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All Dafodil
02:31
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We make the moon go dark, We make the earth quake, We make the engine start, We make the ocean wave, We make the ocean part, We make the mountain slave, We make the New World New World Brave. Tool behave, school be waste. Mule and cage be graced buried at the bottom of a cave. Fruit to cop minimum wage. Cougar of immeasurable pain. More shooter of innumerable blanks.
No spanx. All natural, this is how I wake. All daffodil. No time to kill, I give NOAH the wheel because I’m dressed to thrill but I am ralphing still.
Six pack. Two six. Half ounce of the iils;yls shit.
Once I fill this scrip I dip and that’s it. Fuck with me kid, I am sick.
we spit we bite we hit we fight
We make your noodles pace, We make your pugs the same, We make this look like We’re playing a game.
We pull the Moon to the Earth, we push the tides away. We put the citizens first, We let the plebs decay until they’re poultry maggots sucked through absent teeth; an absinthe for excess baggage and lower spine relief.
The lower on the totem the further from the thief and the weight that you must carry further from belief.
Buried in the sheets I am Captain of Dream and spooky outside the world with strange kabuki motif and harsh stark realities and bending streets. I am god of all, I am another sheep.
I am god of all, I am another sheep,
I am god of all, I am another sheep,
I am god of all, I am another sheep,
Dead to the world, Word to the woke. Peace.
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3. |
Killed By...
04:03
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Killed By money tangled and terse with a misplaced verse and a whispered curse and a nose ever runny. Not funny. Bouncing like an X eyed bunny. Flounder like a failure on the open water sunning. Push up off of the crux of the left wondering books and the grossly blundering crooks on the tiles which you cooked your little toesies 'til the look is roughly blacker than the heart you claim to have took. Slap me harder. Thoroughly shook.
Killed By sloth, slept in socks and ripped on bong 'til he home to Thoth, but maybe just lost the patience for the thought train derailment because the thought train is in stalemate; never hesitate when he wanna blaze to get his head straight. There's a million days to Saturday and there’s never any time to play or contemplate beyond the next payday. Staring down the barrel of his next five year stay humming carols like a holiday with a time share in Hade's realm for the home stay.
Killed By debt
Killed By sex
Killed By prescription medications only doing their best
Killed By tests
Killed By stress
Killed By relentless unrest
Killed By the heart that refused to beat on the chest
Killed By a lack of breath or by a lack of depth or by a lack of cheques or by a lack of rep or by a lack of, heck, without measure I was killed by the cracking under the pressure of depression
Killed By rats
Killed By gats
Killed By facts
Killed By fear
Killed By cats playing with that
Killed By plots
Killed By trust
Killed By cops
Killed By bus
Killed By rust in the potable water
Killed By the next thing replacing the best things
Killed By the noose created by my own puppet strings
Killed By the ghost of my past finding the playpen and pulling up on a monkey bar like fuck. I was
Killed By anxiety accredited to society. Cursed by wretched apathy until my own brain gets the better of me. Miles deep in the cross streets looking for the beach but only ever reaching more of the same decrepit buildings. I did all of my own things, I did little to nothing, I did riddles and rap beats amounting to nickel rings. It’s a fickle thing on the other seat but it can be lovely. I’ve given my soul to love to scream 'til voice weak and I can’t speak but still I struggle to make ends meet.
Killed By sleep while counting sheep and announcing self defeat as opposed to working one more week. Peep the meek shit, C'Est la Vie bitch, I’ll eat this whole dick 'fore I lay down rich. I stay grounded with a chain and a stick and I feed these demons with the hearts of your kids I said I got these demons from the town where I live and they said they don’t like hearts in the fridge. Only fresh.
Killed By debt
Killed By sex
Killed By prescription medications only doing their best
Killed By tests
Killed By stress
Killed By relentless unrest
Killed By the heart that refused to beat on the chest
Killed By a lack of breath or by a lack of depth or by a lack of cheques or by a lack of rep or by a lack of, heck, without measure I was killed by the cracking under the pressure of depression
Killed By rats
Killed By gats
Killed By facts
Killed By fear
Killed By cats playing with that
Killed By plots
Killed By trust
Killed By cops
Killed By bus
Killed By rust in the potable water
Killed By the next thing replacing the best things
Killed By the noose created by my own puppet strings
Killed By the ghost of my past finding the playpen and pulling up on a monkey bar like, "Hey dude. How you been?"
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i don't know yet
03:13
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I could sleep when I’m dead, or I could just sleep instead. Is this a bomb or a bust? I don’t know yet.
Is this a thought that I should trust or forget and let it rust to threads hell the shit in my head?
Heavy up front. Bass to the floor. Grab my junk. Baby I’m bored.
I study the use before approaching a hook, I wanna suck the juice before the goose is cooked and now a mouthful of centipedes is sweeter than it looked because the comparable reality is thoroughly fucked or thoroughly shook, at least, depending on how you look at it and now living on art means you’re narrowly managing rent FUCK
Damocles over Icarus over radical indifference over shadowy insignificance over break neck decisions. I’m gonna test the soil before I place a toe. I’ve already taken licks and I’ve got scars to show. This is just entertainment! This is falling and flailing, screaming to the ground ahead. You can watch if you want but I’m shutting my lids. Tell me when it happen. I still don’t know yet.
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
This is just entertainment! And I'll sleep when I'm dead! So tell me when it happens! Cuz I still don't know yet!
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If I Look Strong; You Look Strong Calgary, Alberta
Formed in 2007.
Live Lineup: Noah on Modular Synthesizer,
Peter V. on Guitar.
Affiliated Players: Skyler Sandquist
Cait Copeland
Recent Previous Members:
Scott White
Dylan Gibbs
Connor Scott
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