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Carl: On peut oublier son passé et aller de l’avant. Des gens le font tous les jours. On peut se rappeler de son passé sans avancer. Des gens le font tous les jours. It’s possible to forget the past and go forward. Many people do it everyday. It’s possible to remember the past and be stuck. Many people do it everyday.
Chorus: Smuggin’ at the beast, & reaching for my weapon, if Babylon (babylan) fall (fahll), this target is a blessing. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Smuggin’ at the beast, & reaching for my weapon, if Babylon (babylan) fall (fahll), this target is a blessing. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep.
Verse: Rifle shooter, hittin’ targets, dead at winter, all these corpses, pillow talking as he hits ‘em, wars on ice, skate past salad bars for beef, watch ‘em splice, chop abominations with glee, I see an ending, bright for me, dark for you. Feeling threatened? Combat me as you end, taste the blood, it’s oozing out of my captions. My vivid pictures illustrate mutiny mutilation. Give us anarchy, we deserve transgressions, weaponizing weirdo eyes to expand human conditions. Kafka’s on a beach in spontaneous dreams, a shore calls to him, as I wake up to read.
Chorus: Smuggin’ at the beast, & reaching for my weapon, if Babylon (babylan) fall (fahll), this target is a blessing. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Smuggin’ at the beast, & reaching for my weapon, if Babylon (babylan) fall (fahll), this target is a blessing. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep. Signify mayhem, better not lose sleep.
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Refract on my back
02:06
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Carl: Dans la vie, il y a un jeu : si tu ne donnes pas, tu meurs. Si tu ne reçois pas, tu meurs. À chaque fois que tu donnes un peu, ou que tu reçois un peu, un peu de toi se meurt. There is a game in life : if you don’t give, you die. If you don’t receive, you die. Every time you give a little, or you get a little, you die a little.
Chorus: Interject with a glossy back, shriveled in time is the manifest, ghoul chest, protects the beat, ghoul chest, protects the beat. Interject with a glossy back, shriveled in time is the manifest, ghoul chest, protects the beat, ghoul chest, protects the beat.
Verse: A looker, the breeze is still while patiently waiting to be inhaled, she travels with moral intent, one sniff reveals her scent, she smells like autumn laced with revenge, a hint of spring is in her elegance, yet
her skin feels like winter, onward towards her fever, she travels with a bloodlust for warmth, but that isn't her end. In the darkest second I think of the brightest minute, such a light could lead me to disparity. In that moment what is more important? I look forward to a light before closing my eyes. A blink is like a rapidly closing curtain. Dark then light then dark. It would be normal to chose a side but I can not.
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RARE vinyl
03:05
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0000blacktesla
01:44
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Carl: On peut manger pendant des heures sans vouloir penser. On peut penser pendant des heures sans vouloir manger.
[This is related to the Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, because I don’t take it seriously.] You can eat for hours without wishing to think. You can think for hours without wishing to eat.
Chorus: There’s a hanger in my sleeves, suspended with my love for ya, I hang around to hang around, retired in a trophy case, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire. Hanger in my sleeves, suspended with my love for ya, I hang around to hang around, retired in a trophy case, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire.
Verse: Reverse fisheye lens, I pull you in. I don’t talk about my dealings in conversations about dealings, because I made millions; millions of dollars and I had to give away to save you, I hope you grow to inspire the lives of people greater than you, and I mean that inspiringly to you, make computers with the same appetite for food, create black gems in mayhem, I have to zoom in to the world & kill from a distance but you have the parts of me that could kill close, I love you, remember these notes.
Chorus: There’s a hanger in my sleeves, suspended with my love for ya, I hang around to hang around, retired in a trophy case, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire. Hanger in my sleeves, suspended with my love for ya, I hang around to hang around, retired in a trophy case, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire, quadruple zero, black tesla esquire.
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for peace, from war
01:34
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Verse: It is imperative that I use my mind to lose it and live like tomorrow is nothingness. This is an excerpt from my future & present collection.
I’m not ashamed, I’m not ashamed. I’m not ashamed, I’m not ashamed. I’m not ashamed to show off my strengths and flaws.
It was incredibly easy for me to dive into a life of deviancy & crime as a teenager. I would’ve gone so much deeper than I did if I didn’t have the father I had. Escapees from hell who are men without fathers are some of the strongest men I ever met. If my son has to grow without me I want him to develop into a strong human being.
Hold on, right now I’m so high that I can’t hear the voice recordings of a Lowes store.
My son doesn’t know my love for sweets yet he gets a kick out of smelling like caramel pastries, he waves his arm around taunting me, saying shit like look pop, look pop, a cinnamon drop.
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No lyrics, this is an instrumental obviously.
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Shuffling a mess
01:38
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Carl: Après avoir été baigné pendant des jours par l’extrême chaleur, on finit par l’accepter. Et on ne la sent plus.
After bathing for many days in the intense heat, you end up accepting it. And you don’t feel it anymore.
Chorus: It’s like my father’s Miyagi, and I’m LaRusso, found my balance, in a cesspool, injured talent, brain is scrambled, pushed into a meeting about, how long I’ll live for. Is my pop Miyagi? Am I LaRusso? I found my balance, in a cesspool, injured talent, brain is scrambled, pushed into a meeting about, how long I’ll live for.
Verse: Mother death’s points smell/look/sound louder than lady adolescence’, the pizazz of my survival is with the taxidermist, loud enough to be heard from the dimension I almost deserted, I savor the moment of my birth into rebuilding, I sculpt, form, twist the norm of an occurrence, I came to a present that felt like a loop of past-tense, I clinch my fist at the feel of no control in a hospice, melo melo melodramatic, I can take a heart and cut out my feelings for it.
Chorus: It’s like my father’s Miyagi, and I’m LaRusso, found my balance, in a cesspool, injured talent, brain is scrambled, pushed into a meeting about, how long I’ll live for. Is my pop Miyagi? Am I LaRusso? I found my balance, in a cesspool, injured talent, brain is scrambled, pushed into a meeting about, how long I’ll live for.
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Noddin’
01:29
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Chorus: I remember less, & you remember me, I’m little to your eyes, see me to be you. You’ll nod off, & tug my armpit hair, noddin’ in my arms as I’m hugging your glares.
Verse: With silk & fleece, marble on the floor takes your feet, as you try to stand, truth is your past, when you’re a better man, truth is your past, when you’re better man.
According to some psychological studies I haven’t even been an adult for 5 years yet, now at the age of 27. I agree with this even though there are some tasks we find ourselves maturely doing before the matured time we are supposed to do them.
I keep thinking about age, again and again, I understand the grumpiness of lets say someone who’s 65 or even older. It’s a rational response to someone who is my age who once thought that just because they had to do grown up shit at an early teen age that makes them an adult for more than 10 years when they arrive to their mid-twenties.
Being an adult means being infatuated with nostalgia even with a bad upbringing. Being young means being obsessed with your future. Generation after generation. What I remember first about life is less than what you my will remember first.
Chorus: I remember less, & you remember me, I’m little to your eyes, see me to be you. You’ll nod off, & tug my armpit hair, noddin’ in my arms as I’m hugging your glares.
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LamLam
01:39
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Chorus: I’m tooooo coooold, for the weather, I breathe storms, and wear a big sweater, I bleed silver, when red is for my loved ones, it’s all blurry, yet vivid for personas. I’m tooooo coooold, for the weather, I breathe storms, and wear a big sweater, I bleed silver, when red is for my loved ones, it’s all blurry, yet vivid for personas.
Verse: And adolescence is the essence of, storied beginnings, a legend is carried on more than gifted limbs from revenge, so as I smoke a pen at 11, prisoners burn, and as I toss a when, Father Time learns, I’m the creator of how I would flow, creator of how I would sow, I lace the fabric with papaternity, dos and donts. Aramíz Aramíz, I love you Aramíz, though I know my flesh isn’t the best source of this, I’m animalistic, grouchy, trash can dweller, my robotic claws won’t let me feel anger, so here’s a black hole of thought, an endless globe pit for you to play in, the universe is yours, that you don’t have to stay in.
Chorus: I’m tooooo coooold, for the weather, I breathe storms, and wear a big sweater, I bleed silver, when red is for my loved ones, it’s all blurry, yet vivid for personas. I’m tooooo coooold, for the weather, I breathe storms, and wear a big sweater, I bleed silver, when red is for my loved ones, it’s all blurry, yet vivid for personas.
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Singular
01:35
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Chorus: It’s gorgeous, horrendous, I heard the call, whatever. Soft steel with light leather, I calculate, whatever. It’s gorgeous, horrendous, I heard the call, whatever. soft steel with light leather, I calculate, whatever.
Verse: Only records of my mess-ups, you’ll keep, I wonder of the next, will my art suppress the feet of my seed, to past a torch may be a passing of death, if I attempt to raise myself. Here we are flattened ironically, and what goes comes around sonically, in the round about of it all, sleep long enough and you’ll hear a call.
Chorus: It’s gorgeous, horrendous, I heard the call, whatever. Soft steel with light leather, I calculate, whatever. It’s gorgeous, horrendous, I heard the call, whatever. soft steel with light leather, I calculate, whatever.
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Aged Caribouu
02:02
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Chorus: If I, if I, oh if I, let my feelings rot, antlers will grow to impale my heart, but my art will grow, to drip some wine, the wise will show, as I reach my prime. If I, if I, oh if I, let my feelings rot, antlers will grow to impale my heart, but my art will grow, to drip some wine, the wise will show, as I reach my prime.
Verse: Perplexing development at a peak of relevance, grabs ahold of your reflection to kidnap a perspective, take one long look at who you became, and then one long look at the repeat you may feel, the clock is on the clock, no time to look at those hands, either you live to be remembered or forgotten in 10, not even a parade every decade would remind them of your stem, or your roots or your seeds or the possessions you left.
Chorus: If I, if I, oh if I, let my feelings rot, antlers will grow to impale my heart, but my art will grow, to drip some wine, the wise will show, as I reach my prime. If I, if I, oh if I, let my feelings rot, antlers will grow to impale my heart, but my art will grow, to drip some wine, the wise will show, as I reach my prime.
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BELCH
02:43
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Chorus: I bet I belch better than you, I bet I belch better than you, I bet I belch better than you....
Verse: I’m dominant I know, controlling, I can be annoying, and I love you so much I want to curse you with a baby.
I put him back to sleep then he woke up to eat, and now we’re both up he has the hiccups and we’re listening to music. He usually hums & says things when he enjoys it but today is different, he’s trying to hiccup to the beat, at this very moment he just shook his fist and kicked. I love it when you use my arm as your drum set as you now sit in this bouncer, with this music playing as the theme for our dramatic.
I now understand the meaning of Godfather of soul, he created a drum beat to fuck and create life to, my son feels like a magnum opus album to me, different twists & turns, sounds & eyes curiously rolling around.
Black creates life, it’s a groove, Badu’s Next Lifetime to Yellow Days’ A Little While to Muddy Waters’ Mannish Boy and then Lou’s Walk on the Wild Side prior to Ángel Dust by Gil.
I’m hungry too, I’m hungry too, stop crying. Your mother should be the one to talk to you because I get tied up in my frustration so much I want to hug you like I’m a tight rope, kiss you on the cheek when you do bad, all that fun stuff. She asked me if I was feeling ok, I said yeah, yeah I feel ok I’m not immortal.
Chorus: I bet I belch better than you, I bet I belch better than you, I bet I belch better than you....
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