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Teremana Dreams
03:44
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no peeking at the shuffle please
pop, lock it, and drop it
cinch the hoodie up and boogie like nobody was watching me
sauna of sweat will earn my respect
let me show you how
the Vancouver Maneuver, Rhythmic Secretion
everybody's doing The Planned Obsolescence
back to the wall, you watch from the bleachers
flecks on you harder than a heather grey T-shirt
no shame, shake what you want
I wanna rock the yacht and cost Bezos billions
unstoppable force on the obstacle course
we see right through it now
we've been in a trance
forgot how to dance
cuz it's been a while since we cut loose like this
but I feel it all coming back to me
with your back to me
starting over
we've been in a trance
forgot how to dance
but I see your smile I could get used to this
and I feel it all coming back to me
with your back to me
starting over
curtains shut, lock the door, and I dance like a goober
keep watching me groove and I'll call you an Uber
drip through sweatsuits, change by the hour
Krispy Klean, maple barring out in the shower
busting floorboards, breaking ballrooms
I'm the boogie Paul Bunyan
need a blue-haired Babe, or green like an onion
request the aux again and you're scooted and booted
disrespect the basslines and you'll look stupid
no shame, shake what you wanna
you know that I'm gone off the Teremana
don't ask for a sip or a drop or a drip
you're getting none of it
we've been in a trance
forgot how to dance
cuz it's been a while since we cut loose like this
but I feel it all coming back to me
with your back to me
starting over
we've been in a trance
forgot how to dance
but I see your smile I could get used to this
and I feel it all coming back to me
with your back to me
starting over
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2. |
Boar Attack!
02:49
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what's the point in arguing if you can't double down
hold your tongue or remove all doubt that you're a clown
mumble it the first time
act like they ignored you
to justify your violence
why don't you say it with your chest and your spine
flame who spoke before you
shame exposed by silence
if you refuse to speak your mind
until it's time to sneer and whine
I promise that I don't feel bad for you
tendon to the trigger soon as things get tense
can't be bothered to invest in other forms of self defense
you hide that hood deep in your closet
only slither out to make a deposit
two cents
we don't want it
if you don't have anything to say
don't say anything
no shortage of devil's advocates
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3. |
Hidden Fushigi Past
01:57
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I found you out
I've got you now
crystal clear and chrome
don't try to hide from me
cuz it might not be the deep dark secret you see it as
don't need to own something to love it still
you think you gotta be above it but you never will
a rough patch that makes a match of you
and I, and I see it still turning in your eyes
the Hidden Fushigi Past
the one I expected last
you wasted time, should've told me faster
you are a Hidden Fushigi Master
the Hidden Fushigi Past
the one you expected last
you wasted time, should've told me faster
almost a Hidden Fushigi Past disaster
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repress love until the late night
to early morning
man this shit just doesn't feel right
my nerves are warning and they're right for once
but it's their fault in the first place
wanna tap into the rays wrapping your face
soak it up and flush out all the guilt taking up space
realize I'm worthy when I'm workin at my own pace
it's hard as hell to trust myself
hard to tell when I'm doing well
poke around inside my skull
no more constant comfortable
it's not the one that wants to panic when somebody takes a pic of you
not the creeping feeling that your friends are getting sick of you
calls you out when you're shrinking yourself out of hyper-consideration
knows me best, better than I want
when I'm way past rest in my favorite spot
a safe haven from progress, blooming, public humiliation
it's hard as hell to trust myself
against the toll of another bell
with the confidence of a bomb patrol
no more constant comfortable
no more constant comfortable
I sunk down in the beanbag chair
felt it pull, now I'm glad it's there
with a cattle prod inside my skull
no more constant comfortable
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