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this is art.
you will hear a buzzer.
when you hear the buzzer, stare at the art.
it's all just yellow, cherry, orange paint to me
a bunch of zany pictures from tv
this frog just won a thousand bucks
he put a bowtie on that duck
i need someone to tell me what i see
you gotta read between the lines
of what the artist had in mind
maybe it's hard to tell
but if you turn it all around, flip it upside down
a new perspective to find
gotta make the meaning by yourself
i need to grasp the abstract, make it something real
cast it in concrete 'till it cracks
why are all the curtains blue?
why am i afraid of you?
i need you to tell me what i feel
you gotta read between the lines
of what the artist had in mind
maybe it's hard to tell
but if you turn it all around, flip it upside down
a new perspective to find
gotta make the meaning by yourself
how am i supposed to feel?
is my heart supposed to flutter?
like i'm staring through the window
but you're closing all the shutters
how am i supposed to feel? (apples, oranges, pears, plums)
is my heart supposed to flutter? (kumquats, tangerines, lemons, limes)
like i'm staring through the window (avocado, tomato, banana, papaya)
but you're closing off (william shakespeare did not exist)
closing off (this situation is hopeless)
you gotta read between the lines
of what the artist had in mind
maybe it's hard to tell
but if you turn it all around, flip it upside down
a new perspective to find
gotta make the meaning by yourself
you should now feel mentally reinvigorated.
if you suspect staring at art has not provided the required intellectual sustenence,
reflect briefly on this classical music:
[EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZ-
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I got a sparkling pink heart, wear it like a trademark,
it's hangin' on my sleeve 'til I give it away
My sweet little pink heart might just be my best part
wholly undefeated, it keeps beating in a hundred and one ways,
a thumbs-up for a rainy day, now,
a warm hug when you're feelin' down ,
If I see you, I'll be waving,
if you're sobbing, I'll be waiting,
so you better come around,
I'll turn your whole world upside-down
Everything started with a bottle of ink,
Could have been anything, but had to be pink
Stood there for hours with my head in the sink
Saw my reflection and her smile started makin' me think
how could Loreal and Garnier
wash all of my pain away?
what if this was every day?
what if I could stay like this forever
and endeavor to be better to myself,
to show that girl the kindness
I give everybody else?
My pink heart went off like a jump-start
she smacked me with compassion
like a slap in the face
my sweet cherry pink heart just gave me a fresh start
without her I'm depleted, uncompleted in a hundred and one ways,
a thumbs-up for a rainy day, now,
a warm hug when you're feelin' down ,
If we see you, we'll be waving,
if you're sobbing, we'll be waiting,
so you better come around,
we'll turn your whole world upside-down
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went out today
the sky reflected red atop the oceans wake
forgot the way
the sun turns words i say to smoke and flame
and I’ll feel much better
when I start to see
the mountains I’m climbing
leaving me
and I’ll feel much better
when i stop to breathe
feel wind twisting through fingers
watch moving trees
stayed in today
haven’t really left since last holiday
dawns’s embrace
light’s behind the door seep around the frame
and I’ll feel much better
when I start to see
the mountains I’m climbing
leaving me
and I’ll feel much better
when i stop to breathe
feel wind twisting through fingers
watch moving trees
I‘ll wash away
orange tinted walls, dance inside my brain
novocaine
mix to greener hues, live another day
(and I’ll feel much better then)
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Eiz (by John B)
01:51
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She drinks just like a sailor
She’s selfish, she’s a miser
You ask her three ex-husbands
They tell you they despise her
She shifts her eyes from side to side
and makes a funny face at you
She says: “you can’t hate me;
Not unless you love me too”
You feel the teacup shatter
As she throws it at your head
She speculates if anyone
Would care if she were dead
She cries and rolls her eyes
And kisses you and says “you’re lovely dear”
And that should be the end of it
But she’s being so sincere
You’re headed for the exit
She demands you stick around
You turn around like Orpheus
She’s nowhere to be found
You close your eyes and calm yourself
And wonder “why’d she bail?”
It doesn’t really hurt right now
But you know it’s in the mail (edited)
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polaris (by zack.ry)
04:35
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down here on earth
we follow stars
and i don’t know where you are
but if you go north you just might make it home
steer towards the sun
doesn’t really matter which one
when everything around is dark
maybe just one truth is enough
i hope this finds you well
and you’re not up there just for us
you’re worth the world and more
you’ve got forever in store
and i may not know your name
but i think you can show us both the way home
your arc streaks wide
it’s big enough to catch the whole sky
but when what you see is what you can believe
what happens when the nothing meets your eye
i know you’re built to last
but there’s no pure virtue in that
what matters is you are
even out among the stars
i may not know your face
but i think you can point us both the way home
not everything that is is made for anything
but doesn’t that just make life all the more worth living
if we can shape and name the stars
there’s really no telling how far
we may make our way
home
down here on earth
i’ll follow you
i don’t know if you’re a star
or just something kinda blue
but think you can lead us both home
i think that we can make somewhere home
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Snow blind
Starry eyes
Cold horizon
Even colder sky
Drinking in a deeper shade of blue
Take it with you
Well meaning
Hopeful lies
Dreams of all we could become
Given the time
Turn toward a day devoid of grief
I'll take it with me
Watch me rise
'Til the edge of the earth erases me from your sight
And all we left behind disappears from view
Carry me with you
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Pleading with myself just to get out of bed
why'm I always running all these questions through my head
hold my hand a little tighter
close your eyes, i'm not on fire
if i was i'd burn for you
just come to me a little closer
gotta tell you, full disclosure
i dont know whats left to do
i know i always ask for more
always crying on the floor
trust me, i dont want to be this way
so touch my cheek and dry my eyes
tell me everything’s alright
i promise if you want me to ill stay
Pleading with myself just to get out of bed
why'm I always running all these questions through my head
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Oh hello and thanks for coming
It’s strange to see you grown up
What are you reading? Social Psychology?
What are you going to do with that?
Don’t give me the pitch, you should’ve just walked through the door
And asked for it
The only way you’ll learn is through doing the fucking job
That’s not real, it’s an old boy’s club whilst on the other side
They’re put there by the bankers and elites
There’s the big world and the small world, and they sorta coexist,
as a giant fuck-off coin floating around in the abyss
Oh wouldn’t you know, oh wouldn’t you know, the world was flat after all
Tell me what you’ll do
If you were given the reins
And you’ll find I decide whether or not you’re right
It’s been tried before
So don’t you give me that lip
The experiment concluded before you’d even had a sip
I worked for it
I never begged for it
I walked in
And I sat him down
A handshake and suit can do a lot you know
Get that dye out of your hair and maybe you could grow
Sorry about that, it’s just that I used to believe
And then they held us all to ransom
What are we all meant to do without their privilege
Thankfully they came in and crushed em
And let us all go free
Though to this day if I hear a short a I soil myself
If you want to settle down, maybe vote for something skinny
There’s heaps of land, and you all work remote
Just get away from here, the council don’t know what they’re doing
If houses look like this, why are there junkies on the street
But people want them here, people want them here, so the tape stays in the way
Tell me what you’ll do
If you were given the reins
And you’ll find I decide whether or not you’re right
It’s been tried before
So don’t you give me that lip
The experiment concluded before you’d even had a sip
I worked for it
I never begged for it
I walked in
And I sat her down
It’d help to have a bird and split with her
Then again, you don’t look like you would want that
So tell me what you would do instead
Tell me how you’d save our necks
If the world is crumbling
Why are we all ignorant?
Tell me what you’ll do
If you were given the reins
And you’ll find I decide whether or not you’re right
It’s been tried before
So don’t you give me that lip
The experiment concluded before you’d even had a sip
I worked for it
I never begged for it
I walked in
And I sat him down
I asked him if he’d heard what you’d been doing
And that I couldn’t believe that my family raised a poof
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Whiskey in the bottle
Whiskey in the jar
Whiskey is an easy out
If you aren't going far
Pour another tumbler
Down another drink
The ache of life ain't quite as sharp
When you're too drunk to think
Whiskey in the bottle
Whiskey in the jar
Whiskey melt the mask away
And show us who we are
Whiskey in the belly
Whiskey on your breath
Whiskey shots it’s bottoms up
Let's drink ourselves to death
Coffee is for closers
Champaign’s for the rich
But whiskey doesn’t give a shit
If you’re a surly bitch
Poison in small doses
Acts like medicine
A balm to compliment the pills
That make me feminine
Whiskey in the bottle
Whiskey in the jar
Whiskey melt the mask away
And show us who we are
Whiskey in the bottle
Whiskey in the jar
Whiskey melt the mask away
And show us who you are
Whiskey in your belly
Whiskey on your breath
Whiskey shots it’s bottoms up
Let's drink ourselves to death
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11. |
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It's time I got back on the road again,
Packed my suitcase and charged my phone
Harden my heart and double-tie my shoelaces
And head out west to the coast alone
I'm moving over the mountains
Kicked around like a tin can
Don't even have the time to phone in my shorthand
Wished I could make the rounds and say goodbyes and au revoirs
But my philodendron's wilting in the car,
So I'll fax them in
This freedom sometimes feels like a mistake,
A blessing and a curse,
Like winning the grand prize in the sweepstakes
And receiving a casket and a hearse
I'm moving over the mountains
Kicked around like a tin can
Don't even have the time to phone in my shorthand
Wished I could make the rounds and say goodbyes and au revoirs
But my philodendron's wilting in the car,
So I'll fax them in
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Grey, fingered with flickering threads
of light;
Silence broken by restless quavers
of music.
Greyness, music,
A playing thought of slumber.
And on my lips faintly disturbing fingers,
And at my heart love’s hand like a
child’s hand
Stirring me half awake.
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you said that you must be in heaven
that i looked just like charlene
love is not like channel seven
but i didn’t know it at nineteen
my replacement has been hired
cast in a role you wrote for me
to give you everything that you desired
just like they do it on tv
i was something that you flaunted
cause i reflected well on you
i was everything you wanted
until i wasn’t twenty two
may she be forever bridal
may she never show her age
may you never catch her idle
may she never know your rage
with the practice, you’ll be better
all rehearsal for the part
when you planned this to the letter
did you always plan to break my heart?
does she know the house is haunted?
that you built it all for me
out in wantirna like we always wanted
just like they do it on tv
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Strapped for battle, but we didn't start the culture war
hexed, oppressed, our very sex begets a life of gore
effeminate lurkers, degenerate perverts, we're crashing your servers,
we're teaching your daughter to fight for herself 'cause you never deserved her
we're the resistance
don't need your permission, you don't get to miss this
war of attrition
if you keep talking shit, put your face where my fist is
YOUR
TIME
HAS
COME
AND
GONE
sitting high on a throne,
for as long as she's known
you've treated her body a thing you own
your creed guarantees that her needs are heedless,
she'll eat what you feed or starve alone
for atonement, lips sealed shut and sewn up,
choking down pain to assuage a grown-up,
the King of All Things, a man who still brings
the love to his kids with a hand of stone
This coward
demands that she cower
in awe of his power, and
scour herself of the notion
that she could be powerful, too
what would you do?
Climb up the tower and leap from the roof?
pocket a dagger and wait 'til he staggers
to wrestle your truth from the brute?
I think you'd choose what a child would do
and assume that you've earned the abuse
YOU
DON'T
DESERVE
THE
ABUSE
Strapped for battle, but we didn't start the culture war
hexed, oppressed, our very sex begets a life of gore
effeminate lurkers, degenerate perverts, we're crashing your servers,
we're teaching your daughter to fight for herself 'cause you never deserved her
we're the resistance
don't need your permission, you don't get to miss this
war of attrition
if you keep talking shit, put your face where my fist is
YOUR
TIME
HAS
COME
AND
GONE
you're the ones who
led your young astray
we're the wolves you
fuckers failed to raise
you resent us for attempting
to survive without guile or repentance
we're out here swinging for the fences
a revenge so sweet, it's offensive
let our voices be the wrenches
chucked in the clockwork heart of your pension
your offenses are defenseless,
and we sentence you to the endless void
where your own kids have the good sense
to pretend that you never existed.
WE WILL NOT SIT IN SILENCE
YOU CAN'T CONTAIN THIS VIRUS
WE WILL MEET FORCE WITH VIOLENCE
IT'S EVER THUS TO TYRANTS
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[overlapping]
We asked 100 single women their favourite brand of liquorice, number 29 will amaze you
Could cryptocurrency solve global warming? Join us at 5 to find out
Chinese plane spotted flying over China, could this mean nuclear war?
Could NFTs be the secret to protecting your family from critical race theory?
They hit the fucking Pentagon!
1, 2,
1, 2, 3, 4
Another day another war crime turning children into snow
You’re poorer than you’ve ever been, profits mysteriously grow
All that and more of gory details, keep you glued to your tv
But not before our sponsors pray upon your insecurities
Don’t you wish you weren’t so ugly, stupid, awkward and afraid
Maybe your parents would have loved you if you bought our new champagne
Our burgers are all feminists, our soda is depressed
Sweatshops breaking laws on slavery still they’ll never get addressed
tell you what are sponsors really want to you to believe
might not be the truth but we’ve got three chords up our sleeve
Fact and fiction, mix the two, you’ve got the right idea
shiny piece of plastic reels in bigotry and fear
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
Piles on piles of content specially picked to make sure you don’t close our app
Fund research on addiction, always good to have a roadway map
Pull to the right, so they’re extremists, but won’t peek behind the curtain
If they do, then spread conspiracies so they don’t know for certain
There’s more news than ever, more to pick to craft a narrative
No longer corporate media, AI now controls the way you live
Post what we want, so will your peers, and if you don’t, you’re left behind
This artificial beauty crushes you to keep you all in line
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
[overlapping]
And of course, I’m not saying I agree with his politics, but he is saying what everybody’s thinking.
Better keep up on fashion trends, ladies, because artificial intelligence is the new pink.
Coming up right after these messages, is Elmo the newest victim of cancel culture?
One benefit of inflation, people work a little harder.
If you’re a nonbinary trendsetter like me, you know defending your identity is as empowering as it gets, that’s why I’m partnering with Lockhead Martin, because my pronouns are more than an attack helicopter, they’re the future.
And after weeks of debate, congress has finally declared trees unconstitutional.
And Elon Musk’s 42nd child Xavier_XOXO_WarCrimes Musk, is currently leading the polls for republican candidate
Ladies, do you feel dirty down there? Good.
Synergy, Synergy, Synergy, Synergy, Synergy
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
shove it down all your throats
see how far it goes
won’t stop till you choke
won’t stop till you
leave the truth at the door
they’re invading our
sure, it’s all slander
pure propaganda
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If you wanna be someone, come out and play
I’m not ever too lonely to push you away
Outside the rain is falling down
When it dips below freezing, I’ll get outta town
If you wanna stay lucid, keep your eyes on the page
Loosen your collar, keep walking in place
And soon you’ll look at the sky
And when you look down, keep the stars in your eyes
Oh honey, it’s not you that they see, it’s just me
And they call you my name when they catch us on the street
I consider a way to say don’t walk away
The person you know isn’t always here to stay
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oh i don't want to be sad anymore
i'll wear a sunshine carnation - ride my bike to the store
and when they ask me why
i don't stay home and cry
i'll say well now what good is that for
i made my decision - i won't be sad anymore
oh the ducks in the pond at the park know a thing about love
and so does the lean hungry hawk i see circlin’ above
and the young ones will grow
and they'll soon come to know
the cruelty they're capable of
well i don't know much but that's what i know about love
ba da ba bum
well you know i don't want to be sad anymore
i'll pick myself up and clean all this crap off the floor
and carnations will bloom
all over my room
from the sorrow i had to endure
when i make my decision
i won't sit here wishin'
got no time for such things
i'll go feed my ducklings
and every lost hour
will be a new flower
cause i won't be sad
yeah i won't be sad anymore
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[instrumental]
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Few, maybe very few,
will understand what it is
that we did here
Our screens
and their meanings
aren't exactly crystal clear
Some things will always end up
buried where secrets go:
In the back of a busted worn out truck
to a landfill deep in New Mexico
This is only one
of several
recordings
Take it as instruction
a lesson
a warning
Work all night
into the morning
Recreate the meaning
in the performing
Press play
Let yourself get carried away
Circulate the tapes
Whatever it takes
Don't let what we did here be erased
Keep it safe
Keep it
What you are seeing
Isn't exactly
what we made
What you are hearing
Isn't exactly
what we played
Even a body of work
Must eventually decay
It's in the act of perceiving
that we interpolate
They will tell you
It's better left forgotten -
They're wrong
Hundreds of names in the credits
Hundreds of hours gone
Two hundred sixteen thirty five millimeter slides on the wall
20+ band members
Twenty times as many songs
Pick one
Wait for the click and the hum
Circulate the tapes!
Circulate the zines
Even if no one remains
that remembers what they mean
Circulate the tapes
Whatever it takes
Don't let what we did here be erased
(Don't let us be erased)
Keep it safe
Keep it
Can you still see me?
How much of my meaning
has been retraced?
All these images replaced
by a single static screen
Buy the name, kill the process
Then write it all off, lest
we let it exist
Tell me how can all of this
be better left unseen?
There's always gonna be dark spots
in our history, so some one’s got
to save the things
they think that no one wants to see
Maybe sooner or later
all we made will have faded
all it's architects long gone
So take a copy and pass it on
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Pensive (by Woosh)
05:04
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I am of the opinion that people can change
But it feels like I’m the only one who thinks that way
Come into your own, shed the dead skin away
To get chained by what you used to be
I am waiting for rulebooks to come in the mail
But till then I’ll look back at all of my fails
Stare in the mirror, wish for someone but me
Regret hits like a wave in the small of my back
Oh I have put myself under attack
I’ve been pensive for so long
Trying to figure out how I’m wrong
Saying sorry for everything
And nothing at all
I am drowning under eyes
That I cannot even see
But I’m tired of pretending
This is how I’m meant to be
I’m of the opinion the past’s in the past
But people keep saying this freedom won’t last
“You’re just running away, you still haven’t changed”
So why do I keep crying over everything I’ve done?
I am stuck in a loop of hating myself
Looking over my shoulder to see if you can tell
Every word that I say drives me straight into hell
Fall back on old habits and run into the wall again
Oh I am at my wits end
I’ve been pensive for so long
Trying to figure out how I’m wrong
Saying sorry for everything
And nothing at all
I am drowning under eyes
That I cannot even see
But I’m tired of pretending
This is how I’m meant to be
I acknowledge I’m an asshole
In the natural state of things
I have attempted to change for the better
To avoid the pain that I bring
But it feels like I’m still in high school
Like time’s a flat fucking circle
Like nothing I do will be good enough
For the people I love
So can someone redeem me?
Make into a martyr
Tell ‘em “this is what happens
When you go looking for answers”
Was I aggressive? Too obsessive?
Too wild? Way too much?
This is every single thought
I have; a constant sucker punch…
I am of the opinion that people can change
If only they learned how to communicate
I cannot get anywhere while your mouth is shut
So just tell me what can I do to make it up
I have been pensive for so long
Trying to figure out how I’m wrong
Saying sorry for everything
And nothing at all
I am drowning under eyes
That I cannot even see
But I’m tired of pretending
This is how I’m meant to be
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First time listener, long time caller
Feel like a little blorbo looking for their author
You are the why behind my being
So why does my devotion to you keep on leaving
It’s not you, it’s all of them
The peanut gall’ry has me condemned.
But now I think that if you cared
You’d let me know you want me, not just sit | and | stare
I’ve never been sure if I can be allowed
In your eternal fan club, I’ve been scared
‘Til now
You won’t be the one to make me fade away
This spite of you’s the reason I will stay
Watch me run
And glow
Watch me as I find my way home
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22. |
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[instrumental]
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23. |
beetle (by ari)
01:58
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beetle
beetle
do you mind
think i do
transform
then swarm
that’s what you
walked into
(gonna be your bathwater baby,
you’ll throw me out)
beetle
beetle
refuse to
understand
elytra
weevils
all given
by wonder’s hand
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24. |
why see oh (by sketch)
07:20
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[instrumental]
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25. |
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In a world of black and white
A little color in the trees
And a fresh blanket of snowfall so bright
Against the darkness of the breeze
But by chance there was something in the distance
Something brand new
And I guess somebody above came to my assistance
When my compass led to you
I was moving without direction
Sacred and profane
Loving without affection
But you set my heart aflame
You were wearing yellow
Against cherry red
And a splash of orange color on your lips
Feathers on your head
But then you flew off before I could meet you
I guess I was too surprised to follow through
But that’s alright because I know I’m going to see you again
My compass always points to you
I wanted hear you sing
Whatever song that may be
So I kept singing hymns to you
Until your compass led to me
You looked in my direction
As I looked away
But I felt the connection
And we both decided to stay
You were wearing yellow
Against cherry red
And a splash of orange color on your lips
Feathers on your head
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26. |
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[instrumental]
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27. |
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FUCK! Connections! You don't make any sense.
FUCK! Connections! Your clues are really dense.
FUCK! Connections! I hate your stupid "jokes".
FUCK! Connections! Your existence is revoked.
I don't think that you're clever,
I don't think that you're smart.
You're breaking your own contract from the
very fucking start.
You think it's misdirection when it's
just a lazy trick.
I think that maybe it is time
TO PUNCH YOU IN THE DICK!
FUCK! Connections! You don't make any sense.
FUCK! Connections! Your clues are really dense.
FUCK! Connections! You really are a bore.
FUCK! Connections! I’ll never get all four!
*spoken/screamed*
But seriously you can't just make up a category like woodwind instruments and then FOUR OF THEM ARE ACTUAL *REED* INSTRUMENTS WHICH IS A *SUBSET* OF WOODWIND INSTRUMENTS BUT ONE OF THEM ISN'T THE MATCH!!! THAT'S JUST BULLSHIT!!!!
Oh, oh yeah, and so one day, they did the NAMES of mahjong tiles and like, alright, I guess I can kinda see it... although I bet a lot of people are like me and only know the pictograms and not the names, but like... GET! THIS! It wasn't even purple! IT WASN'T EVEN PURPLE!
Like, seriously, how was I supposed to fucking get that?!?!
IN CONCLUSION:
FUCK! Connections! You don't make any sense.
FUCK! Connections! Your clues are really dense.
FUCK! Connections! You're too late to be saved,
FUCK! Connections! I'm pissing on your grave!
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28. |
melting (by apha)
01:31
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29. |
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rapunzel, rapunzel
let down your friends
ain't it familiar?
how this story ends
rapunzel, rapunzel
let down your walls
it won’t be long
till somebody falls
somebody falls
fallen by the wayside
fallin’ apart
half a woman with
half a heart
waiting for a savior
screaming in the dark
to fix what’s broken
you’ll have to start
have to start
rapunzel, rapunzel
let down your guard
i know that first step
is real fucking hard
rapunzel, rapunzel
let down your hair
you can’t see clearly
from way up there
from way up there
fallen by the wayside
fallin’ apart
half a woman with
half a heart
waiting for a savior
screaming in the dark
to fix what’s broken
you’ll have to start
have to start
hide your face
wilting flower
can’t blame them
so you blame the tower
shield your eyes
cry and cower
all alone
in the witching hour
fallen by the wayside
fallin’ apart
half a woman with
half a heart
waiting for a savior
screaming in the dark
to fix what’s broken
you’ll have to start
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30. |
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roof on fire in my home
caving in to crush my bones
making ashes from my face
cut some lines and snort away
getting high off my decay
my pain won’t meet its end today
they say this is the only way
you ought to know just how we fade
fade
all the news is saying now
it doesn’t matter if i drown
but that’s alright, ‘cause i have found
everything is just burning down
roof on fire in this home
caving in to crush these bones
making ashes from my face
they snort my lines, high on decay
roof on fire in my home
caving in to crush these bones
making ashes from my face
snort me up and wish away
i can go away, i can go away
if you want it, if you want it, if you want me today
i’ll burn all day, i’ll burn all day, i’ll burn, i’ll burn, and we’ll all melt away
and all the news is making sure
it’s my kind you abhor
roof on fire in my home
caving in to crush these bones
making ashes from my face
getting high on my decay
did you hear what they all say?
that this is the only way
getting high on my decay
roof on fire on display
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31. |
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If someone's messaging you, and you don't know what to do, thumbs up
I've got a secret my friends, let me strongly recommend, thumbs up
When you dunno what to say, but sure, that sounds okay, thumbs up
When I've read what you sent, but I didn't really get it, thumbs up
Do you wanna go to the park, get a drink on a lark, thumbs up
Someone asks how you are, but your situation's quite bizarre, thumbs up
I've been attacked by a shark, and it's starting to get dark, thumbs up
did you read what I sent
I've been attacked by shark
oh, shit, wait, okay
help is on the way
thumbs up
hug emoji
...eyes emoji
..uhhh..
Well, ok this is hardly my fault, and it's still a good emote, thumbs up
just remember to read when your friend says they're bleeding a lot!
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32. |
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When they look back here at us as humanity, what will they see?
Will they see each of us as individuals, will they see us for who we think we are? Or will they see something else.
I don't want to be remembered as a small blip in the expanse of spacetime. I think deep down, you don't want to be either. I think that you want to be big, I think that you want the eons to remember who you are, who you have been, and who you always will be.. I know because it's what I want too. It's only natural.. existence is fleeting and so am I.. but that's the beauty of it. We get to make it whatever we want. I hope you remember that, and don't forget: I'm with you, always, there in the dark
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