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i sold my heart; i kept my soul/i opened up; i'm still not full/i'm still a ****; you're still a jet/i'm full of love; yr full of shit/or so it goes; or so it stays/i stole the sun; all the starz raze/i took apart yr tv--i made it look easy...hey, hey/i couldn't make you love me; tryna take it easy/i took apart yr tv, yeah; & then u took apart me. & if u love the ****, you can call it big daddy; if you love the moon, y don't u love me? y don't y don't? i'm the only black **** with black I's--the black **** in the black sky. yr glowin now baby; cuz i'm yr blacklight.
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We’re so wishy washy
On and offy on and offy
On and off on and onny
On and onny on and onny
On and off she/I’m
So nauseous
I'm so gnoshus ha j ma
Were-sow nosches
Wishy washy toe
I’m so lost
I’m Kob(r)ayashi eating hot dogs
Goin’ for gnoshies, nachos with cheese, nachos with cheese
Wishy wishy
Wishy washy
Moving towards total annialation, turnin' the station
Twistin’ the knobs; radiation
Radio waves; radio nation
We’re so wishy, we’re so washy
We’re so on, and we’re so offy
Absolution headed for saintly r e solution
well
I got lost and now I’m God-cheese
She’s counting stars
She’s off her rocker next to Mars
Upon a locker filled with things I couldn’t write
I couldn’t tell you; couldn’t fight it
Where is she? When the stars spin around?
When you’re born in the day$
And you’re marked by the pound?
You’re spun around and around, and the days go fast, & times don’t last
M o v in towards to t a l ann i hilation
We’re so wi shy wa shy (ad infinitum) 2:23
I’m so wa shy (it’s complicated)
Wis hy wa shy, wi shy wa shy
bloody fingers, awful monsters,
On and off she wish
She wash, she wish, she on, she offy
We’re so wishy washy —on and offy
On and on we’re lost; she’s standing
Upon a locker on a star --she’s counting stars
she’s off her rocker
She’s on the planet Mars eating Mars Bars
Stalking cannibals in cars counting sheep
Counting bars that she hopped to —busy flies
Bizzy bizzy bees, dragonfly’s lazy days
Summer Places & The Summer Faces
Stowaways
I Love the Trees,
the Gentle Breeze,
the Gentle People, Gentle Places
Lots of things to do & people to meet
I’m the kinda guy who stays on my feet; I don’t get lost; I don’t wander out
I keep it straight
I shout it out: “I don’t pay attention to the distance
Or dissonance and distances and fishing dens and missions and wishies
She’s off her rocker next to Mars
Upon a locker filled with things
I couldn’t write the wrongs she’d bring
If I held her in Spring,
by Fall we’d be as distant as the stars
I’m lost; I’m lost: I’m searching evil locker
I’m l os t o n s e a m a zes."
movin' toward total anti-elation
we'll change the world
juh muh pel
ein claus mit s.o.s. pitt a
peaceful station peaceful waves peaceful faces peaceful waves in peaceful faces
in peaceful places,
peaceful ways.
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wandering, not lost
02:42
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the meek
02:05
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black magic
02:22
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the dead states
03:00
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oatmeal's gone stout
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the slow arrow of beauty
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yes we can
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sausage in my pocket
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