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Arabian Nights
02:41
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yeah the drugs still exist, but i only do them with you
breathe in, inhale me, inside of you
your mouth, my mouth, i cant get enough
slow-motion shadows swallow us up
hit shit, spit shit, stay up all night
tinfoil on windows to keep out the light
predator of the sidewalk;
concrete eater.
so fucking evil you're rotted through?
fuck you, believe me, done worse things than you.
you watch your step or the Neighborhood will
meander where we dont know the streets
so kiss me here, on the playground swings
summon ghosts, real ones, to haunt our things
perform on the stage
the streetlights hum their applause;
it's magic: as magic as you can believe
there must be something about us (you and me)
and it's dangerous, you're dangerous to me
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2. |
Party Monster
03:30
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jesus fuck man, its gotten weird in here.
feels like a boiler room: the walls are closing in.
turn it louder 'til it hurts, party monster.
we got no one but each other but a bitter motherfucker
wants to pull open the shades, gonna ruin us.
and i dont wanna go home, im not ready to.
and if you ever hit the lights then we'll break this whole shit,
'cause i dont wanna go home -- im not going to.
jesus fuck man, it's got so complicated
we give up, i give up, so give me what you have
'cause you are what you have, and not one thing more
we got no one but each other
fucking eyes burn
here we go again
on the prowl from one scene to the other
from warehouse to your house
the night it seeps from one into another
tonight we slow burn
like 1999
turn it louder til it hurts, party monster
tonight we slow burn
neverending
and if i ever try to leave, don't you let me
second wind girl, ive been reborn again
another cut, another minute ill be ready to brawl
but dont look at me like that
when you gave my love to another
fucking eyes burn
here we go again
on the prowl from one scene to the other
from warehouse to your house
the night it seeps
from one into another
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3. |
Something New
05:50
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Let's sit on the roof
and watch the sun slide into
the corners of the houses
'til its barely out of view.
Oh, the suburbs can relate;
tonight it's hoodie weather.
And the sky will cast its hues and
paint our faces, me and...
I've made something new
And would like to share with you
But I'm a little insecure
So maybe I will tomorrow
maybe i will tomorrow
I'm worried about something
I needed you to say.
And I apologize if this is all a bit 2005,
but we're okay.
and i just forgot to tell you:
that i might not go back home tonight.
'cause this neighborhood's so cruel
and I never thought id say that i miss school
but at least i got to see...
yeah at least i got to see...
yeah at least i got to see you
every single day
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Amputated
02:22
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Wake up now.
what is time and how long
do i have to stay?
heard it in the silence;
saw it on the screen;
found it in the egress;
it amputated me.
i stay destroyed
sleep a day, a week to stem the flow:
feel me like a phantom limb of hands around your throat.
bleed away a lifetime with me;
or wrap it tight in tourniquets and saw it all away.
i stay destroyed.
god hates the world.
i hate the world.
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AOL
02:28
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fuck the internet, im not on it.
offline -- system shock.
get real. no cable.
stay in. im single player.
MIKE AND CRAIG cant get online
they're stuck on windows 95, and
how they gonna send you pics of their floppy disks no disk drive?
on your PC screenshots of their shit are your desktop.
amassed their fortune from aol stock,
6 phonelines --
don't disconnect.
fuck the net i dont wanna be on it,
world wide web, man
cant stay off it.
nice car. nice teeth. pretty girl in the front seat.
palm trees. dont you dare wish you were me.
Look like shit, feel like shit
and i wanna go home.
friday night, show time.
never leave this room.
anybody else miss 1995?
or maybe it's just me.
got chatroom-culture shock;
LOL-hypertextholic.
beige box god im a chronophobic.
you dont live in interesting times,
kill yourself for infinite lives,
NO mercy owed; NO mercy given,
game's not over til you win it.
I want your URLs: send me your shit so i can visit it.
Three letters: IRL
it only exists if you tune in,
Turn on, drop out,
install, log on AOL.
get set, sign on,
destroy, you've got mail.
unpause, reset,
molest, burn in hell.
FUCK the internet;
hope it folds.
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