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Magnetic I's
03:02
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You got me living in a bottle
You bite, you chew, you spit, I swallow
Now I think you’re going to miss it
I dug a hole outside your basement
You got me dying in your dream
Where I only kick and scream
Now I’m thinking what I want
As opposed to what I should not
Magnetic eyes, going straight into my head
Magnetic eyes, now my feet feel full of lead
I try and fool everyone with my new pretense
I talk talk talk talk talk but I’m making sense
I don’t know what it is that always attracts
I try and run away while also running back
Magnetic eyes, going straight into my head
Magnetic eyes, now my feet feel full of lead
Magnetic eyes, you got me stuck inside your plans
Magnetic eyes, I’m just a plaything in your hands
I’m getting twisted up, I’m feeling like a pet
Once I shuddered, now I’m in love with regret
Now I’m not getting older, I’m just going down
I see you and I want no one else around
Magnetic eyes, magnetic eyes, magnetic eyes, magnetic eyes
Magnetic, sympathetic, so synthetic eyes
Magnetic, sympathetic, so synthetic eyes
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2. |
Traditional Fish Sex
01:53
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3. |
Boy's Club
01:46
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Oh, you’re feeling really tuff today
And you’re dressed to kill
Think you got me down submissively
Got me bending to your will
Do this, don’t do that, oh no
And I just could never give a fuck
About your speech and politics
The holy sacrament of boy’s night out
Nothing could be worse than this
You hate me and I don’t blame you
All together shitty attitudes
Tell me what it takes to be a man
Go on keep explaining to me
On which track my life should be
Since you made the standard for masculine
And you finally realize
You don’t fit into no mold
Body parts dictating actions
Rules for archaic worlds
Do this, don’t do that, oh no
And I urge you not to give a fuck
Live how you’re comfortable
Smash the walls of this empirical
Congregation of boy’s club
They hate me and now you, too
One, two, three shitty attitudes
Telling us what it takes to be men
They’ll explain to you and me
On which tracks our lives should be
Since they made the standard for masculine
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I’ve been led to water, but I’ve never had a drink
I’d be going further, but I never learned to think
Now I’m back from adventure, I’ll tell you what I have seen
Imaginary colors, the kind you only find in dreams
If I tried to ascertain why I’m feeling good today
You would only laugh at me and say
“You’re not feeling good, you’re just feeling how you should
Get your eyes off the ground and look”
Feeling stuck in corners, faking only brief modesty
Patriarchal covers, sucking life away from me
Selling me redemtion, low prices and broken things
Saying talk is so cheap, but I got no money
If I tried to ascertain why I’m feeling good today
You would only laugh at me and say
“You’re not feeling good, you’re just feeling how you should
Get your eyes off the ground and look”
I’ve been led to water
I’d be going further
Selling me redemption
Saying talk is so cheap
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5. |
Wing Attack Plan R
02:40
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Listen Mandrake, I’ll tell you why
Sent B-52s up in the sky
No one takes me seriously
This fluoride's not for dentistry
My fluids are precious, my essence is mine
Not to be poisoned by commie slime
If we act, without authority, the bombs will wipe out their whole country
Sitting here, airforce abode
I’m the only one with recall codes
It’s too late, no turning back
No ones’ god can take this plan off track
I beat the system to save our kind
I’ll be a hero when my corpse they find
Self inflicted gunshot wound
I’ll take this with me to the tomb
There is a doomsday machine setting off a nuclear winter for 95 years
The President and Premier are helpless to stop this attack on all of mankind
Why’d you keep it a secret? Surprise
Cracked the code, peace on Earth
Rippers body is in a hearse
But what’s that, one plane left
Under the radar, a nuclear threat
What do we do? Plan for the worse
Can’t do women and children first
We need leaders to emerge
In our wake we leave a power surge
We need brains, we need brawn
We need pretty ladies who want to spawn
We’ll survive, the chosen few
But no mistake, I’ve more power than you
Doc you’re brilliant, it’s not so bad
In this shelter I can’t be sad
Let’s get to it, no more talk
Holy shit, mein fuhrer I can walk
There is a doomsday machine setting off a nuclear winter for 95 years
The President and Premier are helpless to stop this attack on all of mankind
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6. |
So Long, Suzanne
05:11
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So long Suzanne, I guess we did the best that we can
but now it’s over
The only thing that surprises me is that we didn’t learn to
hate each other
And by the by, you never told me your real name
I suppose that’s fine
Because I, I never told you mine
And all the shame and all the ways and all the things that we learned
It makes no difference, what’s the point? As far as you’re concerned
So long Suzanne
So long Suzanne, I guess I’ll never forget the times
that we had
The altered books, the tattered looks, and everything
on that unmade bed
And as you left, you turned a whispered something
so soft and deep
But I never heard a word, the wind just carried it away
And all the shame and all the ways and all the things that we learned
It makes no difference, what’s the point? As far as you’re concerned
So long Suzanne
And all the games, and all the lives
And all the wrongs, and all the rights
And all the laughs, and all the tears
And all the highs, and all the beer
And all the dumb, and all the free
And all the broken t.v. screens
And all the red, and all the dirt
And all the fire with which bridges burnt
And all the sweat, and all the tension
And all the lost, and all the wishin’
And all the things that helped us breathe
And all the smiles that you gave to me
And all the things that we knocked down
And all the shit we smeared on this town
And all and all and all and all and all and all and all…So long Suzanne
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7. |
Broken Consciousness
01:44
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Oh and it seems my dreams are always colliding
Get my thoughts together just to make them feel divided
I know it's true, and it's nothing new
Every time I go out, I dread I'm running late
If I never leave my room, I'll never go insane
I don't want fun, stuck in a revolving door of dumb
I just can't wait, it's been too long, bored of desperation looking for a home
Nothing is working, everything is broken
Mom and dad are fighting, and me, I'm just laughing
I'll take what's left, life with no cause and too much effect
Now that I make sense, I'm going to write a letter
Burn it in a fire, the words return to sender
I'm going mad, written words of broken consciousness
I just can't wait, it's been too long, bored of desperation looking for a home
I have no home, and I'm not alone, voices echo in this room with everyone
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8. |
Domestic Ghost
02:02
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Finally I found a way to live my life without that shitty
state of mind which dictates I got to get rich, succeed before I
die, I just can’t believe in such a sad philosophy,
that takes away everything, and gives back nothing
I admire all of my friends, their beautiful smiles and impressive wits
makes me want to be like them, it give me something to believe in
and oh I’m always left wanting more, that’s why I ain’t ever closing this door
and if you ever feel lost ashore, come back friend there’s always room for more
Serpentine times curls its way around my mind suffocating
simple nice and things that give off pale shine, leaving only
see through bleak and heavy handed mentality, demanding
on callused knee a more clever way to record my most deafening screams
Mercury inside our veins, pumping production but forming pains
that claim we should never ask for more, collect secret things from inside our core
clear large paths for those things you hide, to never fill up the longing inside
of our similar taste and broken kind, two kamikazes intertwined
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9. |
Betty's Hong Kong Parts
02:31
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A malfunction, a new notion, swimming all around in my head
My programing says I ought to stop it, but I don’t think I’ll listen to it
I learned emotion, and this convulsion, it puts a little smile on my face
I’m going to break free, and then I’ll see, what this world has to offer me
My heart is made of plastic
My brains are made of metal and bolts
Don’t believe in any gods
But something had to make us the way we are
The labeling on my back says my parts were made in Hong Kong
But I don’t feel very asian, nah man, I don’t think that’s where I’m from
They want to capture me, take me apart, find out where I went wrong
I know I’m just a little robot girl, but don’t I deserve a chance to live?
My heart is made of plastic
My brains are made of metal and bolts
Don’t believe in any gods
But something had to make us the way we are
I gave myself a name just yesterday, call me Betty
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