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Noise Foley
06:14
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(From the perspective of the self, which is inherently confused emotion and ultimately insubstantial:)
I'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna chill
I'm just tryna chill
And listen to noise
With you
Ain't got health insurance
What a broken trope in song
Everybody's singing songs
About their shit when they can shit
I couldn't shit for days
Mother Milk of magnesia
Deliver yr foolish son
Unblock the channels
Of body and of soul
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2. |
White Sands
03:06
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In a place so beautiful
We combined the elements
To be able to destroy
Entire cities and its people
But can the atom bomb
Truly destroy suffering?
What do we do
With an outer weapon
When we can't even
Conquer our own demons?
Sit and think about it.
Then take a rest
Take it all in
And let it all go
I really fucking hope
That said elements come together
Within ourselves
To destroy our tendencies
Which make hell for each other
And ourselves
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3. |
I'm at the Tourism Bar
02:50
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I'm at the tourism bar
I smell like I've been
Sleeping in a tent for days
Greatest generation that lives
Can't even handle
The way we live
They can't even handle
The smell of bodies
Which I can understand
Maybe just a little
But clearly bodies
Are the cause of
Everybody's suffering
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Vajra Song
04:37
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What's the point
Of singing a vajra song
When birds will sing it for you
When the breeze will sing it for you
When the creek will sing it for you
When the bells of silence
Are ringing in your mind
When someone says something
It's gone the instant it's spoken
So why do anything else?
I'll just shut up and chill
Chill with you
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6. |
Just Woke Up Blues
02:27
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I wake up when I do
And when I do
I got some blue
I sip my coffee
And I see red
My screen divides
And joy is dead
Why does this happen
When I lose my sight
My murky mind
My urge to fight
Life's a lot more
Than just black or white
Cool the hell
Freeze the rain
Melt the ice
Take a nice bath
Wash away
The bad taste
Covered in mess
Everyone's best
I forgot
That I love it all
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7. |
Ode to Link Wray
02:18
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8. |
Hellish Heaven Rag
03:36
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In some people's heaven
There's a false god
The mind of man
Who makes demands
Make hell for folks
Who are just trying to get by
We're all just trying to get by
We're all just the same
Stop trying to enforce
Rules that are made up
Just shut up and relax
I pay you and you pay me
This dollar turns the world
When that dollar's gone and spent
You think you'd be alright
But in truth that ole wheel keeps turning
Unsatiated passions burning
Rich folk snicker while poor folk toil
I'd like to burn the rich folk in oil
But then that'd mean I was in hell
We're all just trying to survive
But at the cost of being alive
Exploitation of you and yr family
What would you do to survive
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9. |
Darth Star
05:27
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Alex Homan St. Petersburg, Florida
Alex Homan is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and frequent musical collaborator most recently based in Vermont. His collaborative projects include Tendrills, Delaware Dan, Plake 64 & the Hexagrams, and Heumann Homan Highway, among others.
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