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Komposite Sketch
01:58
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Komposite sketch the face of power
Let your light shine like an LED
Doodle lines that come to mind
Metamorphose into anything
Silence makes this airplane a pleasure
Swearwords threaten postcards like a raincloud
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Pop Rocks in PO Boxes
01:43
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Pop rocks in PO boxes
Candy cigarettes and chocolates
Check all applicable boxes
Make a list of previous doctors
My sights are sore
Who do you do this for?
Talk shop in a dirty smock
The connection is tenuous
A dim light reflects
Off the woodgrain
And slowly seeps
Into your brain
You'll sleep through
The harder parts of the rain
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3. |
Push the Text Around
02:25
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I push the text around
I wrap the text around myself
I run the text aground
Next stop: lost and found
Revive the horse and kill it again
Of course we bring it back and kill it again
Pound sign we make the same sound
Stop sign we make the same sound
Sing song we make the same sound
We freaks we make the same sound
Too early to deny
Signifier signifies, yeah
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4. |
Question Sets
01:34
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Don't question the question set
Don't upset the question set
All beset by questions sets, no
The word no drags it out
The word want wakes it up
The word yes ends the dream
The word like lends a hand
(The word, the object, the alcoves hidden in sand)
Sex in the hidden alcoves
the hidden grottos
the hidden grapevine groves
(It's our last shot at intelligibility)
Heah?
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Reiterbug
00:43
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Everything you can say I can say as well
Tell me please what you said, please repeat yourself
You repeat, I repeat, dripping from the record heat
Standing, dancing in the street
Pete, repeat
Litigation is sex to me
Unmitigated joy it brings
Reiterate the commonplace
The comitragic, the useless, the classic
Reiterbug, I got it, I got it!
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6. |
The New Forms
02:57
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Hi! I'm looking for a name
And don't forget the trouble that I went to
For your benefit and gain
Make it distinguished so everyone defers
Send it out to all the madams and sirs
I wanna try it on, take it to a party,
See how we get along
Sure, it's always a safe bet
The best plan yet,
The great confidence game, a name
This is the end of the song: END
Attention: the sound of the poles,
the telephone poles, the telephone calls
The page in the hall (?)
If you would just let me name you,
Name a few things
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We are the lilies growing out of your landfills,
sound from sound separated at birth.
In the dark serrated hands caress
the well-to-do financial analysts.
I'm not afraid of the dark:
the silence just embarrasses me;
the silence comes, encompasses me,
sleeping underneath the coma tree.
We got the skills to pay for the pills.
We got the skills to pay for the refills.
We got the coin to purse your lips.
We got the quills to dip in your oil spills.
Severance is leverage.
Locked in time we pulsate like
twins on the astroturf,
buying out the burnin' up.
Partners in the dance crime.
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We Transport
02:13
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1 + 1 what do you get? (3)
Add 1 (4)
New news media infiltrates the door
Add 1 (more!)
Licked clean
We're staining your shore
Stand clear!
Battering ram the door
It's a hot ride
An out ride outside
Wild ride
Vehicular homicide
Wrong side
right time, hot crime
Sleep tight, stupid and white
Fat on Dunkin Donuts
Spilling your guts on the bus
Aw, don't be shy, it's just us
Lost, blind, your kind, my kind
Lost love, choke on an orange rind
Orange line, never ever on time
Hot ride, vehicular homicide
The lost shock didn't last long
Not to say it was exactly wrong
Rather a childish song
Sung sing-song in a bathroom stall, huh!
Thick gray paint like a prison wall
Baby bear that ruffled your hair
And said he'd eat you alive
I wonder now, did he really eat you alive?
It's a hot ride
An out ride outside
Wild ride
Vehicular homicide
Wrong side
right time, hot crime
Street sign, fade in the windchimes
Lost, blind, your kind, my kind
Lost love, choke on an orange rind
Orange line, never ever on time
Hot ride, vehicular homicide
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