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Nonsense Isn't Awful
03:11
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speak in riddles, speak in tongues
it's all a mystery
your words, enigmatic
twist reality
spitting poison, pompous prompts
turn the page for me
books of scripture stole from gods
a liver a day's the fee
help me make sense of all of this
i can't seem to find my placement
nonsense isn't awful when you speak it
help me make sense of this
lost all meaning in our songs
singing frantically
grasping onto straws at random
save the short for me
fickle games with stupid prizes
life's a silly thing
win or lose, its all forgot
appraised in infamy
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Pony Play
02:37
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i’m feeling good but i’m looking rough
leathers on and soft to the touch
you dress me up just how you want
i’ll be a gift horse for you to flaunt
adjusting the blinders nice and tight
i might fix on your bite
resolve the appetite that can’t be satiated
how about a carrot, or a sugar cube would that do?
i cant hear you, i cant hear you-
stomp a hoof for me
long in the tooth with bit in my mouth
shoes are off and hoofs are out
i might be old but i’m not glue yet babe
i’m a blue ribbon mare, i wanna run in the show
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Barb Tarbox
04:05
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i thought i had
a plan for everything
it turns out you can't
make plans perpetually
i’d like a chance
to try it all again
take in that smoke
now breath out
walking a mile
in my head, bound in place
nursing a chest
can’t read your poker face
i’d like a chance
to try it all again
take in the smoke
now breathe out
i can change I wanted to
but i should know me better
didn't think it'd be this bad
i guess you knew me better
one more til i quit for good
just waiting on the weather
higher ground avoid the flood
move on to greener pastures
throw in the towel
fucked up colossally
need to succumb
to a reality
that i cant accept
maybe won’t
take in the smoke
now breathe out
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Fluid Spewer
02:19
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blinded by competition, aced two auditions
measure worth at the right age for malnutrition
“what is this, a steel crate?" questioned ambition
corporate smiles, herding hands
bark out abhorrent commands
waking up in a panic, drowning in bodies
teaching everybody to purge as a hobby
on an industrial scale, i’ll yell out "not these"
cattle of fluid spewers, not a one fucking pursuer
nicotine as currency two hundred sq ft in the middle
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Long Way
04:14
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go home and take the long way
bud wants to let that riff play out
it brings me to a better place
nearly makes up for his bad days
so here i am
lost inside myself again
and i find it kind of strange
that i ever knew the way
cant seem to work that door
i thought would always be open
if i knew i’d be shut out
i’d have hidden a key
and all the nights i thought i lost
i welcome back as they rush in
i struggle to contain myself
as they hold on me like an old friend
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Exib London, Ontario
post-punk dipped in egg yolk from london ontario. profile illustration by Sophia Rose
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