1. |
Empathia
01:45
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Chameleon, boozy changes
Lovey-dovey, mom-to-all
Benefit of a doubt
Whispers, coquettish pout
Tee-hee at all we see
Little wiggle and sea parts
Give you my heart of hearts
The wicked aren't here
Just friends and cheer
Blue exotic
Touch hypnotic
Skin thick or thin
Sin don't exist
Listen and bask in mist
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2. |
Angsty Boys
04:06
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"Everything's rigged.
Why try?
What's the point?
We're all gonna die,"
said the smug man,
a cigarette in hand.
All talk with no plan.
He's played for a year.
Now he wants to be a star.
Doesn't even practice guitar.
Just hangs out at the bar.
Everyone's dumb;
that's why he can't succeed.
He's a genius because
he knows how to read.
Little Johnny's a nihilist,
not textbook, just violence.
His brain's an exhibitionist
exposing thoughts that make no sense.
"You wouldn't get it, man.
I'm really messed up,
a tortured artist, misunderstood.
The world's no good."
His mom baked him a pie.
Money to him his dad didn't deny.
Raised like a god, silver spoon and all.
Never enough, so he invented a fall.
Not depressed or sick,
just filled with clichés and bullshit.
"Working hard's a scam," he said.
It's easier to romanticize the dead.
The ones at the top of the food chain
are the ones who are the least sane.
They play mind games with others' pain.
They don't get it; they just explain.
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3. |
Glamthem #1
02:12
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4. |
Keep It Fake
04:35
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Ya gotta furrow your brow
Ya gotta scowl
Low brow's a cash cow
Ya gotta howl
Ya gotta think too much
Ya gotta drink
Empathy's just a crutch
Ya gotta sink
Ya gotta feel it, man
Ya gotta cry
He looks over my tan
Ya gotta die
Before you can earn my respect
He said as he sang in my dialect
That's why I keep it fake
Ya gotta do them drugs
Ya gotta pay
Just fights, no hugs
Ya gotta pray
Ya gotta get in your feels
Ya gotta feel
Go to the devil for deals
Ya gotta deal
Ya gotta romanticize
The past
Ya gotta talk down
And fast
Ya gotta talk all abstract
So no one knows
You've got no tact
That's why I keep it fake
Old men like to look at me
Talmbout how it used to be
Robotic knowledge of the blues
Even though, I've paid more dues
Fuck the 20th century
And if you fail, who cares? It's art
And if you don't, awesome! You're smart
Rumination Station is a stop to destroy your mind
I'm Dorian Grey with a conscience
Life's a play with lines to memorize
And that's okay
Stop complicating bodily functions
We're meant to live and thrive
By faking it, you will learn to survive
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5. |
Glamthem #2
02:15
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6. |
Be a Follower
03:09
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Be a follower.
Follow me.
Loving, Leading, Breeding
Giving, Needing, Reading, Bleeding, Feeding.
It's okay to be okay, okay?
Time out is fun. Learn to play.
Fighting, Mighting, Lighting,
Righting, Sighting, Knighting, Inciting, Biting.
Tough at home, weak at work.
One man's cross is another's perk.
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7. |
McDonald's Sprite
02:31
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AEIOUY
BCDFGHJKLMNPQRSTVWXZ
I want to love you and to love me
because it will make us happy,
and it will help me to believe
that all I have to do is be
someone who loves you and loves me,
and that will be all that I see
which will make life naturally
more clear and fun and more holy
like birds and grass and a big tree
under which I sit with such glee
in woods so serene and breezy
steeped in glows that make me hazy
as I slink about so sleazy
like a slug, I strut so lazy
but with grace ecstatically,
I ogle joys unknown quickly;
never has it been more pretty
nature, oh how you are lovely
with blooms strewn about in the sea
of seas in seas of seas of z
that buzz and buzz all over me
awash in sap and drunk on brie
as I flout about in a lee
stripping myself of lies that we
don't need to believe; the true key
is that the beauty does not flee,
it stays if you want to be free.
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8. |
Wisdom
01:11
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"When you're older, you'll understand.
It gets colder. Time moves like sand
through the hourglass so fast.
So make the good times last,"
the old man said to me,
as he smiled with little empathy.
"I'm a wise one. So brave."
He thinks the young ones don't behave.
So tough. So smart.
Men like him play the part.
Stop wasting my time.
Give me peace, no more crime.
No more empty quotes.
No more anecdotes
to use as power over me.
I just wanna be free.
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9. |
Flickering Frown
02:16
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10. |
LLL
02:26
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11. |
Burnished Cinders
02:31
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12. |
Rayograph of Daisies
01:44
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Sleeping at the world's edge, a petal in hand
A kiss from a decade ago lingers on my lips
Hoping for some triumphant nostalgia
The brigade of bums, each armed with a blunt badger
To gnaw at my spirit but they're mistaken
They need a beaver
I'm a pushover, a fucking somebody in storage
I don't purchase your fucks, you fucks
A damsel in distress edging for centuries
Until a knight in tinsel joins in the fun
I walk at night on the concrete campus, meditating glamorous
Yellow streetlamps are feu follets that beguile me to a life of prayer
Alone, a digital gust of wind licks in tongues to future civilizations dead
Somewhere between Joan of Arc and Black Christina Hendricks
A flower is faxed to the goddess of Ƶ
Bouquet of flames frizzy
Doesn't need to ask permission as it sublimates
Into the infinite dusk
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13. |
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Eyelashes! Baltimore, Maryland
Baltimore songstress Eyelashes! cut her teeth performing as Baggypantsrich in the 2010s under the microgenre of glam folk: sad melodies, a backbeat, and glam rock attitude. After a move to NOLA, she took on the name Eyelashes! Initially an experimental venture, glam found its way back in the mix after relocating to LA. Now back in Charm City, she continues to craft her unique brand of DIY rock. ... more
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