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results are in and I'm the idiot son
confession sessions going live in three two one
cursed with receptive expressions but the heart's hard of hearing
split between wining and dining and beering and gearing
you ever seen seams fall apart at the seams?
sew it all together, i'm a fucking dream
mama's got us fretting but we're betting we're the prodigal ones
idiot daughters
idiot sons
idiot daughters
idiot sons
caught in flagrant adulation of everything wrong
idiot daughters
idiot sons
cry
oh nurturing ones
cry
oh nurturing ones
what's analogous to animal stresses?
used to treasure my mind and now I clean up its messes
missed a trick or two to kickers but that's unimportant
climbed the mountain of compassion but the peak was dormant
nothing's worth pursuing if there's no guarantees
everything I need I can get OTC
papa always told us that he doesn't do the dishes for fun
idiot daughters
idiot sons
idiot daughters
idiot sons
cry, oh nurturing ones
cry, oh nurturing ones
knowing how the whole thing ends
knowing how the cuckoos fool the starlings
I think we'd all like to be the former
but we don't all get to choose
we don't all get to choose
Sometime the eggs get loose
Knowing how the whole thing ends
We don’t all get to choose
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Virile Crocodile Sweat
02:52
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This boring blood
from me it bleeds
a parting gift
between two thieves
but when i start to revel in it
is when it stops
we should know by now
every word I mean
is lifted from pop philosophy
and those I don't
are principally
the over-nurtured kind
why even bother placing a bet
when most of the fights are a fix
but sometimes somebody dies and we forget
it's bright as a headlight
fragrant as freesias
or virile animal sweat
but nobody's noticed the taste has gone just yet
it's of its time,
it's Wittgenstein
It's thinning words in turpentine
it's how the rooster makes his screeching
both wise and kind
it's cats and monkeys
monks and dames,
it's flipping quips from George and James
but when i start to revel in it
is when it stops
and when i start to revel in it
is when it stops
it's rehearsed hypotheticals
that posture as radical
and mostly the crowd's unimpressed
but sometimes somebody dies and they forget
I'm still short on charisma
dependent on stamina
and virile crocodile sweat
but nobody's noticed the taste has gone just yet
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YOWL London, UK
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“all brutal detail and faultless frustration” DIY
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