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Acid Genes
03:22
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Heaven is Stranger than your head on my TV
Acid washes out of eyes just like blue jeans, just like blue jeans
It died in your eye when your heart felt so full
Pulling back the scalp seeing marbled skull, marbled skull
Don't puke sun in your hands
Just to burn like that
Don't puke sun in your hands
Ah no not to burn like that
I see them holding hands
Man that looks happy
Joanie thinks I wouldn't understand
About being happy
Don't puke in sun in your hands
Just to burn like that
Don't puke sun in your hands
Ah no not to burn like that
Dying to swim in you
Know I'd be happy
Joanie thinks I wouldn't know what to do
About being happy happy happy happy
(secret muffled spoken word)
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Can't walk away
I don't walk away
Echo bleeds out of the ear
Rippling from my heart
Totally wrong about the back country
Sun whispers down on fertile ground
I won't walk away
Can't walk away
I won't walk away
Feel the way it sees
rolling joints in the grass
I will start again in the back country shade
No roads coming in to my back country shade
See the way you feel
Rolling joints in the grass
I will start again in the back country shade
No roads coming in to my back country shade
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3. |
Ah Don't Die
03:01
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Sitting next to you
Trying to help you through
ohhhhhhhhhhh
Imagine sunny hills
Watch their heads roll down
ohhhhhhhhh they're long gone
Waste deep in flowers
They feel high on us
ohhhhhhhhh
Braiding daisy crowns
Somewhere else now
ohhhhhhhh we're long gone
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4. |
Down Under
03:40
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In Gloom
02:57
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Conscious Sun burning holes
In my pretty dead Dead Head
Lost gaze stuck on the gloom wave
Loving gaze with something to say
I'll tell you how
Pretty it looks
When it all goes gloom
Some thing's float, but you don't
You just sink into the grass
And let the light put spots in your eyes
Pretend that light is that thing when you die
I'll tell how
Pretty it looks
When it all goes gloom
Conscious Sun burning holes
In my pretty dead Dead Head
Hey you in your skin
Why did you have to let it in
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6. |
Total Dose
03:31
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Eye School is never what you want
I would do just about anything
Am I completely wasted wasting it
A total dose of the human brain
Suicide Eye never falls behind
It's a sin to ever feel so down
All drums detune to a hit of you
Acid and love are all you ever do
Eye School is never what you want
I would do just about anything
All drums detune to a hit of you
Acid and love are all you ever do
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7. |
Spokane Werd
03:13
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A whistle blowing spit on a golden diary
Sensations that somehow physically rhyme in sync with a crystal heart
Full of champagne that could easily be mistaken for perfume
Off beat head tired of being around
Young and nowhere
Passing time in a Fleshy bubble
Floating in a bloody soda
See my sugar sad and sweet
Rain swept the streets
A Clean morning
Avenue
Sun is bouncing off the water like a mirror and a moonbeam
Sweltering smiles covered with a black veil
I aint walking anywhere
Suppose I'm just trying to feel
Wind, Exhaustion, sensuality in a falling leaf
Leaves fall like tears on an overplayed record
I'm tired of getting sad to this
Okay
Yeah
I'll feel better
Like warm fur on a sleeping cheek
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8. |
Iz Garden
03:01
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What do you want to know about it?
I couldn't care less about space
because I see an ocean of flowers
Growing out of my eyes when I look at your face
I was in you garden
Heads in the mud
Was painting you the colors
That I see when we touch
What do you want to know about it?
I couldn't care less about space
because I see an ocean of flowers
Growing out of my eyes when I look at your face
We were in your garden
Fingers stuck in your hair
You were drawing an island
Of undead flowers everywhere
We were in your garden
Fingers stuck in your hair
You were drawing an island
Of undead flowers everywhere
We were in your garden
Fingers stuck in your curls
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Paintings always in my face
Lips explode like fireworks in the hand of spirit
You know that's in my heart
Her head tilts, I find my desire in it
You know that's in my heart
Mouth corners float up into the scalp
You know that' in my heart
It's plain goodness and I don't wanna talk about it
You know that's in my heart
Paintings always in my face
Loaded faces, I can't get away
Don't know how that blossom will flower
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Dead Stems
04:02
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I was over
I was out
I could tell myself about everything I wouldn't want
But I could tell
I get down on my knees in the salty shallow seas praying to the Moonchild
It pushes back and forth
And I was out
I was out
But I could tell it all
I grow up
I grow dead just like yellow flower stems
Better colors on my tops
But you could tell
Don't show me my own ghost
Keep my heavy head afloat with a strawberry dream that I can taste
And I was out
And I was out
Stop
And start to tell it
I was over
I was tired
I could tell my skull 'so what' and do everything I want
But I sit down
I see movies in my face
Couldn't tear that girl away
Could see that her whole while was over now
And I was out
I was out
Time
So that's gone
There's no action
There's no action
There's no action
My light
There's no action
And i'm so Bored
Yeah so what
Yeah so what
It don't matter
It doesn't matter anymore
I trust that
I trust that
I trust that
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11. |
Palm Mutations
03:09
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I was such a goner then
I was just a goner when I would leave
I was such a goner then
You were such a goner when you would leave
Waking from a body death
Summer blood is still dead
It moves heavy on my
Days low
I know
Out there
Out there
All by myself
And I
Stop my
Walk to lull
And gaze
All by myself
Hearing No Joy outside on a park bench
I can't believe
Blame it back and forth
Drifts of clouds that move my sensual desires
Tell me it ain't dead
Tell me I was never dead
It's
It's easy
Days low
I know
Out there
Out there
All by myself
And I
Stop my
Walk to lull
And gaze
All by myself
All my water is dead
I'm dead
All my water is dead
I'm dead
All my water is dead
I'm dead
I was such goner then
I was such goner when
I would leave
I was such a goner then
You were such a goner when
you would leave
Days low
I know
Out there
Out there
All by myself
And I
Stop my
Walk to lull
And gaze
All by myself
All my water is dead
I'm dead
All my water is dead
you're dead
All my water is dead
you're dead
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12. |
Werm Noize
00:25
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13. |
Peach Sunset
01:43
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Blooming eyelids opening
I can taste your peach
Peach sunset diving in it
Dear your dawn is me
Sweet as it ever was
In that green river
I'd like to always go to
to wherever you are growing
You don't owe me a single thing
but your time
but your time
but your time
Blooming eyelids opening
I can taste your peach
Peach sunset diving in it
Dear your dawn is me
Sweet as it ever was
In that green river
I'd like to always go to
to wherever you are growing
You don't owe me a single thing
but your time
but your time
but your time
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Ah God Portland, Oregon
Ah God is heavy fuzzed-out art grunge with a DIY recording ethic. Heavy drum beats are carried to your ears softly and sweetly on the backs of stoney guitar melodies of the utmost sensuality. Straight out of Portland, OR, Ah God freshly emerges from the current scene, coming at you with loud bouquets of floral punk and the fuzzy sweetness you didn't know your life was missing. ... more
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These folks are great music masters in all sense of the phrase. Also great buds who help my mix down all of my tracks! love this band forever
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BECAUSE IT IS, these folks are great at being weirdos and playing nothing but non-stop hits
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