1. |
The Juice (intro)
02:12
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2. |
Flesh Eating Bees
03:01
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Flying up your ass
Flitting through the grass
Fuzzy and evil beasts
They’re gonna have a feast
Flesh eating bees
(x8)
Won’t help to run
Won’t help to hide
They’re gonna find you anyway
And eat out your eyes
Flesh eating bees
(x8)
They’ve eaten your family
They’ve eaten your friends
They've eaten your home
Given us a cleanse
Flesh eating bees
(x24)
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3. |
Pacific, NW
03:11
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walls open up around me
back to the safety of the greenery
the rain comes pouring down
flowing through my hair and to the ground
i've been dry, down and dry
i've been missing that old world
into a river, eyes shift to the sky
a hill of green and gold
Northwest
The Island Calls
Goodbye Dry
Hello Grey Skies
life is a crazy thing
and i'd like to have the key
stop twisting my bones
stop it, stop it, i just need to follow
the path
the Path
The path
The Path
Pacific
Los Angeles
Northwest
The Moon
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4. |
Small Man (interlude)
00:58
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There is a small man
He lives in my van
He's just a little anxious, that's okay
Leave him be
(x2)
Leave him be
(x7)
Small man will become a corpse
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5. |
BLACK HOLE
01:42
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6. |
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(Bob Ross)
Bend the brush,
make those little leaves and branches pop right out at you
There he comes
these little son of a guns hide in your brush,
and you just have to push 'em out
Eyeballs staring down the drain
looking for something to find
Falling deep into my mind
Feeling tingles up my spine
(chorus)
The smell of paint turns me on
So fresh, so fine
The smell of paint turns me on
Take a big whiff, give me some more
treats and goodies on a plate
they all look so tasty for me to eat
yum so fresh, yum so fine
what a surprise, they’re synthetic drugs
(chorus)
Seeing pink orbs in the air
starting to fall, starting to stare
throwing up on the kitchen floor
getting back up, looking for more
(chorus)
Smells so good, smells so fine
It opens up my one good eye
To see the light, the truth inside
The doors now open, can’t run and hide
(chorus)
(Bob Ross)
sometimes you learn more from mistakes than you do from trying so hard
so anytime,
anytime you make a mistake,
before you get upset with it,
look at it
sometimes little mistakes,
turn into be the best learning devices we have
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7. |
Tiger
04:24
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The tiger
He destroyed his cage
Yes
YES
The tiger is out
(Nael, Age 6)
We move forwards
without a sound
Forwards deep into the ground
But that’s where we once were
and will be
when the sun is gone
Hair we’re loosing, plants the field
a thousand offspring we won’t know
Grey, grey, grey, grey
Do we see, how far we’ll be
When the world takes hold
Join us in the heat tent
It’s nice and warm
Full of hair
so full of hair
Hair everywhere
Hair everywhere!!
(chorus - x2)
I wanna dress as a real ass tiger
skip that furry shit, I wanna be a tiger
eat some meat, tear apart the earth
by the time we’re done, everything will be gone
tiger impersonation
(growling noises)
No matter who i’ve tried to be
It’s always turned its back on me
my bones filled with anxiety
on this rock, a tiny flea
(bruhbruhbruhbruh)
There’s someone there waiting for you
Ready to tear you in two
deep inside your heart,
No two are apart
It’s up to you, to take the world
and pin it by it’s heels
It’s okay to be what you wanna be
as long as you’re not a creep
Why won’t you accept my tiger obligations
I just wanna dress as a tiger and not have financial problems
I just wanna eat my breakfast
I just wanna eat my neighbor
I just wanna be noticed
in this godforsaken wasteland
(chorus - outro)
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8. |
/bās kat/
03:23
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We’ve come this far
so why doesn’t it feel like enough
Don’t come to my doorstep
begging for candy
I don’t have any
We feel like piles of lead
Look at all i’ve done
How much is gone, and out of the way
My world is a couple of names
I give myself the blame
The sun begins to rise, heralding the coming of a new day
It shines over the crisp, snowy peaks of the distant mountain range
casting the light in a mixture of dark shadows and enveloping warmth
The small men that live in other’s vans on the mountain
don’t seem to mind the sun, despite their affinity for the indoors.
They step out into the light, basking in the warmth,
watching a small bee land on one’s finger and nibble at his cuticle.
This offends the man. Now the bees are gone.
The men start to paint the mountain, coating it in a smelly, viscous shade of red
the light shines perfectly, blinding the eyes of the tigers,
which leave small, red paw prints as they run back up the sides of the rocky cliff
and will go hungry for another day.
The moon sits, solitary, in the sky
It captures all light, surrounding itself in a glowing aura, like a black hole
watching down and casting its soft, turquoise shine
across the mountainside, and the little men that live within
They look up to the night sky and wonder
what else is up there?
past the limits of our sky, what else can exist?
Will the earth subsequently collapse, foreshadowing the coming of a higher species?
Of some power bigger than us?
Is there a God? Is he, she, or It prepared for whats to come of the human race?
The oceans, the moon, the sky, the land will tell the small men of their fate.
What they really deserve in their tiny hellscape of their own creation.
What’s left to do?
The “bass cat” is a rare scientific phenomena
not much is known yet, by our community
but the hard work we’ve already invested won’t let us give up now.
Ladies and gentlemen, never let anxiousness regarding unknown territories or vast worlds of knowledge yet explored hold you back.
The time to act is now.
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9. |
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Emoclew er'uoy
Sknaht. Od I fi dnim t'nod, mmm
¿Asomim, erom rof erac uoy dluow
So Incredible
Uuaaah, Mr. Incredible
Aaauhhhh
Mr. Incredible
Mr. Incredible
Marry me, Mr. Incredible
He's so, Incredible
{Don't mind if I do}
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LAC4 Bainbridge Island, Washington
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