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Ants Are Just Clones
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Ants are just clones, government grown and made,
And your favorite cell phone burns holes in your brain,
If you didn't know this, I'd hate to be you,
But honestly, what can we do?
Ants are evil things, plotting your demise,
And the Postal Service brings doom to all our lives,
If you've been missing out, try to save yourself,
But honestly we're already in Hell
(I mean, come on! Haven't you seen the gas prices?!?!?)
There's no way in Yahweh will I drink that purple stuff!
I swear! Marriage is just full of fluff!
Why can't the Man leave homosexuals alone?
I swear! It's starting to get under my skin! (Kinda like ants, I swear, they're gonna take over our brains!!!!)
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These belong to the original band.
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My, My, My
03:25
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The music from the muscles in my mouth have fallen out,
And caught up in the nets with the mussels and the trout (my, my, my)
They're burning all their shames high up on a cross,
But the god they've made ain't the God that they've lost (my, my, my)
The abrasions in our knees are white with times disease,
The little shots of pain are carried through the breeze (my, my, my)
They're fingers wrapped in twine are fumbling for mine,
But I think I'll keep in my pockets for a while. (my, my, my)
(MY GOD!
WHEN WILL THIS WORLD OPEN ITS EYES?!?
MY GOD!
I SWEAR WE'RE BURNING JUST TO TOUCH THE SKIES!!!)
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Possum With A Box Fiddle
02:21
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Hang your head,
And draw that bow,
And sigh a tune,
As sweet as the moon.
Past loves burn a hole in your head,
You sometimes wonder why you aren't actually dead,
But you press on, cross around your neck,
Playing your music as the pain sheds.
Wading through the waning night without a clue,
As to where or why or what to do,
Your but a seed planted in the ground,
So, my God,
cry some rain from the darkening clouds.
May praise reach His ears.
Mahogany box drawn to his neck in pride (OH!)
There's no need to run, there's no need to hide,
So lift your head, play that tune, draw that bow across,
Give praise to the One that gave you your song.
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The lyrics belong to The Taxpayers.
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Someday I want a puppy that'll breath flames at my neighbors and I'll,
Name him Kurdt Cobain, singing will be his only labor, cuz I'm
Sick and tired of chasing veins with razors,
God, give me eyes to see (or maybe eyes shooting lazers... (:-P)
Aaaah...
Someday I want a heart made of TNT
So when it breaks, I'm not the only one blown to smithereens,
And someday I'll cure all cancer, so then they'll see,
That the cancer isn't what's been eating me,
I won't fight.
Someday I want a world that isn't falling through the air,
No, I want a world that hate and pain aren't even there,
See, someday I want a peace that won't bleed everywhere,
No, I don't want a justice that easily tears.
Yeah, I want a puppy that'll breath flames at my neighbors,
And I'll name him Kurdt Cobain, singing will be his only labor,
yeah, today I want the pain to run away with the razors,
Jump in a box, in the sea, drown, and never return!
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Madeline
03:31
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So watch the moon dance with the stars,
They'll blush just as bright at wherever you are,
Your burdens are safe behind my heart's solid keep,
So put on this record and I'll sing you to sleep.
Dee, dee, dee, dee
Madeline, Madeline
I wish you were mine
So play that golden stage like it's your brandish guitar,
And I'll blush just as bright at whoever you are,
But you don't live the part till you're allowed to dream,
So put on this record and I'll sing you to sleep.
So watch the willows kiss dragonflies,
That smile on thine face my heart longs to buy,
But the tears down your face constantly weep,
So put on this record and I'll sing you to sleep.
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The King of Pine Trees
02:21
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Snow After the Dogwoods
04:15
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Let the air billow and drift out your nose,
And wrap up your sorrow like a St. Valentine's rose,
And write off your friends in unapologetic prose,
And walk about outside in the snow.
Because the weights keep on dragging at your heels,
And the picture show is sticking to the reels,
You've been dragged around time and time again, then the dogwoods bloomed,
You thought it was safe to smile, then it snowed in your room.
(There's snow outside and my lips can't decide whether to kiss it all goodbye, oh, how I've been wanting to die)
Let the cold bite and tear up your ears,
And buy your self esteem with all your fears,
Then shed your skin and take to the Ruby Piers
And wade in the waters till it clears.
I'm so confused.
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The lyrics belong to Neutral Milk Hotel.
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A Little Bit of Ghost
01:39
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He breathes a bit of ghost into my veins,
It pulls on the brakes and latches on the reins,
When my mind is too tongue tied to say:
"Praise His Name."
When the spiraling arms of love wraps my throat,
He slips in the cracks, leaks into my coat,
He moves my fingers and plays my guitar
When I don't know where YOU are.
So I'll lift my hands to God,
These wrists have bled with what You'd bought,
My nostrils cry with Your spirit,
My lungs wease with a little bit, a little bit of ghost.
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Caleb Lail Shelby, North Carolina
Caleb Lail is a multi-instrumental songwriter from Shelby, NC, dealing with topics like God and loneliness and death. Find him in a coffee shop or a mosh pit <3
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