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Re-Medicator
03:01
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I think somethings going wrong inside his head. The medicine will keep him high.
I think somethings going wrong inside his head. The medicine will keep him high.
I think somethings going wrong inside his head. The medicine will keep him high.
I think somethings going wrong inside his head. The medicine will keep him high.
I think somethings going wrong inside his head. The medicine will keep him high.
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Teeth
02:48
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This scene is nothing we haven’t seen. Don’t forsake penicillin for not curing AIDS when your foot is gangrene. The press is less full court in showing support, or is that just your SPIN. Social media is the media. You are establishment.
You’re smiling but that’s not your tooth. You’re chewing but it ain’t your food. You’re lying but it feels like truth. You want growth but you leave no room.
Is that chip on your shoulder original or a cover song? You’re looking for a fight in St. Paul’s Heights. Pushing your career along.
Your dreams are everything they seem. The bidets the new way you get clean. Cottonelle did a swell job a simpler machine. The music simply means more when you're fifteen. That’s why Badfish costs more than your fried breaded cheese. Your outputs are simply routine.
You’re smiling but that’s not your tooth. You’re chewing but it ain’t your food. You’re lying but it feels like truth. You want growth but you leave no room.
The tech. The distro. The video. Your truth is a brand. Is a band.
You’re smiling but those aren’t your teeth. You’re chewing up that Bronx street meat. Does it get heavy carrying us? Grievance Junky Network Plus.
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Spotless And Sponsored
02:43
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You love them clicks Mama. You need them follows Mama. You know them tricks Mama. And you get dollars for your schtick.
My littles don’t even like soda. Cooper just loves water.
Hardcore locavore this batch is artisanal. Cooper just loves water.
Everyone is honored, excited and privileged to partner. Humbly bragging monsters. Spotless and sponsored.
Were all mostly doing mostly the best we all can. Everyone feels bad, you’re not helping. Everyone feels awful, you’re not helping it.
You love them clicks Mama. You need them follows Mama. You know them tricks Mama. Pick up organic avocados for the smoothie blend. You need conversions then you ride that Peloton until the rage is gone and glow again. You love them clicks Mama. You need them follows Mama. You know them tricks Mama. And you get dollars for your schtick.
Is there space inside your mason jar? Sell me your life hacks.
An ounce of truth or signs of battle scars. Repurpose my life back.
A lot of you have been asking about my skin care routine. Mommies make a difference. Paper straws at The Coffee Bean.
Were all mostly doing mostly the best we all can. Everyone feels bad, you’re not helping. Everyone feels awful, you’re not helping it.
You love them clicks Mama. You need them follows Mama. You know them tricks Mama.
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No End Theory
02:28
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This is our beanie babies. This is our sex addiction.
This is our romance novel. This is our Pokemon Go.
Stalk a family and never, never let them know. No one gets hurt just never, never let it go.
No. N-O. End. E-N-D.
This is our lord and savior. This is our 300-pound life.
Rub in the tin man’s paint. It’s good fashion.
Become the patron saint of senseless passion.
Stalk a family and never, never let them know. No one gets hurt just never, never let it go.
No. N-O. End. E-N-D.
This song will kill us. This song will kill us all.
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Jimmy Mortars
02:55
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Raised mainly in an airbrushed van. Pet snake Dad’s upstate he lives with his Grams.
He lacks the minerals and vitamins. And all things are spiraling.
Mismatched side panel Mitsubishi shit box. Derby Shelton river battle fireworks intoxed.
Out of the backseat barefoot on the warm street. How does someone end up here?
Emerge from the spark show, a scraggly God. Bearing weapons grade explosives to upgrade this façade.
Let your children play with explosives, don’t just go through all the motions.
Let your children play with explosives, they won’t remember your well-meaning motives.
Raised humanely by parents who planned. Golden lab Moms uptight, no foods from a can.
He takes his minerals and vitamins. The world outside is frightening.
Unscratched practical Honda Pilot certified. Subdivision dignified. Block party civic pride.
Third row backseat. Transport the athletes. How does someone end up here?
Emerge from the spark show, a scraggly God. Bearing weapons grade explosives to upgrade this façade.
Let your children play with explosives, don’t just go through all the motions.
Let your children play with explosives, they won’t remember your well-meaning motives.
What joy do you create? Playdates and interest rates. Let your children play with explosives, and don’t just go through all the motions.
Jimmy! Show me how to live. Show me how to light off multiple wicks.
Jimmy! Show me how to walk on fire. Show me how to die alive.
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Charred Castles
03:03
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Some guys took a knee on Sunday. Upset the neo-Nazi’s and ruined CEO paydays.
Sensationalism served to outweigh the actual protest. Now the pizza doesn’t taste the same.
The day of reckoning will come. They will burn your castle down.
We could use better ingredients. We could be better all around. One life. Everybody knows the rules. The lines are getting too long in this town.
I only eat Chick-Fil-A on Sundays. Disagree with their politics but love their lemonade.
I’m thirsty but don’t want there to be actual handmaids. Eating pizza only made by Papa John or Herman Cain.
The day of reckoning will come. They will burn your castle down.
We could use better ingredients. We could be better all around. One life.
Everybody knows the rules. The lines are getting too long in this town.
What’s the secret number baby? I want to give you a call.
I’m bringing early onset diabetes and cholesterol.
What’s the secret number baby? I want to give you it all.
Make some room in the oven baby, and we can all be appalled.
We’re going to change the recipe. Oversimplify the complexity.
Make some room in the oven baby so we can all be appalled.
We could use better ingredients. We could be better all around.
One life. Everybody knows the rules.
One life. Everybody knows the rules.
One life. Everybody knows the rules. The lines are getting too long in this town.
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Murderhouse
02:56
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Do you think about what happens here every night? Or are you able to create an occasional break to fake that life is normal here?
This is a great room for entertaining. I’m saying Nanna’s 90th party was super tight. What was reported here was all of our fears, yet even more severe.
Live a long beautiful life inside Murder House. When me and my wife drive by we cry out Murder House. Grill hamburgers on the back deck. Microfiche, bloodshed, fact check. Where’d you get those solar lights? They look great.
Do you think about what happened here all the time? I don’t drive by everyday but every time I drive by I think about it. You get great light in the kitchen; you hang a rustic farmhouse Love Lives Here sign.
You made a good financial decision and I’ll bet you sleep well. But I doubt it.
Live a long beautiful life inside Murder House. When me and my wife drive by we cry out Murder House. Grill hamburgers on the back deck. Microfiche, bloodshed, fact check. Can I borrow your tiller this weekend Bill?
Live a long beautiful life inside Murder House. When me and my wife drive by we cry out Murder House. Grill hamburgers on the back deck. Microfiche, bloodshed, fact check. Where’d you get those solar lights? They look great.
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Everest
02:49
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There’s nothing up there. There’s nothing. There’s nothing.
The mountains a cheap metaphor. What is it you’re looking for? Your father will not love you more I swear.
Who are you getting better for? Foosball champ competitor. You will never find yourself up there.
Run ahead. Ensure that the tea is on boil.
Carry the oxygen. Take the picture.
Say you're not inspired. Your feedback is required. Can you draw some comparisons with your current role.
The next time you think you're tired. Dig down deep and find that fire.
Drink the Kool-Aid. Disrupt the ecosystem. Burn down the silos.
Run ahead. Ensure that the tea is on boil.
Carry the oxygen. Take the picture.
Hemoglobin binding. C-levels rising. This is where they’re all going to want to live.
Double nitric oxide. Salt merchant’s ox died. Punch in. We got to feed those kids.
Run ahead. Ensure that the tea is on boil.
Drink the Kool-Aid. Disrupt the ecosystem. Burn down the silos.
Carry the oxygen. Take the picture.
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Inflamed Broiled
00:53
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You played the game well. Avoided all the major disorders. Avoided the rehab, the reality tv, becoming a hoarder.
What will you do in your fourth quarter? Retire from the old brick and mortar to Florida and sell the McMansion. Start saying vaguely racist things to grandkids? Or cruise with your wife you adore her? Crossword puzzles from the New Yorker? This life it can only get shorter and shorter and shorter and shorter.
This is the vanishing American. Two for Five. Can I interest you in some burgers and fries? Two for Five. You’re a franchise player. Compromised for the King and I.
Who says you have to retire? Continue to inspire. We welcome your experience and leadership. Your friendly energy you come equipped. With two slow legs and that brace on your wrist. The BK logo spotted in the midst.
What’s the name of that song you sing? Have it your way then death. Make me some chicken fries you old hero. Eligibility requirements must be met.
This is the vanishing American. Two for Five. Can I interest you in some burgers and fries? Two for Five. You’re a franchise player. Compromised for the King and I.
Two for five. Two for five.
15 minutes early but you can’t punch in.
Grab a dustbin, start hustling til the lunch rush busts in.
How are you adjusting? Grist for the mill. Discounted meals, you leave unfulfilled.
Labors unskilled, you’re the slow one. Labors unskilled but you’re the slow one.
The ill salmonill must be brushed clean. If it doesn’t kill you or you're replaced by a touchscreen. Your backyard is lush green, you should be back there. Your pensions broken like our shake machine.
Gruel for a cruel world.
Look at what you do all day but take orders. Self-righteous arrived just to pay it forward.
The drive thru is backed up. You can’t get it sorted. Might just be working with crossers of borders.
These are the people you often degraded. Paraded against you said had invaded.
Not where you thought the pathway lead. You’re At Least More Than Halfway Dead.
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11. |
Children of Men
03:03
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Fiddle with the skin tags. One trip all the grocery bags, grocery bags.
Were good good good good at depression. Fat and threatened. Feelings deadened.
We’re not really built for Armageddon.
Look at the YouTube, think of all the time you wasted. Remember the comforts of home that you considered basic.
How do you think the world ends? We are no children of men. Only two ways out of this sleepwalk. Into the briar patch or head on the chopping block.
Aerate my acre. Stockpile all the toilet paper, toilet paper.
Were bad bad bad at making concessions. Food that’s not fresh and weapons possessions.
We’re not really built for Armageddon.
Look at the TikTok, think of all the food you wasted. Remember vacations you never really appreciated. This won’t hurt. I’ll do it with love. Were soft. Selfish. Slain with kid gloves.
How do you think the world ends? We are no children of men. Only two ways out of this sleepwalk. Into the briar patch or head on the chopping block.
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Sgt. Scag New Haven, Connecticut
Sgt. Scag (aka Sgt. Scagnetti) is a fixture on the Northeast ska/punk scene since the late 1990’s. Songs about dysfunctional parenting and revenge fantasies developed into teen center anthems. After an 18-year break, the band is BACK actively writing and recording new material about the drug of nostalgia and illegal firework salesmen . They will play the old stuff too. Don’t worry. ... more
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