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You talk a lot of shit my love.
I’ve noticed you make faces to break faces
with quick gazes and catch phrases.
To all et tu who bother you.
And I’m no good myself my love with the truth
cause in truth I’ve lost you
to quick gazes and foreign faces.
Miradas you would like to prove.
It’s more than a moment.
Three seconds
could turn out to be your whole life.
A moment.
Educated guess and check ambivalence,
cafés packed with free form counter insurgents,
parking lot paralysis and confidants, who never miss.
Its war, its true. Its not me, its you.
There’s nothing new under the sun.
Imagine that, there’s only one.
Just variations, out-dated systems,
and problems you like to construe.
It’s more than a moment.
Three seconds
could turn out to be your whole life.
A moment.
The thoughts that plague your thoughts for weeks.
The thoughts that make you think you’re weak.
You rely too much and that don’t say much.
What’s it get you? It got me and you.
It ends me.
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the tipton committee
02:41
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I know he’s thirty five
now my friends think I’m crazy
because he bought you a car.
I know he flew from Spain and
yes that’s half way around the world
and that’s not a lie.
Excuse me for thinking,
“I don’t think I’m the only one”.
I’m part of a set.
Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
Honestly, I never thought that you lied.
You just tried real damn hard to avoid the truth.
I’m not salty. I just feel a bit betrayed.
I’m dependent on heresy and I’m just a tab.
I started believing that I was wrong.
Sometimes, it passes with time.
Now you’re half way across the world in Mozambique.
So I’ll fumble in footsteps and
think about quick steps for the next two years .
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3. |
deadly disk
04:05
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We’re your thoughts in a day dream
hopes so accommodating.
We can make matters for worse
if that’s what you want.
We create life’s mysteries
because we’re so bored with history.
We are nothing but the still lives we pretend to be.
And I’m still waiting for the course to change.
Meta-fiction, I know what’s up.
Prescription bound, I’m not sure what’s up.
The sounds they make in silence, we thought,
was just imagination in part. .. its funny.
We carry cards.
We’d like to get to know you for our files.
As such, you’ll note no correspondents we trust.
We can conquer all aging.
Societies carbon dating.
We’re the product of the sums of mass deduction.
We are subtitled families,
patent pending authorities.
We’re still terrified by long walks in the dark.
And honey, we’d like to help.
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When you fuck with people’s money Argentina
you’re fucking with their lives.
Why do you think its funny Argentina
they're paying with their lives.
What’s at stake, whats at stake, what's that steak?
the interest kills all around.
What’s that sound.
When banking accounts are frozen,
and tellers act like missionaries,
the agro-culture grows weary
of fighting to survive.
What’s at stake, whats at stake, what's that steak?
the interest kills all around.
What’s that sound.
Here’s that sound.
The president of the week.
When gauchos broke away,
I found riots on T.V.
Stop that sound.
Evita don’t cry for me
cause fancy silverware is no good
when we can’t afford to eat.
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5. |
don't say that
02:28
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I’ve got a friend with sleepy eyes
who knows all the places I’ve tried to hide.
she says she knows me well. Well I think I know her well,
and drunken politics and road trips make us such good friends,
but then a glance is held and all my cool it goes to …
Don’t say that you’re coming back.
Don’t say that.
The trouble with sometimes is
she says I say the same thing too many times.
I’m so forgetful. I forget what’s on her mind.
My biggest fear is that you’ll forget me now in two years flat
and from some Spanish guy I’ll have to try to win you …
Don’t say that you’re coming back.
Don’t say that.
Don’t say that you do, you do?, you do.
Now please don’t take this wrong,
but I write a lot of songs,
I tend to glorify,
I tend to simplify.
I’m sorry you became the one I became dependent on,
you’re such a work of art
and I’m a debaser.
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middle men
03:39
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Call me outright.
Call me honest.
Call me stupid.
Call me old-fashioned.
But don’t tell me that I never tried hard.
Duck the questions that make you question your reflections,
that make you think just a bit too much, and
make sure that you’re still connected to the scene.
Choose a motive, however bloated
you want your head to turn out and
we can justify, for a meager price, all that you want.
Book the big bands. Promote the big shows.
Forget the music because its second in command
to all your handshakes and phone calls.
Don’t trust promoters.
Don’t trust label reps.
Don’t trust club owners.
Its just a game of self interest.
Its self destructive in itself, but you’re so caught up in the wealth
that you can’t get your hands on now,
that you could never anyhow.
Figure out what it all means
and do it all by any means.
Mass produced. Desensitized.
A social contract based on lies.
Bad intentions don’t make good
though we knew they never would
we all bought into this game.
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7. |
the heir of arrogance
02:56
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I live in a daze of days past and
one day you’ll find I took a dive in the first round
because you, so scared that you,
could stare straight at truth and act so blind
so that you’d never have to lose.
I never thought it was completely avoidable.
Now I don’t have the right
to say what I might because
my might is running from all sides.
And you, who set the trap,
let’s leave it at that.
You know I can’t fight back with what I lack.
You’ll find yourself that safe bets are laughable
and I’ll never take the silence as meaningful.
The heir of arrogance has lost his thrown.
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8. |
pennies lament
03:54
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Hear me out.
I’m selling things, kids, I don’t want to her,
But I’m so out of reach
and I’m so scared
that you don’t seem to care
about what’s happening.
When sighs are taken
and no ones at fault,
Blame the big things
and bath them in vagueness
so that you can come out intact.
Then leaps and bounds
will stay in bounds
and lives get broken all the time
for peace of mind
when the right piece is missing.
But you’re not here to hear me out.
Let go and ease your troubled mind.
Step back, and leave this all behind,
Because this is all a joke that can’t be taken back.
All this altruism is killing you.
Selflessness won’t make you happy.
It leaves you tired and discarded
like the dream you never risked.
When time seems wasted,
I lose my train of thought
because I’ve been trained to think about efficiency
and I hear that’s a bad thing.
Now coaster brakes don’t mean much of anything
cause we’ve all grown up and thrown out our intentions,
by definition we’re mature.
Can you tell by my eyes that I’m a spy?
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i tried to believe
02:55
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So enlightened without reason
So self righteous without thought
Men never do evil so passionately
as they do it when they’re taught
to do it from religious conviction.
Please free us lord from this contradiction.
Wit is educated insolence
or at least that’s what I’m told.
Their belief is like a guillotine,
just as heavy, just as cold.
I tried to believe,
but faith I concede,
I’m not through with life.
There are some words that I’ve never
really understood such as sin.
For if there is a sin against life,
it lies perhaps less
in the despairing of it,
than in hoping for another life and
evading the grandeur of the one we have.
– Camus
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adieu anything
03:41
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We’re the kind who cares not whether
you be dumb, smart, slow, or clever.
You’re the type who says “I never …
I hate everything.. “
You’re the type who prays against us.
Lead us not lest we be Christians.
Disguise your vices, god you’re clever.
We judge everyone..
I do anything but love.
We’re not vocal.
We’re all gestures.
You lash out with moral lectures.
Hide your fear, no,
hide your treasures,
you own everything…
Yours, the right way straight from heaven.
Easily agitated when you’re confronted with your own sins
Buy your way out..
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i'm a book. you read me.
02:54
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I know this truth Sheldon,
that this question marks
the end of the beginning.
In silence you read me
and tear me apart.
I live through devices?
Oh no. I don’t. I don’t.
Don’t say you want a righteous hand
cause god I’d never understand.
I don’t.
Your statements lack meaning.
Your words hold no strength.
Not like the prose do you?
You don’t write the right lines.
You murder the verse.
These clause destroy you.
Oh no
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problematic
03:53
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I’m right side up.
I’m inside out.
I’m turned over.
All in one day’s length.
I’m x-rayed down to the limit.
I’m all wrapped up in spoil.
I don’t know what I said as fast as they go.
I’m circumstance or I’m left out.
Either way I’d like to leave now.
Oh honey.. sugar.. well… can we?
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The Interest Kills Austin, Texas
austin band from
the early/mid 00s.
argentina + texas
brothers harmonizing
migrant rock vs neoliberalism
myspace.com/theinterestkills
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