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Buried in the South
01:20
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Music can't be photographs, I lack the time
The demonstrations starting it's a zig zag line
Families keep Polaroids like beers on a chair
Moments are forever if you pretend to care
I'm not a perfect type of machine
I come from personal history of means
It's not all worthless just unreachable
This type of thistles, unquenchable cold
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
You're sitting still posing like a relenting sigh
It comes out perfect if you mess up the lines
Horses are slow cars if you run out of gas
I try to look you in the eyes but the moment has passed
I'm not a perfect type of machine
I come from personal history of means
It's not all worthless just unreachable
This type of thistles, unquenchable cold
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
That keeps me, buried in the south
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In the City
02:48
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In the city for a week or two, I roll the dice to find that antithetical blue
a new voice now, outside of the old one
If a picture separates reality from the past and an infinity spans between this moment and glass, can I ask you to spare a second
I've been from this thought for a little too long I can barely hold on to what makes it feel wrong, a dreadful untouchable solace
A rhythmic elevator on the edge of a trace that comes to define an undefinable place, please spare me the linguistic montage
Don't you know the time, the timekeeper asks me sometimes, it's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine
I just won't die if I'm voracious enough, If I keep my friends as teachers and my life is enough, cmon point that gun at me, because when I transcend I'm going back to the city
An inconvenient self a habitual bomb, the endless recompense of an office meeting long, a dedicated public servant
A formation of pretentious diabolical peace, that you have to swallow whole but doesn't help in the least, don't worry, I forgot the charge card
Wonderful walks, wonderful talks, the dialects let out for an evening I bought too quickly, an equator reminder
And now that the conversations back with friends and the kitchens looking healthy with disposable din, I'd like to, like down for a moment
Don't you know the time, the timekeeper asks me sometimes, it's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine
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It's a Wonderful Life
03:02
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Have you actually watched It's a Wonderful Life
Well I'm pretty sure I'm living it
But according to according there are new lamentations
Like how the Natural Bridge, couldn't happen anymore
I'm a lifestyle advisor to the rich and famous
But most of them don't know it yet
Actually you might ask me, if I'm a young professional
And I would sink that basket, right into the net
I lost it in seventh grade biology
And gave it to empirical science
That's a new type of love an analogy
This is that and that, is a pretty nice online comment
Ideal man, idea man, cmon
Ideal, idea man, cmon
You had better believe in snap judgements
I heard that's a requirement for staying in a modern
From a friend to a friend that's you
What's more beautiful then the idea of a sunset
And it's okay from a rooftop bar
In the city or I'm a city for awhile
Actually it's the action that's getting to me
Putting a pen to paper, doesn't exactly exude style
I lost it in seventh grade biology
And gave it to empirical science
That's a new type of love an analogy
This is that and that, is a pretty nice online comment
Ideal man, idea man, cmon
Ideal, idea man, cmon
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Synthetic Nature
02:44
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A few of my friends are luckier then me,
halogen lightbulbs unused DVDs
The acumen with which you packed your bags was sweet
Crumpled pillows, undergrowth debris
And nothing reminds me of love except you
is a silly reminder, close to the truth
A website made of indispensable cries
Babylon rebuilt on neo-retractable lies
A wonderful crime in home improvement design
Fictional marriage stock market decline
Who are the denizens of the anti-south-south
Reverse flags tabacoo mouth
Muttering something about Nick Land
Digital tractors we cyborgs demand
It's not Texas if you don't call it a home
A final goodbye an illusion made known
Welcome back to drinking turpentine
The wonderful taste of cut down pine
You know just as well as I
That in a chemical pit you have to give it time
A turn style that only lets you jump
Under the trash heap and under the gas pump
I want a wooden bed and a wooden house
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
Synthetic Nature is a permanent spouse
I'm still living in that same old house
Your thumbing through a copy of "On Photography'
But still look in a photograph like is that me
A chair that tilts so far back
That your beer can spills in-to the fine china rack
I want a question that makes it known
Like "What can I call a home?"
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Hello, Texas
05:40
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Your boring vision of apocalypse if it's here or not the world doesn't care
Fights online or in person, whose to say anymore, the language converts to text
Are you obsessive are you compulsive too? I'm a connoisseur of noticing virality
How many miniature convictions, Brooklyn absurdist divisions, Will you get that hybrid car?
And I heard Hannah was moving back, I heard she found some meanings in the little things, maybe the bigger ones
And I heard Chris has new hobbies, goes down to the racetrack and just sits and watches, hoping there will be a crash
And I heard they lost a lot of money, trying to figure out the truth about being anywhere, that's right I'm cynical
And I heard their making this a mockumentary, very prominently critiquing me, I hope the budgets high enough
Hello, Texas how are you today, I've been here ten months and that is all that I have to say
Hello, Texas how are you today, I've been here ten months and that is all that I have to say
Which one of you is trading life for little miseries, you put it in your captions so casually
When I ask that question I hope it comes back to me, through vivid cartography
Each line a relation or recreation of what we all want
If I'm a modern man this place is modern myth and I'm a sucker for packet loss
There they are the late night hounds and the coffee shop ghosts, I am one of you
Wandering without wandering through the streets of Austin at night feeling imitation blue
That's what I was missing, a sense of place and self great pornography
When I move away, I hope they pour a Lonestar on a Dior cigarette plate
Hello, Texas how are you today, I've been here ten months and that is all that I have to say
Hello, Texas how are you today, I've been here ten months and that is all that I have to say
Hello, Texas
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