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PEOPLE JUICE (live album)

by Lali Wilde, Alex Franklin, Eli Streich

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I want a fairy baby nymphett Who in my dreams will let me lick it She'll smell like roses, laugh like an angel With her beside me I'll be able Dark eyes, dark hair, don't care Trapping fools in her gaze With her fiery preteen air She'll light my world aflame Takes her time, be gentle The way she laughs will drive me mental On a throne, she's a princess Shining like a prize I'm lustful from my mistakes And my breath my baby will take Finding myself missing sleep Because nymphett's got my head consumed by lies Boys will be boys And girls will be girls Don't get blood on your frills and furs boys will be boys And girls will be girls I'm wanting something different Oh my, what a world I'm a noodle of expression Won't take pills for my depression Tie up strips with fingertips Got an obsession with safety pins Sick of going days with nothing to eat Insignificance eats away Wanna see somebody smile Wanna be the reason for a sunny day Rollie pollies are my friends And I don't want the world to end We're purest at a young age So why not embrace it I run through memories of muddy feet Darling your heart I wish to keep Oh bloody hell, I'm not feeling well Your blood, i wanna taste it Boys will be boys And girls will be girls Don't get blood on your frills and furs boys will be boys And girls will be girls I'm wanting something different Oh my, what a world Cuts and peels and meals of skin See grotesque and gore within Salty tears last a thousand years Don't touch i wanna disappear Wear a pink mossy crown Pretty lolita dress Promise ma to not fall down Watch 'em fly, be the best If black french tips Look better than young fresh nips Run away to the forest, and don't come back again Maybe darling never comes Maybe the beach was too much fun Be happy with the trees As they are my best friend
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When I speak to you I feel as if i’m wearing A size too small covering up my bad taste I wish I was more prepared for the oncoming of spring in the air falling Like angels hair been frozen, now melting Who fathered me this? Mine, a lonely narcissist The wine dips and cradles spit It back up for me My skin gradually shedding until Revealing tunnels little ones made In every sick slab of me From my head down to my feet Injera skin from whole wheat Eyes peered out from holes in me Collecting dead waste to eat Recycled by biology My body could be healthy If I can break away from greed Wrap myself in cellophane Wait for the world to freeze over again The protocol is hard to follow But we will live to tomorrow To birth the newness of a nation Surviving on our contemplation And together our voices will ring From all my holes small things will spring An ice cube melts into the all knowing Thus the wretched Americans sing I carry an iron fork The size of Meier In shapes I contort My mouth gets wider When I speak to you I feel as if I’m nothing A speck of dust convulsing Waiting
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i juice the people and then i slurp up the juice
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Scandal 03:17
Sick with an attraction to the criminal mind Inclined to smarts but not yet refined Swallow pseudonyms and juggle lines of Love for an increased gap in-- Silhouette in an open window The girth of hands hitherto unknown A face unseen but an unmatched kisser A hungry beast who dyes his whiskers (Oh oh) Won't you please be my scandal? Won't you please be my scandal? I’ll handle The dripping mouth of tainted taste, The butterflies, the growing waste, Gashing thighs, tempting fate, The headlines this would make (Oh oh) This is the bear’s stomach: Filled with honey bees A name you whispered, eyes that blister Yellow turn my knees A tempt you ooze like poison oak I’ll scratch you til my skin is broke But it won't ever be enough, Forgive the bluff, forbidden stuff Won't you please be my scandal? Won't you please be my scandal? I’ll handle The dripping mouth of tainted taste, The butterflies, the growing waste, Gashing thighs, tempting fate, The headlines this would make This is the taste of innocence Whose boiling point is vengeance Do I hum in dissonance? Must condemnation be imminent? Within the cast and boiled coat My skin will rot, my voice will float The messy ties of cyber ropes Suspended lies, dashing hopes Won't you please be my scandal? Won't you please be my scandal? I’ll handle The dripping mouth of tainted taste, The butterflies, the growing waste, Gashing thighs, tempting fate, The headlines this would make I am silk, and soft, and altogether mine I’m in control, I know I will be alright I learn this way So tell me do I get an A? Gotta be safe for another week more Your mastery has left me floured A fantasy, but I still want more Fellas my age are such a bore Won't you please be my scandal? Won't you please be my scandal? I’ll handle The dripping mouth of tainted taste, The butterflies, the growing waste, Gashing thighs, tempting fate, The headlines this would make (Oh oh)
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Searching round until I've found the Kraut Kingdom Maybe then I'll stumble into stardom Cause what's the use of shaking loose without a gun When all has passed I'll shoot, at last, into the sun
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yet to realize the reason i do this fame ain't a thing but i hope i don't miss if you wanna be rich try being a bitch conform well enough and you'll be accepted witch with the power, taller than a tower i found the divine making chains out of flowers a death drive, and a will to kill may my mind thrive may i never fall ill i indulge in ignorance too quickly progressing from being a kid mistaken for a satanist, i'll rep being a pagan my bites cause scars, my reach spreads far like (...) your soul I will draw... sugarplum houses, angry spouses lawns mowed, heart towed integrity sold drink lemonade streaming the city is screaming for the comfort of our rivals said child just smile we will all be gone in a while gerdigirl lerdigike berdigubberdiglegerdigum, merdigake yerdigou nerdigumblerdigets herdigave serdigome ferdigun, lerdigets herdigave serdigome ferdigun from a slap on the wrist xeroxed apocalypse surfing on faux interest this body don’t mean shit this body is a spaceship earth mother taught me bliss she taught me bliss i'm done wading in this in the holy moshpit there is space for a kiss there is space for a kiss berdigoy lerdigike sherdigarperdigened sperdigear, derdigaderdigy terdigaught ferdigear, derdigon’t lerdiget herdigim nerdigear, derdigon’t lerdiget herdigim nerdigear watching you from omniscience chewing ice provides a lisp experienced between the worlds ascension to goddess from being a girl born without fur, living as human with no time to learn listen, how fast the heart pulses a promise to absorb world knowledge collage my thoughts aint afraid of getting caught couldn't buy publicity with rhymes you were taught cause i'm young and you not rot my brain smoking pot, but still hot and burning bridges with my conscious spitting nonsense but may my words inspire some sense werdige erdigare erdigall ferdiguckerdiging merdigindlerdigess therdigingswerdige erdigare erdigall ferdiguckerdiging merdigindlerdigess therdigings
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about

LIVE ALBUM recorded in lali's lovely little garage with only 5 microphones!
eenor wildeboar is proud of that. he helped with the set up and mixing.

four songs were written by lali wilde, with guitar and drum parts later created and contributed by jiggly striech and alex franklin. the sweet sound of tearing hair was written by everyone. the interludes were improvised.

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released August 18, 2017

Lyrics and melody: Lali Wilde
Ukulele: Lali Wilde
Guitar: Alex Franklin
Drums: Eli Streich

Cover Art: Lali Wilde

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Lali Wilde Oakland, California

hi im ola'i manu mele & i like biting things and spinning in circles

Buy My Book! It is a pick-a-path book with 9 different endings! Click the link that says "lulu".

the music you find here is conjured through dirt eating, cat petting, and the manic weightlessness that keeps beating me in chess

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