sounds : me bumping into a table on accident (that’s the main beat of the whole ass song), dog toys, cat toys, mechanical toys for children, a toy beat machine, talking dolls, fake dog bark, fake cat meow, my actual cat meowing, my friend laughing, fairy wand, pieces of wood, ukulele, some bongos
lyrics
Actively enjoying the presence of a lover
present for another,
hovering
in techno brainspace, the thoughts we encase on a
digital page.
Sprinkle sage round the edges with a fire momentous,
bringing our world back to us through tablets and hard hits,
ramshackle brick castle built upon cliffs
engraved with hieroglyphs of monoliths and zebra spit,
this is our wit—how it banters,
bounces and wobbles, to and fro, it fills hampers, and
laundry piles up and the pasta gets fucked
too cooked now it sucks
but we still sit at dinner, slurp that shit up
slurp that shit up
slurp that shit up
So what?
Smell my feet? They’re quite pungent at this hour.
Nice and sour. A snack of yeast and flour.
A smell that i’m sure your tapeworms will devour.
Get on track and bend your back,
there is no need to cower.
Silly, lame, what a shame.
We call to our dames using pet names,
and we’re bouncing like we make money that way,
tube tops and thigh highs and our titties displayed.
Playdates for the purpose of seduction,
Go ahead, get bumpin,
can’t lose sight of that muffin
you scrumptious love stuffing,
For a smile we’re bluffing
and our thoughts got us blushing
Desiring something
you just can’t face, won’t embrace, need to chase,
and as a result our hard work goes to waste.
So we turn the page, pick up playing the bass
And enticed by the sound realm, start exploring space.
Green dirt. Fire ants. Red skirt. Do a dance. The pus squirts. Onto our hands. The pus squirts. Onto our hands.
Maybe we can make this donkey prance. Better not leave it up to chance,
ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? ain’t that right? aren’t you the man?
ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? ain’t that right? aren’t you the man?
Hey. Wait. WHo left me alone in here?
Was my sense of direction not utterly clear?
Did I not make a list of all my worries and fears?
Oh, was that too much to hear?
Well alright, if you say so, i’m ready for the limelight.
Fists to your face, watch the chest when you fight.
Just don’t get tired, pace yourself.
Waste every ounce of cat food on the way you curl your pouted mouth.
It’s uncooth, uncouth, to be tripping nub toothed in gold shoes
splattered with the wet goo.
you hollowed out your roots,
that’s what the city do,
and our smelly rotten apples
go on past the point of food.
I question I question I question I question
and here I am so invested, bent upon a message,
being tested by an asshat making petty wisecracks
bout how the second verse was sung a bit too flat
and i’m too young at that to be involved anyhow,
Better minor in lettuce, major in jerking off cows.
Too vivid? Im livid, as if high weren’t enough,
so im here sip sipping off a trough of this stuff
A classic head to head,
what doesn’t go on bread?
Cereal does not exist.
Those bowls were in our heads.
And I’m through with belief and concern on being clean,
And what good is belief if its source is unseen?
I wanna be
A dirt that’s diseased,
a ship that’s been greased,
a sense of relief,
pleased but never honestly,
only in a way that the public can see.
that the public can see.
that the public can see.
Can the public see me?
Please,
please yourself.
Bend backwards,
end up with your brain up on a shelf
and you eating shellfish and us fearing squish
and none of us willing to fucking call it quits.
none of us willing to fucking call it quits.
none of us willing to fucking call it quits.
Go backwards, go head, stand top a lapis lazuli,
call out to the butterbees
who whizz on through these rubber trees,
a flub of fleece,
a shoe to grease,
a feat to feast,
a cunt to eat—
They all wanna try your meat
They all await your expertise
I know to them you aren’t too keen
But thats the price of being seen
thats the price of being seen
thats the price of being seen
thats the price of being seen
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
love’s inside me, love’s inside me
And its beautifully freeing,
these things im experiencing,
A portal to madness giving me tunes to sing
Im so willing to dive down this rabbit hole
To see what ive been waiting for
The fun I missed while stuck indoors
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
I’m not in love, but love’s inside me,
love’s inside me, love’s inside me
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