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wasting art
03:30
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Fell asleep on a Tuesday, I woke up on a Thursday
I tried to to get out of bed, you said stay
I couldn't leave you there all alone
So I stayed in bed for a week, I read a book about cannibalism, I read a book about meditation (they were all right)
We broke up on a Monday, it didn't hit me till a Wednesday
I tried to get out of bed, you weren't there
You asked me is this what I really, really want
So I stayed in bed for a month, I read a book about decisiveness, I read a book about hatred (they both sucked)
Chase that feeling, I'll hurl it from the coast I'm leaving
every outcome on the table.
Hell is in the detail, I'll lie with my feet still.
Force adjectives upon your face, I'm wasting
Hurry I'm wasting.
I got out of my film class
I bough a ginger ale pass
details into my brain
study new ad age
I bought a lot of sorrow
To get a big idea you break it into tiny ones
You take a shower, write shit down
Do prose, do fun.
I gave it all back.
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crowd art
03:05
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Looking back now, I was a child
I couldn't even look in my father's eyes
I couldn't tell the truth; I lied.
Never had my wits about me
I never really liked anything
No body ever taught me how to sing
That is apparent, I lack a parent
That I feel like I can open up to
I'm not trying to be fucking rude, I love you
But it doesn't matter, none of this matters
I'm falling deeper into a cycle I can't bruise
Light the joint, I will be the fuse I will make music for you
I will never find, peace of mind
I left in all back in California, summer of '08
The music is dying down, I can hear the crowd
Talking about their lives it has nothing to do with me.
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attack donald
02:56
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German expressionism had it right, let's freak out
Let's use canted angles to reenforce our doubts
This was my country, I pledged allegiance
And all it gave me was neoliberalism and a orange skinned fuck who can't keep his tweets down
I'll write my songs it's the only way I can show emotion any more
You may have caught me staring blankly at the floor
You may have thought 'hey, here's some kid hatching some illuminating scheme. How introspective, how deep' fuck that I'm thinking of me.
This was my conscience, it was reminding me
That you're part of a system and you profit from it, but you act like you're suffering
I'll give it all back, eventually. Is the attitude of every white male like me.
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childhood art
03:01
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It’s Such A Nice Day Out! (the poem the song is originally based off of)
A childhood told through pavement and Beanie Babies.
Through 6 am swim practices and
Sunday school and nerds rope and
violence.
My mom played gospel music in the car for me everyday.
Our God is an awesome God.
I think she hoped this would calm me down.
A childhood expressed through xenophobia and coloring books
and clubs with passwords
to keep the weird neighbor kid
out.
He doesn’t have any friends because his family moves around too much.
He never learned to fit in.
Exclusivity, a lasting sentiment I still hold today thank God.
Let’s go throw rocks at people’s cars.
Let’s glorify combat because we watched Star Wars too much last night.
I’ll attack you with a stick if you attack me.
Blow by blow,
one for the other.
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american art
01:40
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6. |
hurt donald
03:33
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morning art
02:49
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I love the mornings, only time I'm not whirling
I can make something pertinent
There is not pressure, I have all day
Feel better, I feel useful. Albeit obtuse, still
I'll trade my life for something authentic
If you don't believe me, watch me I will
I finished a short story, a tale it was boring
I tried to make conflict where there was none
You are an idiot: you don't make conflict, it's already there
I crave a culture, that doesn't impose its will of others
Do not refer to humanism with nostalgia, do not do that
don't you ever do that
Youth today are all in, same hair as young Stalin
He was just as bad as Hitler. Did you know that?
Yes I knew that
I'm not much different, I still flinch when I listen
To frat kids boasting about how much they drank last night. We get it dude, you drink. Consume. Consume
Sitting on my back porch I felt happiness even though I failed
We make up, break up, you are a crutch. I can get better I just need some help.
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light art
01:45
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I saw the slur of words through light
My eyes drawn to your face in time
I know you've noticed too
I stare confidently at the ground
A hint of understanding in your brow
Just get up and leave
I'll follow through next time I will
Your voice will hold me over until
I can break my will
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mom art
02:37
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Syncopated line I am running, this is the last time
if I make something special for you
you'll finally love me, right?
I write these songs for attention
unhuh I need it, I will try to put myself into these songs I make for
Everyone, what I expose to you can't be unsung
My mom listens to these songs
Creatively I do fall stagnant, this is the process
I will try to put myself into these songs I make for
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Attack Art, Hurt Art Richmond, Virginia
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