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Jargon Gang
04:08
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I dreamed of a downed power line
Crawling through the grass
Foot trapped to a railroad track
Flesh clay bones glass
Come on wave web of terrors
To tree-feet, swift skip dancers
Memory gears, translucent skull
Vylaphones burn out ‘round here
Animals and monsters prowl ‘round here
Looking for fresh soul
Flayed and seasoned time to eat
Before food grows cold
To-go bag rots in the back seat
Shining softly
Come on wave, web of terrors
To tree-feet, swift skip dancers
Memory gears, translucent skull
Scotch vinyl jetsam ‘round here
Jargon gang scream motes ‘round here
Looking for fresh soul
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Semi-moonman
02:53
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You hear the rapture took
All the TED Talkers?
It's business lunch
With white-walkers
Making new friends at parties
Hugging trees, sharing bodies
Washing shadows off egos
Myelin coated
Adrenal feeding
Just chewing ice
And smiling and bleeding
Making new friends at parties
Hugging trees, sharing bodies
Washing shadows off egos
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Officer Cranberry
04:54
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No time in the skyline
It’s getting late
Man, it’s almost morning
It’s getting late
I hear the echo tone
But I’m awake
And I’m always breathing
Yeah we’re awake
And we’re going home
No “why?” in the high tide
It’s getting late
Man, it’s almost morning
It’s getting late
I hear the echo tone
But I’m awake
And I’m always breathing
Yeah we’re awake
And we’re going home
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Sioux City
03:13
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You can't light a cigarette
With a structure fire
And that's all you know
Sioux City Sex Deviants,
Who'll keep those?
Watch out, we're not alone
Who’d take your silence
And leave you dead on the floor?
And that's all you know
Sioux City Sex Deviants,
Who'll keep those?
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Effigy Rock
04:46
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I’m a fresh believer
In life through currency
Need everyone, all the time
No one’s asking for what they got in store
And for that me
I was your pup, I was a tired mind
A dream, we had a need
Just an island in a mirror
With ocean inside
From sweat to snow
Just an island in a mirror
Looking for something
From people I don’t know
My code, my charm
Don’t trash it
For some missive on a screen
Don’t disguise me in our own home
No one’s asking for what they got in store
And for that me
I was your pup, I was a tired mind
A dream, we had a need
Don’t burn me man, that’s not what I need
Say what I think
Most of the time
And freeze or no freeze
I can’t grow old
Like some tired ghost
All waving, smiling, free
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Bear Pit Chicago, Illinois
Bear Pit is a noisy post-punk quartet from Chicago. They are here for you if you need anything.
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