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Richard's Landing
04:05
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Park between the piles of social relevance, so-so intelligence,
Snow and elements.
Hark! I caught a smile, whisked on a windy day, I’m up fuck, get-a-way,
Come over commiserate.
We don’t seem to fit that way but sometimes a fuck is just a fuck &
Sometimes when your drinks too stiff, you land on a strangers dick
If the stranger fits. Strange things are afoot so listen,
Concentrate on a whisper like you concentrate on a scream.
Concentrate on a whisper like you concentrate on a scream.
Nexus selected us to be next in his Super String experiment.
Scientists are finding binding evidence that you can’t live alone on sex,
It takes love and passion like water and potassium, apples and axiom,
Apples and axiom.
We don’t seem to fit that way but sometimes a fuck is just a fuck &
Sometimes when your drinks too stiff, you land on a strangers dick
If the stranger fits. Strange things are afoot so listen,
Concentrate on a whisper like you concentrate on a scream.
Concentrate on a whisper like you concentrate on a scream.
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2. |
Day of Reckoning
03:14
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The Songs start, you wear them like a badge on your heart.
Concussive dance, he shakes the demons out.
VIOLENCE,... a masterpiece of understatement.
Funny weather, un-together, please send someone.
I believe, I can see, out your head.
Slut bucket sad, sad sack,
I reckon I’m gonna have to ask,
Like trains tumble off track, un-invite thee from thy head.
Afterbirth of Aftermath.
I believe, I can see, out your head.
Funny weather, un-together, please send someone.
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3. |
Oh, Georgie Boy!
04:25
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Oh Georgie Boy, the pipes the pipes are callin’
Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater to brew your new gin.
We danced a familiar dance
Showing off ugly talents
Seems to me life should be chalk full of hilarity
We could make mock of them eternally.
If daddy daddy daddy come back back back to me.
If daddy daddy daddy come back back to me.
We dance like the wind dance like us we dance like the wind
We dance like the wind dance like us we dance like the wind
We dance like the wind dance like us we dance like the wind
We dance like the wind dance like us we dance like the wind
Liquor makes no difference
It’s like spittin’ in the river
Can you dig daddy, can you sugar?
Dig out soon, or there’s gonna be a funeral.
Said, someone get a shoebox there’s gonna be a funeral
Someone get a shoebox there’s gonna be a funeral
I swallow the truth, with barrels of sweet vermouth
Keep on slipping toward the middle of the mattress where it dips
Come give momma a great big sloppy kiss
Come give momma a great big sloppy kiss
Will you marry, IT?
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4. |
Pederast
03:59
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You should write.
You should really, really, really, really, write.
What they mean is, “Stop talking.”
I’ll tell them, you tell them; you want me to tell them?
The whole story,
About the man...
The one who sleeps in streets and behind people’s chairs...
With overalls and a hat, we’re over all of that;
We’re over all of that.
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5. |
Skullduggery
03:25
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Forget everything and slink back into your driveway,
Your bathtub, your bed frame.
Project the cadence of their phrases, emblazoned on your ceiling
And see how much they’re stealing.
That piece of missing finger
Will regenerate
Out of derision and misery
We’ll create, we’ll create, we’ll create.
Forget everything and slink back into your window,
You’re not jumping, you’re standing there cursing and it’s lame.
And it’s so late and its so lame.
That piece of missing finger
Will regenerate
Out of derision and misery
We’ll create, we’ll create, we’ll create.
Forget for a minute,
How much you hate,
Follow the phrase,
“It’s love your full of, you know who you hate”
“It’s love your full of, you know who you hate”,
“It’s love your full of, you know who you hate”,
“It’s love your full of, you know who you hate”,
You hate,
You hate.
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6. |
Going
03:28
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Whites on my eyes, and it’s stormy.
Can umbrellas envelop your morning?
Can umbrellas catch the ocean roaring?
Tickling yourself is boring.
Rumple a hearts’ plastic wrap
Drum up your laugh up and at em’
Thump the mud for friends who’ve died, calling in your ear inside
A love once actualized, a love once actualized.
Hey tiny action, random ramblings
Weekend highs, “Hi.”
Falling in I hear inside
Telling me to drive
Yelling “Mobilize.”
What to do to survive? Drive the 90 to Oceanside.
Sell old man and the sea shells by the seaside.
Sell old man and the sea shells by the seaside.
Something’s fishy selfish shellfish.
Something’s fishy selfish shellfish.
Something’s fishy selfish shellfish.
Something’s fishy selfish shellfish.
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Malleable
03:08
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In this day day in age
Aura's dim home is nowhere's place
Regardless, when the when the lovelights fade
Off Normandy's stormy shores to a curtainless center stage
You're malleable you bend so easily
Every which way every which way
A cordless morbid aura always takes center stage
& in the end, don't forget, all you'll be is his last name.
In this room cold, per se
You stormed off Normandy's stormy shore to a brand new center stage
And when the when the when the when the when the lovelights fade,
Off Normandy's stormy shores to a curtainless center stage.
You're malleable you bend so easily
Every which way every which way
Aa cordless morbid aura always takes center stage
& in the end, don't forget, all you'll be is his last name
A head stone & his last name, his last name.
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8. |
The Day in 2D
01:20
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Death Rattle
Death Rock
Death Ray
Suicide Day
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9. |
The Day in 1D
03:48
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One-dimensional day,
It’s not even Halloween.
He’s a twin of hers and she of he.
I worry like a mother, like I worry.
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10. |
Engine Trouble
03:32
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Keep your mystery in tact,
Slack and lazy lazy and slack,
One pony, one trick and a monkey on your back,
Feed the monkey village idiot savant.
She gets it, "Keep it as a secret", but not me I can't sleep on that shit
She might be seen with the DSM-13,
I won't be caught sleeve-deep in unsolved mysteries.
I won't be caught sleeve-deep in unsolved mysteries.
She's a brand new tired, body-without-head.
Repeat mantra "People aren't projects"
Voices pass through wires and pledge allegiance.
Please forget, must accept, excuse, bless.
She gets it, "Keep it as a secret", but not me I can't sleep on that shit
She might be seen with the DSM-13,
I won't be caught sleeve-deep in unsolved mysteries.
I won't be caught sleeve-deep in unsolved mysteries.
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The Baby Machines Buffalo, New York
The Baby Machines were a three piece band out of Buffalo, NY with Jess Collins on Bass and Vocals, Elijah Jimerson on Guitar
and Richard McCarthy on Drums.
Other albums on this page are projects involving members of this band.
The Trends are Jess Collins vocals, Brad Solley guitars, Richard McCarthy Drums & Eric Neffke Bass.
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