Ava Smokes

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
	
Put a pie down give it to me
Unaware but tuned in I’m needing my tree
Imma fucking chew this shit up
Get about 30 bucks
Yo baby what you need
I got a minneola folder of dreams
All the footage taken with no bitches in custody
Who you call a sourceless god of energy
Fuck it matter I got this shit in triple reams
You can bet it backwards baby
You won’t remember me
Now only a moment of extravagance
Through the window pane of cheap analysis
I barely hold onto faith
I couldn’t describe his face
But somewhere that’s deep in a dimension
This is a Tuesday afternoon for this gentleman

You go in
Clean sweep
Tight air
Stained ink I believe
This bitch has got no air of mystique
A factory of shortcuts
No mirror to confront
A meaningless discussion
A lack of will to construct
It’s fragile but abrupt
I barely got directions but that shit is 20 bucks
No will to construct
It’s fragile but abrupt
I got no directions and that shit is only 10 bucks

It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
I think someone is in my house
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
I think someone is in my house

It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
I think someone is in my house
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
It’s creeping up but I never see him
Someone’s in my house

acid todd

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
Hold onto grace
If not the chance
Maybe for the mistake
Stole the light out a face
It’s not my plan
But there’s no plan if it’s laced
If there’s a moon out you know it’s yours
Analysis is a chore one might choose to ignore
If there’s a rise you know you’ll die
An empty relic can’t contort
Unless you think your eyes

Kicking and screaming and bleeding and begging
Please all you had to say was
Kicking and screaming and bleeding and begging
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
All you had to say was
Please

Look in
Up close
There’s an underlying tone that everybody knows
And you don’t understand how
Nothing will ever feel as empty as right now
Here comes the mourning
There’s something here I can feel it in my
There’s something here I can feel it in my
There’s something here I can feel it in my
There’s something here I can feel it in my bones
Just know you’re alone

please

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
Yo level up
Are you speaking in tongues
Is the proposition clever enough
I only speculate with love
Under a guise and off of the cuff
You can mambo ‘round the city
While you suck on a gun
And know your worth
You the dumbest motherfucker on earth
I would staple your eyes shut
If it meant you would learn
Yet I try baby I beg and beg to die
Make it vague
You can fuck all the effort away

Fuck weak
Break cheap concrete
Rip it open then critique
Make sure that shit bleeds
Fuck weak
Break cheap concrete
Rip it open then critique
I’m too high to evaluate
The warped wood
I forgot when it got good
All enduring to waste
For nothing but a sharp taste
Tapatio make me a mistake
Broken pry
I’m nothing but a worse guy
With a better mouth to lie
I saw it coming ‘round the bend
With a veiled dread
Every motherfucker just wanna suspend death

Some wet wood
I got no need
We ain’t need no sacrifice
Make it me
Make it me
Illuminate
Fuck me outta my hate
I wanna empty and replace
Tapatio make me a mistake

turn my body into paint

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
	
Everybody look in find your pace
What about me? It’s lurking away
Take no chance save no face
Cut out your tongue to communicate
But it’s all too broad
Way too niche
Why the fuck do I need to speak
Too mundane
Too distinct
Do you want to take a picture with me?
Come together
But make it a chore
Assume form
Then tie a stone to my neck
On the ocean floor

I need it
Just a drop of the adolescent confined
I’m an adult I’m at fault
Are you out of your mind
I was born on eggshells and nobody knows
But how much can this motherfucker gross
It’s a medical non-companionship
Baby’s got all the tools couldn’t be less equipped
Sticking up for the right like someone’s on your dick
Writing everything down like you give a shit
Come together
But make it a chore
Assume form
Then tie a stone to my neck
On the ocean floor
Come together
But make it a chore
Assume form
Then tie a stone to my neck
On the ocean floor

I have never been worse
And if this had any worth
I’d fucking kill you
That shit would still feel rehearsed
Everyone peripheral
Make it void make it null
I’m gonna die never having been original
I don’t get it
Everybody’s living
Who the fuck acquitted us
Everybody turn to dust
I don’t get it
Everybody’s living
Who the fuck acquitted us
Everybody turn to dust

the view through 62

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
Make yourself at home
I have never felt weaker
Amble on broken glass
What kind of attack
Would be fitting for an asshole that don’t fight back
It’s just pain
Can you bleach a stain out
Oh god I don’t know
The tide of grief distorts
But can it open an attic door you stupid whore
We need no pleasantries
No debrief no rapport
Score

You fucking say to yourself
The memory means well
I don’t know if this is
The way to go about it
You fucking say to yourself
The memory means well
I don’t know if this is
The way to go about it

The apathy is clouded
Now you’re fucking surrounded
Who ever knew you’d grow
Another day
Another flaw
Another tasteless call
So check this shit bitch

The world is overflowing agape
I hope it ain’t too late
Lemme suck a dick
Like it’s 2006
Nothing matters
I know that shit’s cliche
Nothing matters
I know that shit’s cliche
Unacceptable waste
You can turn my body into paint

Wearing out the soles
It’s a chore a lock to grow
They got half a plan established
The rest we don’t know
They’re too young to plummet over
But do you dream of anyone
I’m holding the gun
And any day I’m alive
Is a brand new problem begun
I am your failure to confront

An intake
A letter
I don’t remember which one got better
An intake
A stupor
What a better cure for consumers
An intake
A letter
I don’t remember which one got better

2006

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
A shape
Deformed but awake
There must’ve been some mistake
You can let that degrade
Aware but tied down
How could you really complain
Just count the days
It’s okay to be afraid
How you gonna poach with nothing concrete baby
It’s a wind knocking punch with no epiphany
Lemme tell ya pick up the phone please
Lotta blood here bet you can’t read
Lemme spell it out for you
Maybe it’s some kind of clue
You’ll only speak when spoken to
Maybe there’s some subtlety we missed
Luckily I’m always full of shit
I’m not disappointed I’m only pissed
Good for you sucking off yourself
Just to know that you exist
Go ahead and translate
A nickel for every fake taste
Give me all your love
So I can fill you up with hate
Go ahead and translate
A nickel for every fake taste
Give me all your love
So I can fill you up with hate

I’m a slag has-been the liar deflates
And I will kick rocks like I did in Kuwait
And now the context breaks
But the bitch is a snake
Will you smoke the trace
Cover your tracks the curtain
Torn up but the shadow will shine he never
Leaves the house and he’ll never define
The gesture seems weak but it’ll intertwine
And baby can I confide you’re a mothfucking dime

I guess it
Wasn’t worth it
Boredom is my shrine
Keep talking motherfucker
Dialect divine I guess it
Wasn’t worth it
I’m just killing time
Boredom is my shrine
Keep talking motherfucker
Dialect divine

dialect divine

bass:
nolan owens
jake doyle
the chemist

saxophone:
manuel trabucc

mastering:
ollie turbitt

lyrics:
I pay homage to I don’t know what
I’m a bitch dismay fatigue all your prior dreams crushed
I bend a knee tradition in my psyche
I used to have a secret now I just can’t see
Real roots fuck the present fuck the past
What has had an impact?
Regroup I can’t even look at you
I can’t recall the phrase
But if I could it would clarify
Everything I couldn’t articulate
Are you down for that

Reminiscing is a baneful whore so get bent
I bet you were better before
Reminiscing is a baneful whore what do you think
I bet you were better before

Was it that important
Are they out to get you
Someone’s stuck with their eyes shut
Obsessed
Are you at capacity
I feel only apathy
What the fuck is the matter with me
I stumble
Eat abbreviations
Fuck hyper fixations
Only invest if it puffs up your chest
Don’t fucking live for the moment
Live for nothing
Baby fuck your brain
Only live for distain

homage

Make them pay
I only prophecy if it’s vague 

Lie 
Taking for the team downstairs
You don’t even know 
Is there any conviction in your eyes
It’s better to judge
Then to get up from your chair 
Take time
Or fuck it turn it up 
Stay unaware

God ain’t concerned with your bill
It’s all a facade
What the fuck
Make another law
You gotta try again baby 
Maybe make a bomb
I hope this ain’t too far gone

All about me 
Bow down
Greed will turn you fucking inside out 
A parasite and proud
A leech and loud

Shoot shit from the hip
Talk about the border 
You’re a performer
Planting seeds of doubt and hate 
Manipulate
Manipulate
No matter what you say
They’ll say it’s great

I never knew how fear could swallow
It overcomes with never enough

Do No Harm (feat. Sammi Lopez)

What’s up Nicki Minaj
Sitting here fantasizing
About laying you on yo stomach
And tuning that big ‘ol red ass up
And spreading and folding them big ‘ol red ass cheeks
And long-dicking that pussy ‘till it’s
Squirting and farting
Squirting and farting
Squirting and farting”

Second hand walk me down 
Coughing from the smoke
Nothing planned
Soak up the damage
Your bitch likes me broke
You are a caricature of me 
A hollow expanse
It ain’t even gonna be that deep

“I need something real”
I’m as fraudulent as they come
There is nothing I won’t steal 
There is nothing I won’t steal

I get it 
It’s a been minute 
Missing when you can’t recall the names
So find a failure and fuck him 
Give him all your shame 

Hate (hate)
Head (head)
Fuck him give him all your shame

Head

experimental industrial chaos
ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ

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