Well I’m drunk once again
out walking the dog
Any headlight could be yours
cutting through the fog

Everyone has your name
Everyone drives your Civic
You’re everywhere, all the time
in the works they call “fictive”

There we are on the second, second floor
of the glistening, glistening department store
bad man Santa and lights galore
On the second floor of the department store

Will there be flowers?
Will there be flowers again?
Is Frankie singing?
Will it be Frankie or Damon?

I've turned every mountain into a meal
I say, I say, I say it’s too complicated
I’ve turned every mountain into a meal
I hope you'll sit me down and say
“Shut up and deal.”

I've turned every mole hill into a meal
I say, I say, I say it’s extraordinary
I’ve turned every mole hill into a meal
I hope you'll get out the cards and say
“Shut up and deal.”

Maybe I won’t fall if I don’t look down

Shut Up and Deal

bogambrose

gilt

doug six

Untouchable Face

68CV1

Nearer Morons (Mise en Abyme Mix) - Jazz Robin Hydration Hunch

Lyrics:

Elephant paths
And flowers in cracks
And vines that pull down walls
Colorful tags
And tattered flags
And sweat drip down my

Wit is on the stairs 
My wit is on the stairs 
Don’t look at me my 
My wit is on the stairs

I don’t care
It’s modular
We’ll fix it all in post
Following whims
Like a porpoise swims
From my head down to my

Wit is at its end
My wit is at its end
Don’t fuck with me 
My wit is at its end

Shower thoughts 
Of moments fraught
With phantoms
I feed apple sauce 
Disagreements
I forgot 
Now I see
It’s all for naught

spirit

#Halloween

Lyrics:
Maybe flip that script
Bite me a white zombie
Rob a vampire
Of his empire
No ghost crew-cuts
Ifs, ends, or butts
Yeah my five finger discount
Props to the pops
Of the past
Straight Shinto
Not a castration of kinder
Mallard or a ton
Oozing newts undone
Goofer cypher round the cinder

Simulcast every spasm
Phantasmagore it brings
Supercaliforniamystics
Got ya tripping again

Clay man forged
An invisible hand
Shackles on the cattle
Tombs sealed in
With blood and sin
Til the bones begin to rattle
Oil in the veins
Shine like porcelain
Dead eyed dollies
Dealing data
Demon dance
And doomscrolling
Til the straw men call for battle

Pushing petals
Twisted metal
Zero sum ending
Turnt out mutha fuckers
With a lizard grin

(Spoilt fruit of thy womb
Jewel of valued things)