1. |
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01:51
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2. |
M.A.V.
02:25
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this city is two massive walls
and they forgot the airholes
thousands of riot cops
limb to limb fill the blocks
notice that beneath face plates
dangle strips of papier mache
flip a match, watch it catch
mort aux vaches
field of fascists
fire lillies in rapid blossom
quavering in hot wind
stamen tongues roll out mouths in pain
flowers face sunward, withering
every cop
is at heart
dead and
when i see one
i wish he was
a dead man
family
salary
and sadism can
sustain you
brain of glue
not human
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3. |
Wrecked
01:53
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cars hit nice people one per minute every day
yet so many douchenozzles are warmed by sun rays
the train tracks are greased with the blood
of empathetic sensitive fuck ups
exasperated sigh thru the paper
get to work at least 5 minutes later
feelings are
just passing clouds
and here comes
the rain one now
staring up
where sun used to be
left burned image
on my retina screen
water filling up
my gaping mouth
nostril holes
vision blotting out
if it lasts much longer
ill probably drown
feeling wrecked
feeling down
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4. |
Heavy Lidded
02:13
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hate you so much
blow spit bubbles til they bust
so faded from hunger
head side tilted on the bus
talk to me like a human being
it seems like no one does
you think i'm on drugs
fuck i wish i was
what hurts
everything
what can't i take
being awake
i'm a piece of shit
and all of you have shat out it
heavy lidded eyes
keep a lid on whats inside
with every car that's passing by
i wanna pick a fight
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5. |
What Life
01:31
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rain inside decaying houses
walls peel off and cling to skin
they form shells around soft bodies
they form exoskeletons
the wealthy sit up on the mouth edge
of a dried up earth worm
gazing downward through the tunnels
we're in different organs
and cling to particles of dirt
we fight over them aimless
from dizzy heights the powers that be
peer down thru the anus
MY ROOMMATES ARE RATS AND SPIDERS
ANTS AND RATS AND DEAD RATS
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6. |
Better Flip It
00:15
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7. |
Quality Control
01:35
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i dump out the water at the cloud factory
i cremate the corpses at the people powder plant
quality control
quality
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8. |
Trypanophilia
01:41
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trypanophilia
how many have been inside of me?
millions or
thousands at least
scar tissue sunken atlantis
leakback mountainous bolus
island of my hazardous waste
laying arms angled
making needle
angels
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9. |
Is Impolite
01:59
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hearing
what's said
feeling
dead
nothing
transmitted
signal's
dead
casting spells is impolite
judge my life in ample light
drag my name thru plague and blight
mud will crust over my sight
there is nothing you can do
to me
that i wont
beat you to
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10. |
Strongly Worded Letter
02:21
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only wall-bloodied knuckles
will make me feel better
i wanna write him
a strongly worded letter
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11. |
o (X) o
01:34
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Albacore Records Oakland, California
Albacore Records was started in Mobile, AL in 2001 by Yacob as a means of releasing small runs of musical projects, usually in cd-r or tape form. Now in Oakland, CA. This website will be used to document the most recent creative outpourings of these various projects. Releases by KLACTOVEEDSEDSTENE, THE SACK EM UPS, TFFW'z, JIBBER AND TWITCH, YACOB, and SISSY FISTS. Yacob also sings in OVER. ... more
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