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Rabid
06:08
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Books built on blank tape skin
Buried are the burdens of other kin
Space is safe as is muted friction
Truth is only the ink of the writer’s pen
When a habit’s all you got, there’s not a smoke escape
As a pattern doesn’t rot, nor does a freedom take flame
Backlash from a caterwaul of grasses
Bricks bought on collected ashes
Pistol shot ship tanked of a mere kid
We shout back all the pigs are rabid
Stop Shooting
When a habit’s all you got, there’s not a smoke escape
As a pattern doesn’t rot, nor does a freedom take flame
Pointing missiles at the crown,
Against the wall we’ll tear it down
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Polar Bear
04:23
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Cold, we’ve outsold, we’ve outgrown our innocence,
Spent up our bliss, on convoluted conversations
“Outta luck,” they said, some luck will give
The polar bear back its skin
Or at least the thermal tubes, so transparent
But I know Poly’s trade indifference,
Counter-up, we can make it disappear,
Problem pointing we fake the coast clear
Disciple doubled down dollar, iced oil remover
Remover
Old, we’d been told, we know no,
The answer it’s, always been,
Settle the Silverhairs and their hunger,
O’er the hill it is, the hill has been,
The marketplace for Franklin Folders
Fiends finding, thieves thriving
But I know Poly’s trade indifference,
Counter-up, we can make it disappear,
Problem pointing we fake the coast clear
Disciple doubled down dollar, iced oil remover
Remover
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Homeschool
04:33
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I came over just to watch you disintegrate into your room
That your mom built for you to try to keep you safe
To shade you from the world and outta harms way
Now you’re older and thirsty clean and hungry
For someone to hold you and save you from yourself
Shade you from the world that your mother built
And painted us all in Hell
In Hell
Now it’s over and your purity is buried inside of me
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4. |
Cold as Hell
04:23
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The proper pointed social scene
I hold your stature with my halo
Your disney dismal damsel dream
Has turned into a poisonous machine
The skirt slimmed sings liberty
But unallotted to your teeming
Tenacity unceasing theme of giving me yourself
I don’t seek
I was having fun with my friends
Till you came along and drugged us
And I don’t want your son in my matrix
I’m not your bethal nor your sea
I’m not the pool in which you’re swimming
Not the keeper or the means
For you to cosset virile seething
And those good old boys
Are cold as hell
I’ve seen them hit their mark and the ice don’t melt
And I don’t want their sons in our matrices
Slow fucker so calm in countenance
Caught your hand crawling
Saved by men showing a false offence
Truth you took from me
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Expectations
05:56
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Bled out, drown your burning sound,
Bid your time to keep that job
No sense in playing out
What’d you want me to be?
Beats buying, bread on burning time
Sell those breaking strings don’t cry
Soon the rush resides
What’d you want me to be?
Dread now? Calm your serpent tongue
Call a poignant move back in
Real, isn’t it?
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Bike
04:30
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I just want to ride my bike
Such an innocent step in a long line
Counted compilations trite
Simple sentences spill of fear flight
Sobered by some reckless high
Pummeled ignorance of our shared life
In a better day
I hope we stay awake
Instead of running away
From all of our ignorance
From all dismemberment and all our difference
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7. |
For Anyone
06:36
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Why’d you go and do that for anything
If not for each other
Would you go and do that for anyone
If not for one another
Wrote that list just to check it off
Built that box just to fill it up
Well I hope you find if you’re looking
That it serves you better
Well I hope you find if you’re looking
And it serves you better
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Treebird
05:25
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In your branches, I take refuge
As we wait for it to end
I followed my blood it, took me here
I didn’t call on logic
So we’re waiting on all of this
All of this
To make sense again
For it to make sense again
We’re waiting
In the cold I noticed my loneliness
I was waiting on my brother,
To get back from the winter flight
But he never came around again
Around again
And the frost was gone with him,
I’ve been waiting on you to get back
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Cocordion Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Cocordion is a noise-pop group, conceived upon Colorado’s I-25 frontrange megalopolis, currently residing in Philadelphia.
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