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a strange little party
05:01
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who’s to say
precisely what was shouted
the kid was hit in the face with a smiley shake
all the rats
that rummage through the garbage
do we look just the same from the ships in outer space
a bird in the hand
like a rose that had grown from the shit in the garden
oh it’s just as well
who’s to blame
there is water and glass on the living room carpet
salt water fish and Christmas lights lights lights lights
what a strange little party
a tray of cocaine inside the water closet
understand it
but only if you want to
scrawled across the floor
small talk beneath a paper lantern
debasing this place just feels right right right right
what a strange little party
though it’s late it’s just getting started
a unitarian party
a tray of cocaine inside the water closet
words by: M. Kong
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i fell asleep again
i hate driving cars…anymore
and when it’s time to go
dark water swallow me whole
and there’s the Drake Hotel
pink light so high…cut me down
and once around the bend
you looked much older, than before
sitting at the bar
my hands looked blue
those old tapestries
don’t make sense to me, how ‘bout you?
a wraith at the World’s Fair
translucent white…cut me down
it all seemed so bright
the night sky, swallowed them whole
suddenly it’s so loud
it shook our feet from the ground
parents must be so proud
you took the easy way out
what’s wrong? what’s wrong?
what’s wrong? what’s wrong?
took the easy way out.
words by: M. Kong
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perfect teeth
04:49
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headed north along the lake
Granville is full of drunken shapes
you felt it too
i know you do…alright
campus kids flood the streets
entitled thoughts from perfect teeth
you felt it too
i know it’s true…oh yeah
your eyes are kind
everything i want was here tonight
oooh Natty-Ann, if you want, i can stay
til Sunday morning
if you want me to, i will for you
oooh that big band, clarinets in gin-soaked hands
blow my mind again
a man in a cape barks at the train
i think i understand his pain
you felt it too
i know you do….alright
your eyes are kind
everything i want was here tonight
oooh Natty-Ann, if you want, i can stay
til sunday morning
if you want me to, i will for you
oooh that big band, clarinets in gin-soaked hands
blow my mind again
words by: M. Kong
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who you know
03:15
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a posed picture, there’s no laughing
a soft landing, from your daddy
it’s not right
it’s not art
it’s all who you know, tonight
feed it money, ’til it grows
your friend circles, i don’t know
it’s not right
it’s not art
it’s all who you know, tonight
the ocean tide, pulls me under
a mountain crest, soars above me
what a shame, all that wonder
a partial thought, the dead among us
the ocean tide, pulls me under
a mountain crest, soars above me
words by: M. Kong
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8-bit crEEps Chicago, Illinois
A psych-wave quartet in a polygamist marriage with new-wave synths, fuzzed out guitars and big beats. New sounds from old circuits, for your daily bread and circus.
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