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Zach Buck - Spoken Word
Jesse Manou - Synth/Percussion
Chris Ning - Vocals
Sea Beau - Vocals/synth
Nicole Cain - Bass Guitar
Lucas Manou - Trombone
Lyrics
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Pay disease palaces.
Carnal trees say ‘Riot.’
Son of seas emerges
and he doesn’t have time.
Matter fact he’s all that
‘whispering trees.’
Peel the band-aid off,
let’s get into it.
Cue sycophants
with their drawn out
‘you-kiss-bads,’
piece of law.
Two tickets to the spider show,
the lust circus! Riot.
My first years with the muse of abbatoirs
were the best damn years I’ve ever had
because I’m like that. So inclined to see
Signs. Means they’re gonna fight.
My my, I’d feel good if I if I if I
Manipulate my little machine I’ve got a golden machine.
The angel of death is coming
and you look a little green around the gills.
But that’s the inner structure
I drilled holes in my nights
so I could breathe.
Riot. Right? My little sleepers locked in a dream.
My insect brides,
I love all these catapults,
they help me decide.
Bathe me in oil,
Oh, you look so plaster white.
Play with the wings
of a dead street-littering pigeon.
So kind.
Alright alright—
I want to hear applause collapse,
and lungs bite.
’swith these couples
at the sock hop?
I’ve got all the money.
Call a doctor.
I fucking swallowed a coin again.
Sorry.
Inherit the academy
and you win this straw swan,
you get this wicker swan.
Or you can be an anarchist
who still gets nice stuff
and likes to believe they never hurt anyone.
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a friend
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a friend
I’ve got
I’ve got a friend.
Cue sycophants
with their drawn out
‘you-kiss-bads’
piece of law.
(Piece of law)
Riot.
Poseidon, he’s gonna, he’s gonna get to the bottom.
I’ve got a secret claw.
All this time.
Pick a side.
Pick a side.
Riot.
All this time.
Pick a side.
Pick a side.
Riot.
I’ve got a secret mind,
a bastard damn closed mind.
I heard a voice from a higher beyond,
saw the sights.
Carnal trees love the tourists,
they let tourists
riot.
They love tourists,
pick them right up off the pavement.
I couldn’t classify it. I wouldn’t try.
It’s all so blasé anyway.
Zach Buck - Spoken Word
Jesse Manou - Synth/Percussion
Chris Ning - Vocals
Sea Beau - Vocals/synth
Nicole Cain - Bass Guitar
Lucas Manou - Trombone
Lyrics
-------
Pay disease palaces.
Carnal trees say ‘Riot.’
Son of seas emerges
and he doesn’t have time.
Matter fact he’s all that
‘whispering trees.’
Peel the band-aid off,
let’s get into it.
Cue sycophants
with their drawn out
‘you-kiss-bads,’
piece of law.
Two tickets to the spider show,
the lust circus! Riot.
My first years with the muse of abbatoirs
were the best damn years I’ve ever had
because I’m like that. So inclined to see
Signs. Means they’re gonna fight.
My my, I’d feel good if I if I if I
Manipulate my little machine I’ve got a golden machine.
The angel of death is coming
and you look a little green around the gills.
But that’s the inner structure
I drilled holes in my nights
so I could breathe.
Riot. Right? My little sleepers locked in a dream.
My insect brides,
I love all these catapults,
they help me decide.
Bathe me in oil,
Oh, you look so plaster white.
Play with the wings
of a dead street-littering pigeon.
So kind.
Alright alright—
I want to hear applause collapse,
and lungs bite.
’swith these couples
at the sock hop?
I’ve got all the money.
Call a doctor.
I fucking swallowed a coin again.
Sorry.
Inherit the academy
and you win this straw swan,
you get this wicker swan.
Or you can be an anarchist
who still gets nice stuff
and likes to believe they never hurt anyone.
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a friend
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a
I’ve got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
who’s got a friend
whos got a friend
I’ve got
I’ve got a friend.
Cue sycophants
with their drawn out
‘you-kiss-bads’
piece of law.
(Piece of law)
Riot.
Poseidon, he’s gonna, he’s gonna get to the bottom.
I’ve got a secret claw.
All this time.
Pick a side.
Pick a side.
Riot.
All this time.
Pick a side.
Pick a side.
Riot.
I’ve got a secret mind,
a bastard damn closed mind.
I heard a voice from a higher beyond,
saw the sights.
Carnal trees love the tourists,
they let tourists
riot.
They love tourists,
pick them right up off the pavement.
I couldn’t classify it. I wouldn’t try.
It’s all so blasé anyway.
