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Human Butt
05:45
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Star forward
Falls to the ground
Weeping
Animated .GIF to be
Left tackle
A bone-crunching sound
Record of the injury
Stunt pilot
Pull that back so we can see
Feeding a desk life blob form sit rot
So vile
Borders on obscene
Creeping
Incapacitated life
One man's doom
Lottery of fate
Amplifies your fear of heights
Respect paid
Suddenly it's not alright
Feeding a desk life blob form sit rot
Commentator asks
What was it for?
Bowing
Record of the injury
The father always tried to pass it on to his son
And if it didn't take, oh well, he wasn't the one
Another boy who was groomed and ushered onto the field
They can see from the stands it's over; he'll never heal
Sit back, have a beer, put your feet up
How you been? Seen the clip? It's egregious
Hear the snap, glimpse the bone, see the crowd gasp
Just a game, it's a fluke, part of combat
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2. |
NTD
03:38
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3. |
The Freeze, the Fritz
05:58
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The light, the sound
The angel, the blanket, the fear
The grid, the air
The locket, the basement, the tear
The freeze, the fritz
Forging simple contracts
The air, the miles
Longing for your contact
Ancient, creeping, tactile
But the curse is yours
Even after all of this
You do your chores
Sun and sea and wind and rain
The earthly spores
The horse, the plot
Razing every landmass
The owl, the squirrel
Verdant trees and lush grass
The squeeze, the blitz
Lucky witch's cackle
The hide, the truth
Sucking of the shackle
The crops, the corn
A blight for every season
The jobs, the pinch
They don't need a reason
Shouting forth, you seal the pipes
Hissing in its face
Master plan blows down the doors
Adamant embrace
Spewing spit and heavy filth
Suffocating space
Looking through, you glimpse the fiend
He's ogling your plot
Chickens screaming through the gate
A blasphemizing rot
Sullen sits the music lady
This is all she's got
Looking down into the pool
A spot three inches wide
Exploding like an asteroid
It fries your luck alive
Why can't we get checklist right?
One, two, three, four, five
I'm so sorry
I can't be there
East Coast madness
I'm so sorry
It got this bad
Someone help her
I'm so sorry
I can't fix it
It's not my world
I'm not worried
Know they'll be fine
They're my family
I'm not worried
Fiend don't have my…
Turns his gaze to
Singe the skin off a countenance so vain
Up lighted streets, on quiet nights*
When stillness was the way to flight
For in the end, we all flash back
The block calls out; siege of black
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*Respects to Neil Peart.
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4. |
Line of Prime
04:32
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Sleep
My son
Posture
Of everyone
The mission
Head full of sparks
Thrilled
Doomed inside a mirage
Seep
Let go
Shuffle
Then you set it aside
Fix
Dream list
Jacked
Prisoner of the tide
You animated every spark
Believing that it was your purpose
And to a flame they all went dark
Conceded that it wasn't worth it
Self-cannibal in all our minds
You're gnawing through a feeble curtain
The skeleton and brain cannot align
You mastered all the lesser arts
Coasting
And glossed over the tricky parts
Ghosting
Slice the scalp
Behold the brain
Boiling in its sweat
Reach down in
And extract the grain
Every piece you can get
Once a prince
And now insane
Leatherbound and alone
Made no sense
Blade drops
Caught a break
Returned to the plains
Pilgrimage of the saint
He can keep
Flame hot
That dream locked
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5. |
List Serve
08:54
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List serve
Who, what, when
Deserve
Let's begin
Turning pockets inside out
You're talismad
List serve
Keep it clean
Yes, sir
Oh, I've always been
Trusting, hustling, so devout
You're just as bad
Old selfish master
Coursing its way upstream
Paint drying faster
Staining every lampshade green
List serve
What base thirst
Which man
Got there first
Old selfish master
Coursing its way upstream
Paint drying faster
Staining every lampshade green
Not so fast so
Just a vessel
List serve
Understand
Reserve
List serve
Best we can
Observe
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Your life says perfection
That part will fall through
I am out for blood
Steering Greed
Middle Age
Twitchy Eye
Frozen Air
Decisions
Call the coin in the air
Tails makes five in a row
Sparkling Dates
Nicorette
A slow day
Parking Gods
Paradigm shift
Pedal screeching threat
Horses above
Cannibalized for a piece of it
Into Aftershave
She's Uncaged
Paint Unscathed
Perma Dusk
A slow day
She's Unfazed
You think your life says perfection
You believe your life says perfection
Eventually will fall through
Who cares about those inner whistle things?
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Dude couldn't have a wilder vibe
How does it feel, knowing all your friends are mine?
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STATS (Brooklyn) Brooklyn, New York
Formed in 2002 under the name Stay Fucked, STATS are an aggressive, stylistically omnivorous rock trio based in Brooklyn. STATS released their debut LP, 'Mercy,' in August 2015 via New Atlantis Records.
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