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It finally happened,
I wasn't prepared,
Not unlike a tsunami...
When I was in new york,
Two years ago,
I walked past claes oldenburg,
Thinking of you...
But all that is over now.
I am alone,
I am going to japan...
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Mungo Park, explored Africa,
Mungo Park, explored Africa...
And he drowned in Nigeria,
He Drowned in Nigeria.
Elephant, hunters in africa,
They raid the wilds, of jall-on-kadoo,
Ivory, is sold on the gambia-
River to, european men...
Where Mungo Park began,
His adventure in Africa.
Rainy season, men die on the way,
Down stream, the river niger,
Canoes attack, on the bussa banks,
When Mungo Park, explored Africa...
And drowned in Nigeria,
He Drowned in Nigeria.
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I only see them in the big strobe,
Bleaching the nightclubs to find,
the missionary's merked in uncertain terms,
but evade them like ghosts upon return.
I'm hating on girls,
cause there hating on me,
so I'm hating on girls,
I'm hating on girls.
So I just hang out with the boys,
I just hang out with the boys.
In every tear there is a treasure,
Harboured beside me like a death, the lanterns of,
Jealousy rise, I tell big lies
I thought I had found it in Budapest.
I'm hating on girls,
cause there hating on me,
so I'm hating on girls,
I'm hating on girls.
so I just hang out with the boys,
I just hang out with the boys.
It's a monumental task
For someone like me to ask
The world you want is flat
Why do you operate like that
I'm hating on girls...
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At the top of the himalayas,
River beds gather the snow,
Conifer trees in the forest fall,
The moon bear sleeps below.
the bear hibernates a hole in the pine,
its coarse knots run into the spine,
the mountains sunk from the rain all month,
whilst you hunt, my moon...
Moon bear.
Across easter island,
Black heads line the shore,
Stone gods watching the south pacific,
Ocean, from a far.
The moons like a drum at the mountain peak,
Wish I could sleep well, if just for a week,
the mountains sunk from the rain all month,
whilst you hunt, my moon.
Moon bear.
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Grizzly Bear (Canada)
03:10
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The moon stands like a headstone,
A telescopic, cycloptic eye,
A reminder of extraneous life,
A constant reminder of mine...
I picture myself as a grizzly bear,
Living in Canada,
If the night ever takes,
My childish dreams,
What will be left back here...
What will be left back here...
I hope she knows its found me,
The chill gathers inside,
and like a ghost she passes through me,
Retires and sets to die...
But sleeperhead is a fictional town,
and even I, cant stay here,
I will submit my childish dreams,
For I am not the grizzly bear,
I am not the grizzly bear...
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Its too, too late, to leave, or turn, turn it off man,
from these drunk bitches,
They might, they might, they might, they might, come home with us,
they wanna get fucked up,
I dont, dont wanna, dont wanna, dont wanna, have to talk,
like that all night.
I hate the cops, the fakes, the girls, and the bullies,
who make it hard for me,
It feels, good to, take it, from them, so I can have it,
when they dont notice me,
I dont, wanna spend, money, i want, it for free, everything for free.
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Like my, father has a broken back,
The isotropic terrapin,
The isotropic terrapin,
Its taupe shell is broken into fragments.
I hope, these seedlings,
Are no longer fabrications,
Are no longer fabrications,
but the bristle cone pine, endlessly grows, alone.
I think, I would do,
Almost anything,
Almost anything,
To meet her again, the prime mover.
The laborious tasks,
Asked of my constrictors,
Shared with my conflictors,
The cumbersome truths I know.
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I watch my grandmothers death,
Through my fathers stress,
As I wait at baited breath.
The familiar songs rise like a ghost,
To the monolithic host,
I surrender to my-trespasses.
But the structure, of the open grave,
the structure seems the same,
Our house, moved from place to place.
Czech Republic.
I wish she could take back her goodbye,
and only tell me lies,
that she needs me by her side.
I'm encouraged by my father and my mother,
By denson and my younger brother,
They've helped me through the year.
My brother had his birthday today,
Like-an abattoir I wait,
An in-comprehensive cave.
Czech Republic.
And every-day-I ask myself, not to subside,
Till its embroidered or denied-
it binds, and serves me like a light.
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To me you're like the steel dragon,
The steel dragon,
I can see the planets from here,
The steel dragon,
The moon is a neighbor up here,
The steel dragon,
I dont want to be anywhere but here,
The steel dragon...
Fucking steel dragon,
The steel dragon,
Fucking steel dragon.
When I reach the top of steel dragon,
I feel like homer taking bowling balls from a canon,
I'm so done with this planet,
Ride the dragon,
Ride the dragon,
Riding the dragon to the next moon landing,
I'm standing, with jesus on the water,
for moral support, he says its too late,
just wait, but i feel like frankenstein in a death race,
wish i could, ride the dragon when i start to loose faith,
escape, having visions of tanooki in bape robes,
suppose, i go back to nagashima spa when things get low.
I want to trek with the quads through the chinese map,
see beijing and hong kong and never come back.
fuck these dreams of china,
i'd swap the ninth wonder just to sip a stevewiser,
or to climb to the stratusphere,
forever drinking beers with buzz lightyear,
watching repeats of our favourite shows,
like home improvement and venture bros,
a lifetime supply of honey loops and oreos.
ah here it goes.
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End
02:16
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Maybles Labels Manchester, UK
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2014 - 2017
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