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GRIPMASTER3X
05:34
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Look they're watching, I'm so light
They're watching, I'm so light
They're watching, I'm so light
They're watching, I'm so-
Look they're watching, I'm so
They're watching, I'm so
They're watching, I'm so
They're watching, I'm so-
Light, rend, get up. Wash my words.
Feign, caught, get up. Thaw my dead.
Shot, blind, get up. Condense my time.
Pay, therefore, we get more.
Cost of new plans.
Old actions change hands.
What's the frame again,
I forget the game again.
Pain lifts us, can't stand to miss us.
Laugh and dismiss us.
I cannot fix us.
What's the frame again,
I forget the game again.
Change, misstep.
Face, reset.
Cold, inset.
Raise, except.
I don't think you know,
Iron doesn't grow.
Pay me what you owe,
I already said so.
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STRICT BIRD POLICY
05:46
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God is a ghost, a fall picture.
Salt in your throat, six-four.
Moth infidel, seeks sunlight.
One fills it up, one wants more.
Je ne sais pas, don't know guitar.
Angle it far, shave off a bar.
I don't freak out, just settle.
Check some stuff out, make something better.
Gull, sand.
Frame salts it all.
Pull in your trawl, set fan.
Sew up the shore.
Slow read the lore.
Just spit it out.
Yellow in doubt.
Run if you can,
black kettle.
Show us your teeth,
show us your mettle.
We didn't need it.
You're not allowed,
we just decided.
Go try again,
and get invited.
Let's cut some shapes in your brain,
live off your fortune and fame.
Make a wish,
drink a tonic.
Say it twice,
make it chronic.
Here come the drag,
wait for it.
Parse out your drug,
rehearse.
Salvage the hag,
reach for it.
Tow pulls you in, well-
much better.
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SUGAR CIRCUIT
05:00
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Buskett, set off, one preset, party set.
Fall seeded, won't forget.
My secret form, my second form.
I see it once again, start again.
My feet are two cigars.
My future's sent.
My time is bent.
Your sun is in the ground, not around.
Your circle's going down.
Burnt effigy.
Acclivity.
A shade of worse contempt, over spent,
I feed it coal and shame.
My wolf is tame.
It's just a game.
A last sentence salt tide,
small rift in a fault line off Malta.
Gozo, Straits of Comino.
The stark, barren shoreline
recedes and proposes it's warning.
Water, destruction and slaughter.
A portion has shifted.
The ocean compels the horizon.
Measure, culture erasure.
The dip of the strata dissolves them
in light greens and whites
as the shadows absorb all the sound
of their cries.
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Service Boston, Massachusetts
Thousands of years ago, beyond the hoary mists of time, we began farting into amps and calling it "music". It continues
thusly.....
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Luka Lemander
-vox/guitar
Matt Daniels
-bass
Jon Cordaro
-guitar
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