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Fast Drivers
00:59
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Morning Cartoons
01:57
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Morning Cartoons:
Grips on a nervous day
Falling through an obstacle course.
Creaking of the middle aged bones.
2 hours till the morning cartoons come on.
Morning Cartoons.
My friend My friend wanna be a demigod.
My friend you won’t ever be a demigod.
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Morning Outro
00:49
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End Of Act
01:34
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End Of Act:
Peaks and valley drops
All your limbs flew off.
Grow them back.
You're still limping there,
Waiting old and scared.
Grow a back.
There's no reinvention
Only reinterpretation
Barely that.
Peaks and valley drops.
One day all will stop.
End of act.
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Remember
00:47
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Remember:
Remember
We’ll always remember your face and the love that you gave.
We’ll remember you.
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Licorice
02:31
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Licorice:
Licorice and candy canes on the grave of a superhero.
Broken cape holiday.
Make a wish.
It’ll come true underground.
Nobody will see it, but you’ll know it was real.
It’s like being born into a tampon.
Look at his picture there yellowing.
He was once the king of everything meaningful.
It’s all gone, washed away, wrinkled now.
You won’t wake him up anymore.
Happy Birthday.
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Reading Brecht & Feast
04:16
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Reading Brecht:
We all wanted castles when we were kids.
We wanted tigers.
We wanted nonsense.
And on…and on…and on.
We used to believe that the world was round.
We looked up to vice presidents and clowns.
But now we’ve grown up and we know the truth.
That love is TV and Jesus is booze.
Now we’ve grown up and licked each other.
Like rabid robots reading Brecht in church.
And on…and on….and on
Feast: (produced by Davey Dreadnot)
Let’s have our fucking feast.
Fill our mouths up with a bigger piece of bloody meat, a disgusting treat.
Funny to me that we’re never truly full even though every time we sit down we’re just shoving treats in our chubby cheeks.
Coming up with more ridiculous visions and cunning schemes.
All around the running streams we seem to be deleting, depleting of any energy we’re needing.
What a funny dream.
When the frogs have four eyes…
Fish can’t reproduce.
When the faux finish covering our faces is finally fading into the lagoons.
When our pockets are covered in skin of genetically mutated animal twins
And our bodies are nothing but metal, severed, underdeveloped while Frankenvegetables are delectable.
I suppose it’s ok as long as food keeps on flowing into my fat face
But give it a matter of time and there’s gonna be somebody eating our minds….
A population of zombies that never quite dies…
Give it a matter of time and there’s gonna be somebody telling you what a population of fucking idiots you are.
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Fake Four Inc. is a record label based in New Haven, CT that specializes in experimental hip hop, indie pop and anything else we like.
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