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The Sermon
04:12
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Ladies and gentlemen
We are gathered here today to steal from our heroes
We’re here to take what they’ve done and utilize it into our own creative worlds
It is okay to wear your influences on your sleeves like the hairs on your skin
Because good artists will borrow, great artists will steal, but only the best artists can get away with it
without anybody noticing, because they’ve created something new with what they’ve taken
If you stole original paintings from Monet, Picasso, and Van Gogh, sliced them up and created
A brand new painting combining the three, it could be better than any work each artist did on their own.
It is okay to take what you love what play with it, and that’s what this whole life is all about.
Under all the hatred and sorrow there is an immovable force that is love, it is all around us, it is what keeps us going,
it is the underlying way that we as humans function every single day.
Love is the good word, Love is the great word, Love is the only word
So when you call up that shrink in Miami FLA, you know the one
Doctor Nothing’s Ever Gonna Be Okay And You’re Doomed For Eternity,
You tell that doctor you don’t need his help, you don’t need his medicine,
You don’t need his prescriptions, you don’t need the diagnoses of the American Medical Association,
all you really need in this life is love, and this house is full of love.
Love for every one, love in all capacities, this is a house of love.
This is Gauze House, and it is a house of love
This is Gauze House, and Gauze love is all around us
This is Gauze House and we are all Gauze Children, that’s right
Gauze Children till the day we die and when we die we die with love in our hearts,
in our fists, and on our faces, Gauze love all we have it is what unites us
So take Gauze love and hold with you through this experience, never lose sight of it,
Brace it against your chest and proclaim to the world you have love, you have love and it is Gauze love
So take that love and be loved, and love yourself, and your surroundings, and your influences
Gauze love is all powerful, Gauze love is life, Gauze love is love, love is what makes us Gauze children,
and love is what will keep us this way.
Today, tomorrow, forever, love!
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Black Coat
04:58
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There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
And it covers up the shadows that are hiding on the wall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
Two doors down from the angels’ bedrooms where no light shines in at all
Yeah they’re sleeping, bleeding, scheming, breeding, but never dreaming
Of a better way escaping all the prodigals they’re painting
No more signs of simplistic redemption
This is war and chaos theory theologians never mention
With faces glued to text so ancient they never stick
As they’re peeling off of things from which they will never admit
I do not believe in benevolence, I never found its relevance
Excuses for transcendence reflect questionable intelligence
The art of high horse riding is blinding in the light
Of a self-righteous pariah never caught inside a plight
I hear voices, noises that evaluate my choices
What’s a boy without a boisterous ego lacking in his coitus?
But it’s simple: brittle as a bitter sleeping pillar
Walls coaxed with a coat of concrete damned to never reach fulfillment
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
And it covers up the shadows that are hiding on the wall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
Right above the black boots muddied by the weather of the fall
Yeah they’re sitting, idle shitty stitching in the breaching
Of the soles so slightly worn but beat enough to stop your wearing
No more chance to dance off the alabaster balustrade
Balancing a chalice off a rapid blasting Batarang
Amassed in a glass case rocks would never break through
When lies tread crooked waters it is hard to find the straight truth
In a vintage aircraft boneyard lies a record player tone arm
Never put to use but laid to rest by haters who berate art
A stoned teen who never learned Giger appreciation
Will get his giggles out on Cartoon Network animation
I feel sickly, succumbing to the Grey Man way of living
Like an infant screaming teething I am angry, I am seething
Could this be the point of the divinest realization?
And if so I bid you everyone my finest salutations
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
And it covers up the shadows that are hiding on the wall
This was something now it’s nothing
And it’s budding slutty touching
Ruddy sucking at the blood we spill
Like cutting funky drumming
From a cruddy record study
Dumping trumpet loops to gullies
Dummies loving claiming running
But they’re gluttons, fucking trust me
Plush is stuffed inside your tummies
It’s abundantly disgusting
In a rush of pumping scum into
Unlucky ugly ducklings
Chumps are summoning their plumbing
Like a trumped Augustus coming
To a numbing sense of wonderment
And shutting off his humming
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
There’s a black coat hanging in the hall
And it covers up the shadows that are hiding on the wall
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Get Smart
04:03
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To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way
I write lines in my verses I thought nobody would hear
I was supposed to amount to nothing but I’ll never disappear
There’s a conscience in my confidence that’s always acted low
But I stitched up all my demons and I’ll reap what I will sow
Never lost a motivation for what actually mattered
If something had to get done fast I’d get it done faster
As long as it pertained to some life importance
‘Cause I’m not about to move my day around some retail worship
In between every “Thanks for shopping with us”
I’d be writing ideas and brand new lyrics
Come home after every shift with a plan
To make personal progress on a brand new jam
For the minuscule people that actually care
But imma up those numbers by the end of the year
Take both middle fingers deep outta the muck
And flip em to every asshole who said my music sucked
To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way
Never been so tough, never been so brutish
Always been too shy, always felt so foolish
And maybe for once I feel better than ever
Now that I finally did something interesting with a record
I spent years playing sad folk songs for friends
And that period for now is at its end
While I may have done something different with the rhyme
I wrote the same damn song like 97 times
Life goes verse chorus verse then it’s over
Whittles down to just a few lines when you’re older
It’s all too short for all the same words
With the same melody and the same three chords
If the project goes well I could do it again
Or I could shut up for a while and just put down the pen
Cos outta fifteen records there’s five good songs
And they all sound the same and they last too long
To all the artists that were told you could never do a thing
And sat moping on the porch while the dinner bells ring
You still got a bit a time to present what you wanna say
And still get to kick a few asses along the way
Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Ain’t got no time to repeat myself
Breaking news: I’m a hypocrite too, what else?
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♠
04:05
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Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil
In a ’99 Neon blasting metal instrumentals
South back roads where the soda costs a penny
No speed limitations with the tumbleweeds a plenty
The heavier the car, the faster in the dark
The vehicle you drive is what makes you what you are
Windows down for breeze, lowering my feet
The only thing you see, you know it’s gonna be
80 in a 50, tank half full
Got no set location and an open road
Dust settles in skid marks back west
Put the pedal to the metal and the metal to the test
Cranked sound dial, pop can pile
Haven’t seen a recognizable face in a while
Gnashing at the bit, headbanging while I sit
Double up or quit, double stake or split
You know I’m born to lose, and gambling’s for fools
And like my baby Charli I’ll be breaking all the rules
Shaken antennae, D to the lever
But that’s the way I like it, I don’t wanna live forever
Rubber burning hubcaps, tires on the fritz
And switch the shift slick, position it quick
Fuzz in the rearview, tail light’s broke
And hope that no joke you’ll just go unknown
You know we’re going fast, you’re never gonna last
The bass is booming, arms are out the window while I pass
I got a love for speed, it never can be beat
I don’t share your greed ‘cause the only car I need is the
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Hevy Meta
03:22
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They say the first person you think about right when you wake up
is the person making you happiest or saddest
that means someone in your life is significant enough to either
make you cry or travel halfway across your atlas
And you just don’t have the time to sit down and deal with
The trials and tribulations of all the snot-nosed bastards
‘Cause if you spend too much time making too many people happy
You’ll forget about yourself and you will surely get your ass kicked
If you’re ever feeling like you can’t get out and you feel locked up and trapped
You think something has to chains but you can’t undo the shackles
And the only dirty secrets that you have left to hide
Is the vintage stack of pornos lying underneath your mattress
And it’s really hard to stay so upbeat and optimistic
When the whole wide world around you has gone completely batshit
When the heat becomes too much and the cold so bitter you can’t stand it
You’re left to brush out your expression, the big bad world’s your canvas
And life gets thrown at you so hard and so fast
It’s unbelievable to think that you could really catch it
‘Cause every day it alters and it switches up its speed
Some days it’s full of harmony and some days full of madness
And whose idea was it to make it so easy to die?
Maybe it was Eve’s or it maybe it was Adam’s
Or maybe it was Snow White who simply tried to show us
That you never know when you might get a batch of poison apples
Three knocks on your front door, the mailman’s here to see you
And he greets you with the presence of an unexpected package
You bring it in and cut up the packing tape all around it
And to your surprise there’s nothing in it
And you’ll never get to go on that cross-country expedition
And you’ll never get a chance to have a big fantastic voyage
It if you sit inside your house and whine and mope and ask
“Why in the hell was I put on this Earth” Well it’s not so you could ask that
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I know a place in the sun where it never heats up
I know a place on the moon where it never gets cold
I see a face on the outskirts of space
And it sits and it waits and it waits and it waits
I know a place in the sun
I know a place in the sun where the fire goes out
I know a place on the moon with no craters at all
I see a star shining bright, shining far
Shining so we don’t ever forget who we are
I know a place in the sun
I know a place in the sun where there’s plenty of air
I know a place on the moon ridden of any flags
I see a supernovaic-like portal
That feasts on the souls of the high-horse immortals
I know a place in the sun
I know a place in the sun where you don’t have to scream
I know a place on the moon where there’s not any fear
I see collections of filth and debris
That accentuate flaws found in you and in me
I know a place in the sun
I know a place in the sun that’s purported and black
I know a place on the moon where the darkness will cease
I see a meteor heading straight towards
The edge of the Earth with impeccable force
I know a place in the sun
I know a place in the sun where you will never die
I know a place on the moon where you still feel at home
I see these visions of solar imprisonment
Never desired by inhumane residents
I know place in the sun
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The sun's out but I'm not excited
Sick of love so unrequited
Can't make my soul feel brightened
Feel like I'm slowly dying
I sweat and cough and I'm wishing
For someone to start committing
To my various psychoses
I'm sick and sad and boring
The most common three shapes of my mouth make out "I'm sorry"
I am the international champion of regretting
My bones are brittle and my loneliness is crippling
I am a slave to pure vitriolic seething
The town's hotter but I'm still chilling
Trying to find something fulfilling
Find comfort in hard bleeding
Unstable sans careening
Fight hard to just stay happy
Enjoyment's what I'm lacking
Each statement I'm retracting
In fear of vulgar shedding
The most common three shapes of my mouth make out "I'm sorry"
I am the international champion of regretting
My bones are brittle and my loneliness is crippling
I am a slave to pure vitriolic seething
I'm tired but never sleeping
Love's not what I'm receiving
Dead flies stuck to the ceiling
Can't seem to shake this feeling
Stricken with tested patience
Questioning aspirations
Just want some new relations
But I have my reservations
The most common three shapes of my mouth make out "I'm sorry"
I am the international champion of regretting
My bones are brittle and my loneliness is crippling
I am a slave to pure vitriolic seething
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8. |
How To Lose Your Mind
03:38
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(You don’t look good) I’m not
(What’s wrong?) What isn’t?
(Cheer up) I couldn’t if it was a clear cut decision
(Why not?) I’m pissed
(Just smile) I can’t
(Wake up) No thanks I think I’m gonna stay in bed
(You tired?) Little bit
(No sleep?) Not ever
(Just try) Listen I don’t think you really fucking get it
(Back off) I’m sorry
(Are you?) Not really
(Thought so) Look I don’t appreciate you yelling at me
(We’re calm) I know
(You’re not) I know
(Chill out) Well I was fine before when I was all alone
(Well do you wanna talk about it?) Not at all
(Do you wanna let it out?) No, not in the slightest
(It might make you feel better) Nah, I’ll only feel worse
(Just give it a shot) Nah, I’m not gonna try it
(Why are you so negative?) Why do you give a fuck?
(I’m just trying to help) Well you can help by shutting up
(You’re being rude) I’m just being myself
(You really could use a friend) I don’t need any help, I swear, I’m fine
(Feel any better?) Not really
(You slept!) Not really
(Come on) Look I really do not want you talking to me
(Tough shit) The fuck?
(I’m here) Don’t have to
(Be nice) I’m gonna be much better off without you
(You won’t) I will
(You sure?) I am
(Alright) Thanks and please do not come back in here again
(One thing) Ugh, what?
(You’re wrong) I’m not
(I’m staying) If you don’t leave I’m gonna fucking kick you out
(Please stop) Fuck that
(Calm down) I can’t
(I’m sorry) If you were you would’ve left when I asked
(I really think you should talk about it) Go away
(Just try and let it out) I’ve got nothing inside me
(It’ll make you feel better) I’m already fucked
(Just give it a shot) Nah I’ve put that shit behind me
(I’m just looking out for you) I know I understand
(Then why are you so angry?) I don’t like being attacked
(I don’t like it either) Please don’t put the blame on me
(You could really use a friend) That’s about the last thing I need, I swear, I’m fine
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When you hear me cry, I don't weep over nothing
When you hear me scream, I don't get scared over nothing
When you hear me call, I don't get tied up over nothing
When you hear me curse, I don't get mad over nothing
When you hear me laugh, I don't think everything's funny
When I lose my breath, I don't usually like running
When I take my chances, I don't think I'm so lucky
When I fall down fast, I don't care if I'm bloody
Wanna make you mine, I won't settle for another
Wanna steal your heart, I won't stay so undercover
Wanna kiss your face, I won't think of prior lovers
Wanna have you bet, 'cause you know I'm half as better
When I see you smile, I wanna keep making it happen
When I change my style, I wanna keep you to the fashion
When I hold your hand, I wanna feel your heart grabbing
When it beats for me, and not any other man
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L. Mounts Chicago, Illinois
Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.
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