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Little Stories
02:06
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I like to live my own story
It feels so real when there's no one else around
In my world I'm someone special
and I don't have to bug you about coming around
Sometimes I get inspired
and I write my own little story
sometimes I get higher
than my own deep dead snoring
I like to write my own story
it feels so real when there's no one else around
I like to live my own story
it feels so real when there's no one else around
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Dunno
02:30
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Summer is coming down x 2
Summer is already gone x 2
I don't know about the future
I only know about the end of time
How am I 'sposed to see a thing clearly
when it's always rushing rushing on by?
I can't think as fast as the day
that you always say is long
I can't catch the pretty things
you're 'sposed to spit into a song.
I'll give you some truth tomorrow
for a little bit of beauty today
I can't help you feel sane
my words don't make much sense these days.
I yai yai don't know why
I sit here green
and think about dying
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Big Cig Writes a Sad One
02:09
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Hit me on the head until I'm dead
wouldn't you like to see? wouldn't you like to see?
I'm in love with the angel of the dead
Don't you wanna see her cum? Don't you want to see her cum?
Oh hun,
you're always late.
Oh hun,
you're always late.
She cares about you as much as the moon.
Doesn't care about how soon,
never too soon!
She's America's #1!
She's all over the news,
you can see her on the news!
Awh hun,
you're my #1
but you're always late.
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Afterlife
03:20
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Who sees you? x2
[Poem]
The army, the lump, or the knot of frogs that live in my chest cavity and the swarm of flies they want to eat for dinner
And the feral frogs
who swim in my stomach fluid,
and croak in the murk of my chest,
live in the cockles of my ventricles, jump
from their little swamp pockets
to crawl up my throat’s canal,
and echo ribbits into my brain’s nerves:
let us play on the lilypads of your cerebellum! they say:
don’t move, don’t move, don’t move--
the flies will come if they think you’re dying,
and we could eat, we could really eat!
Ribbitspeak vibrates
against the bone of
the back of my skull,
into my ears they will
flick their tongues
into my ears they will flick their tongues
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Denosoar Boston, Massachusetts
Rock, pop, folk fuckery. Homemade tunes. A band made up of me and my guitar player Gean, plus friends, freaks, cartoons, dopes, etc... Rum Guy, Sap, Big Cig, Queen Socrates, Chill Bill, No One, Jimi Miami, Denosoar.
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My friends back in NJ. Love these weirdos. Find Deno playing keys on some songs!
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