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Metaphorical Fist
03:59
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I don't like you, I never did
With a dangerous body but the brain of a kid
‘Twas a poisonous folly but I offered you a bid
Even you don't have to tell me that you're better than this
And you still haunt me, yeah, I'll admit
But I'm sick of the stop motion slowed to a skid
If you want to take a picture and you get what you give
Find a mirror and remember that you won't get shit
Watch this fall to bits
It’s so heavy with the
Weight of the skin
Stretching over the abyss
No, no
Blinded by a tryst
You broke the levee
With a shy smile and
A metaphorical fist
No, no
Call me Rover, throw me a bone
There’s a collar on my neck, but I’ve run away from home
If you’re gonna be my owner then you gotta hold your own
Lest I dig below the fence and leave you loyally alone
We’ve lived this cycle, yeah, it’s been years
You can build yourself a house with the walls made of fears
I don’t want to play the game, you’ve got lips and I’ve got ears
Or I’ll get back on my horse, and I’ll fucking disappear
Watch this fall to bits
It’s so heavy with the
Weight of the skin
Stretching over the abyss
No, no
Blinded by a kiss
You broke the levee
With a shy smile and
A metaphorical fist
No, no
Jump, girl, take the risk
It’s not noble knowing
If you never live
Then you don’t even exist
No, no
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Synthesis
05:15
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Let’s meet again up in the plastic jungle
We’ll wring success out of our hair and clothes
I saw the skin begin to crack and crumble
But flowers spring out of the decomposed
A broken promise is a necessary evil
Lest our romance become a pessimist’s throne
Although the miles can make a love turn feeble
Our history remains engraved in stone
I’m gonna tear you apart
I’m gonna make a meal out of your skin and bones
I’ll build a cage for your heart
And carry on, a synthesis of both our souls
If I go south to find my own direction
And you go north to run away from home
We’re bound to meet amidst our introspection
You can’t escape the scent of my cologne
With each example you’re imbedded in me stronger
I only know the colors I’ve been shown
Don’t even wait or it’ll feel much longer
Bide your existence with a less cute clone
And even though I let you go
You never know just what the future hides
You buried in under my skin
Until the end, I can’t forget your eyes
Things got just a little bit crazy
Things got just a little bit cold
But hold tight and we can make it back safely
I know it’s right in the pit of my soul
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Kirby Got Robbed
02:48
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Now is not the time to pretend we have morals
This isn’t a religion
If it is, then call me god
We can write our own commandments, but that only starts problems
Plus I’d rather hear the stories
I go swimming in your thoughts
‘Cause the day I left the suburbs I would plod through the fear
How the hell were you to be with me if you weren’t even here?
But then as the veil was lifted and the color was renewed
I knew so long as I knew you there was nothing we couldn’t do
So let’s go throw this motherfucker down
‘Cause I’m always gonna wear your motherfucking crown
This is not the time to pretend we have boundaries
If it lives in your desire then it might as well be true
Who am I as your guy to asphyxiate your power?
Plus the devil in me loves it when you walk in his shoes
While I’m waiting for your letters I can guess every word
All that’s strange and absurd
My ambition’s undeterred
‘Cause even far away I can say that I’m still your little bird
Like Mel Gibson and Helen Hunt, your brainwaves go overheard
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Cute Machines New Orleans, Louisiana
Cute Machines began at college in New Orleans, Louisiana in August 2010 when twin brothers Sam and Collin McCabe teamed up with roommate Pat Testa, experimenting with live drums before transitioning to a drum machine. Within months, the group was building strong bridges and playing shows in the New Orleans area. The band's sound can be described as a blend of post-punk and dance music. ... more
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