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  1. Hi-Tech World, Lo-Fi Life - 1:06
  2. Said It Before, Say It Again - 3:02
  3. Bombs Away - 3:38
  4. Around the Minute - 4:00
  5. Fading Crowns - 2:42
  6. Seeds at the Bottom - 1:49
  7. Mad Genus - 2:36
  8. I Don't Know - 4:07
  9. Life Lived Inside - 1:22
  10. No - 2:41
  11. Chasing Normal - 1:30
  12. Quit Sick - 3:26
  13. Blargh - 2:36
  14. Velcro Kicks - 3:00
  15. West - 2:41
  16. Mares - 3:55

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Some of these songs are so old that I don’t have lyrics for them anymore. 

Hi-Tech World, Lo-Fi Life

high tech world 
lo fi life 
living just to die 
that’s how you do it 
do it right x2 

spy with the little eye 
find the man whose lost inside 
time it right, conspire lies 
simulate the concept ties 
tie the knot, elope the shy 
horizons come in broken jive 
chance the fall with the locust eye 
the storm don’t shop for one good shine 
with the bolts for the lightning 
sound for the thunder 
boat for the right king 
left to get under 
get alone and mope 
write about the rainbows 
never get a home 
just a house where the rain goes 
hang those 
childhood photos 
drawn to the smile 
now you cover not show those 
how you covet the style 

high tech world 
lo fi life 
living just to die 
that’s how you do it 
do it right x2

Said It Before, Say It Again

with the “pay me” chain and the pocket watch 
say that something …and talk as soft 
about the blocks we build 
with the rocks and stones 
hiphop’s just talk, don’t break the bones 
diss about an empty threat 
then take it home 
miss another shot 
but the bullet’s slow 
pull it through the hole 
and sow the seeds 
two of these knocking 
just to shit what you eat 
come up behind 
while they’re rapping on the door 
I’m talking about the bullshit 
just show ’em some more 
show ’em the door 
the lines of 
mahogany boards 
and the time flies 
when the clock is deplore 
so don’t waste mine 
taking stock of the source 
pick pocket the poor 
’cause you want the lint of the floors 

i said it before, i’ll say it again 
don’t wait with the floor 
just play with the pen 

forget me not these fiddlestix 
forget me what the riddle is 
might he be forgetful 
truth is, rap is my reality 
but just a fistful… 
an alibi for crimes that take place inside my shallow e- 
-go 
weak rhymes, dope rhymes 
don’t matter how you float mine 
it’s sleep for the peep-hole waiting for the show time 
keyhole for the lock that never breaks 
key choke on the shock of a lojack on that place 
found the secret—now there’s no way to go back 
I slow that revelation 
recollect the trepidation 
only seconds from the bacon 
making up a latent statement 
and I take it to the press 
have it pressed upon a tshirt 
show it to the world 
so they say what he heard 

[murder on the links 
no sausage in the universe 
christie got her hand tied 
hastings got his feelings hurt] 

i said it before, i’ll say it again 
don’t wait with the floor 
just play with the pen 

ju calls it his realness 
says he’s on the rise 
so high, he 
hires me to deal with his problems 
but I’m on the bottom 
don’t feel it 
with the rope tied to the ceiling 
a feeling of sheep 
walking in sync 
covered in sheets with slit eyes 
sulking to blink 
a klan of the one hit-fits all 
mind spinning in pure bliss 
got the songs for the smokers 
but the puzzle piece don’t fit 
when you long for the so-good-you-can’t-ignore-that shit

Bombs Away

if it’s bombs away 
when the future’s looking bleak 
find a cool, dry lonely place 
to put my body down to sleep 
x4 

I’m down to breathe 
like the tree 
so lonely in a silent forest 
I look for us 
in the green leaves that hold the knowledge for us 
carbon dioxide 
monoxide exchange 
down to the rocks 
I toss out my change 
caution the toss and make it so plain 
that I spoke it aloud and made it my name 
my pain 
is how 
I’m out of the game 
tore up the rules 
and made it my fame in no place 
take it or leave it 
nowhere’s better than somewhere we’ve been 
still reading all the lies 
in between the mark is why 

if it’s bombs away 
when the future’s looking bleak 
find a cool, dry lonely place 
to put my body down to sleep 
x4 

sip the elixir of life 
feel it inside it feels quite nice 
I feel it alive I feel it alight 
burning the surface of the all that’s within 
i fight the finish before it begins 
and like the finnish I fight with sticks and skiis 
no motorized tricks in me 
so sew the right end 
lift it up 
pride in prejudice 
prick the thumbs 
I reddit and shake the wrung from right 
no light gets in when the candles are lit 
and everyone licks the same little bit 
no dry spot to sit 
note writ by the mouth 
ripped it cryptic and left it out 
so listen to the sound of blabbering hounds and wolves 

if it’s bombs away 
when the future’s looking bleak 
find a cool, dry lonely place 
to put my body down to sleep 
x4

Around the Minute

looking for a place to find my peace of mind 
I speak in riddle-like rhymes 
that say a bit about me but my speech impediments are a self-inflicted edifice of pound cake 
and giving all the ground space 
I’m tipping 
the scales at 140, ain’t no one in sight looking for me 
flipping a coin 
I write like they saw me, but I’m really still forming an opinion while longing 
for the rack and pinion piston 
whatever it is I’m flipping 
got my minions on attack 
so I defend what I got hidden 
that’s a matter of match 
whether or not I press a statement 
impress upon my face an expression that states 
I made it to some place 
so no one looks for my shaded hate 
taking away a book and a page 
a jacket, a pad, and some bait 
go fish for the card I make 
my business is a sizzling affair 
like eggs benedict I’m a traitor to the fair 
trade a playing card 
my pocket monster’s staying hard 
no pocket lint, just change in it 
keep a changeling clean while he makes image 
scheme my way around a finish 
tell it like it is, abrupt and dim wits 
I pluck a feather, live with a weathered plant, dead 
pick three, little lotto please pick me 
brittle 
applicable to little 
petite 
like my placating vent of bubbled up heat 
I bleed through my skin holes 
they make it seem so simple 
it goes on forever 
levitate my pay grade 
so minimum wage rises 
while the cost of living stays high 
with the populace 
masses are asses for politics 
I majored in nothing and everywhere 
yet who will hire me to roll up my cuffs and stare into piety 
pair up with a pie and chow down 
my favorite it apple but i also like that chocolate cream shit 

try again to refit the same words in reason 
the pain hurts but we did what ways work for days lived 
get paid dirt and stay with the parents who trade work for days been 
never get back 
mail off your hit track 
never hear back 
never here? 
sounds better to me 
always busy 
never to be seen 
maybe dead 
rumored about 
when the nail gets hit upon the head 
bent out of shape 
replace with another likeness 
wonder where he went 
maybe finally the right fit 
boom 
burn away the simplex 
study it careful 
and turn away from syntax 
semiotic language 
metaphors to hang with 
similes and similarities 
you get smells 
I stare for free 
hell, I wear my free 
not a patriot 
I fail to believe in our system of checks and balance 
one bounces, another’s just a ballast in a ship bound to sink 
captain abandons his boat to have a drink 
supposed to really think about it 
but there’s no end game 
everybody dies 
no one gets to send blame 
got the yarn spinning 
all around the men and 
who’s arm is it 
wrapped around the minute 
it begins 
I pin it up on walls where no one watches 
and boards blocked with flyers of mock shit 
it’s all this and nothing more 
here i come, up knocking upon your floor 
got the yarn spinning 
all around the men and 
who’s arm is it 
wrapped around the minute 
it begins

Velcro Kicks

v1: 
if time is money then i’m on welfare 
and change is coming 
but i’ve felt there’s 
a weight in the air 
feels like purgatory 
too afraid to be scared 
just a made up story 
where the where doesn’t matter 
and has-been’s are saturdays 
everyone is flattered 
by the last thing you had to say 
but the days are short 
and the nights are long 
gotta build up that rapport 
make the poor man money strong 
writing songs with no aim 
I’m shooting blanks into pages 
I erase with a click and I forget I ever say this 
but it sticks 
in my head like gum underneath a table 
not there until it’s a fable, long lost 
and only tales, you touch and find notes sealed 
by a man you barely know still 
these feels on a flat surface 
make you remember what you had to work with 
purchased a no-good 
first lip 
and the second came after too long to live 
I’m too strong to quit 
no matter how many jelly reddit donuts don’t know it 
I’m only home 

hook: 
i am a knot tied in your new shoes 
i come undone 
when you walk through 
all that you’ve become is nothing more than doom 
all that you’ve become is nothing but you 

v2: 
so don’t point out my flaws 
I see them when I listen 
as if I didn’t, as if I cook without a kitchen 
no stove to burn my gruel on 
I earn it, but school was just a furnace 
for soul burning 
I got by but a bit singed 
gainful employment is working on what’s within 
got a friend that won’t move if he’s on fire 
streets and sanitation for life is what he aspires 
but he’s tired of waiting for rain 
to put out the smoke inside his ears 
and drowning in his own train 
of javelins stabbing him 
won’t pay for what’s no chain 
the room is so secure with a rope from which you hang 
if you never leave 
block out the memories 
i remember he 
never moved 
made the nation a place to chase that rubber room 
but i’m a two 
on a scale of terrible 
don’t confuse this paraphrase 
with parable 

i am a knot tied in your new shoes 
i come undone 
when you walk through 
all that you’ve become is nothing more than doom 
all that you’ve become is nothing but you