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Husk
02:42
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Drowning in your mother's milk
Wishing there were a drought
Choking in thousand count silk
Claim to prefer the freezing ground
Neighbor mows his lawn
Catered by wife's lemonade
Wrenches
Rolling pins
Sisters
Flowers spread
Shell
Husk
Riches
Dust
Poor kid, raised in affluence
Would you like to trade places?
You might enjoy shitting in a trench
Or drinking from a dirt hole
Drowning in your mother's milk
Wishing there were a drought
Choking in thousand count silk
Claim to prefer the freezing ground
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2. |
505 River Road
04:23
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Communicate your hate
To the varmint master, every day
Until the violent peak
Tell the pigs all you know
As you weep,
Tell them you hate him so
Fall into that murky crook
Thick with amphibians
From your styrofoam ship
With your dead branch oars
Swallowing clusters of ovum
On your way in
Lose your massive varmint master
In the freezing woods
Trace your tracks in their coil
When innate forces usher you home
Find him enveloped
By the wood stove
His schemes foiled
Communicate your hate
To the varmint master, every day
Until the violent peak
Tell the pigs all you know
As you weep,
Tell them you hate him so
Gallop through the grey bramble
Velvet cape in wake
Lose your footing in the thrill
Of the fantasy chase
Strangled by your heroic adornment
Panic tears tearing out in arches
Carve crude ravings
Into the drywall
Stage your death
To determine their reaction
Measure their love
Find it near none
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3. |
Pink Chandelier
04:02
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I can hear
The pink chandelier
Shatter on the marble
In your skull
As you come home
To the transient man
Sleeping on your step
Sleeping on your step
How does the fear of feeling feel?
Three hundred million people
Breathing on your heals
Like piss drunk rabid dogs
Are we piss drunk rabid dogs to you?
Evil, cruel, and austere
You'll be alone in your hell
We won't serve you there
While you upheld our hell
For the paltry carnal span
We will celebrate your end
With tassels, cake, and bells
We will celebrate your end
I can hear
The pink chandelier
Shatter on the marble
In your skull
As you come home
To the transient man
Sleeping on your step
Sleeping on your step
Shed yourself
Down past your skin
Cease to exist
To bestow comfort on us all
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4. |
Sentry
02:00
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Open up the sky
Debris will rain down
Severing lives
In satellites we'll drown
In the corner
In the trees
In the mirror
In the head
In the corner
In the trees
In the mirror
In the head
Captured sentry
Painted red
Facing pavement
And the constant threat
All the pigs
All suited up
Will never be strong enough
Docile, dumb, and meek
We'll meet them in the street
Captured sentry
Painted red
Facing pavement
And the constant threat
In the corner
In the trees
In the mirror
In the head
In the corner
In the trees
In the mirror
In the head
In the corner
In the trees
In the mirror
In the head
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5. |
Interlude
01:57
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6. |
Rotten Fruit
04:11
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Your father, he did drink
Blood vessels broken and useless
With your thumb in ink
Thinking on the business
That we birthed
Through desperation
I hope you find a way
To break your place in that blood rusted chain
That world does not need you anymore
I pray, I pray
That you leave that world
You, leave that world
I witnessed him weighing
Outside his new brick house
His red face, it was buried
His clothes were thoroughly doused
And the scent travelled far
And the tree, it is decrepit
And the fruit begins to spoil
All the creatures are all full
And the cycle keeps its toil
Although I cannot miss you
I still think of you often
The misadventures that we shared
Your father too, once shared
I hope you find a way
To break your place in that blood rusted chain
That world does not need you anymore
I pray, I pray
That you leave that world
You, leave that world
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7. |
Make a Fist
02:27
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Make a fist
Make a wish
Throw bricks
Until it comes true
Turn it on its head
Till it is strange
Shave the top off
Till it is the same
As it is in a perfect world
Fill your pockets with candy
Take it all to bed
Fill your palms with grander
Shove it in your head
Devine, cruel, and unrelenting
Bearing fruit and wonder
Natural evil's overwhelming
All the fertile earth is plunder
All the fertile earth is plunder
Turn it on its head
Till it is strange
Shave the top off
Till it is the same
As it is in a perfect world
A perfect world
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8. |
You Could Help Me
02:49
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Always tripping in my race
Bring me away from that way
Send me the angel
Of relaxation
Introduce the angel
Of calm elation
I could be splayed
By a clear warm lake
And only see
The bottom and the sparse algae
In this head
I see death
And decay
On my brightest day
You will be the one to show me
That despair doesn't own me
I will learn how to dance
In the dim starlight
If you're willing to help me
I could be stupid and happy
If you're willing to help me
I could be stupid and happy
Always tripping in my race
Bring me away from that way
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9. |
Rodeo of Pain
05:04
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I don't think you should
Keep dragging that corpse
I don't think you should
Keep dragging that corpse
All that cold dead weight
Will bring your knees to the mud
Bring them to the mud
Bring them to the mud
Don't be your own jockey
Galloping to your death
Gallop to your death
Gallop to your death
Forget all that has made you this way
Crawl away from the place that you want to stay
Violently expel all of that built up silt
Light fire to the fortresses you have built
All the toxic lust
Tangles around you legs
Inhibiting movent
Inhibiting movement
You've lassoed yourself
And refuse to get out
You've lassoed yourself
Refuse to get out
Cut off your own legs
If that's what it takes
Cut off your own legs
If that's what it takes
Do what you feel will
Kill your apathy
Kill your apathy
Kill your apathy
Forget all that has made you this way
Crawl away from the place that you want to stay
Violently expel all of that built up silt
Light fire to the fortresses you have built
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Feel so drunk
Haven't touched a drink in months
The city people and their hardness
Is unending
All the sirens and all the cameras
Get to me
Bleeding through my clothes
Standing on my toes
Display my size
For all the sizing eyes
They want to try me
As unstable and scrawny as I am
I know they can
Kill me with hands
I will lay down
A nest of threat
Feel so drunk
Haven't touched a drink in months
The city people and their hardness
Is unending
All the sirens and all the cameras
Get to me
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Lahnah Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Experimental butt rock from Philly lahnahband@gmail.com for booking
3/8 at
Haus
3/15 at Legoland
3/21 at The Meadow
3/30 at Milk Boy
4/7 at Little Red Library
4/13 at Neon Jungle
4/24 at Kung Fu Necktie
... more
Lahnah recommends:
Things'll Never Be The Same!
by Felt Star
good people good music good food good friends good family good times good weather good vibes good playing
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