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Eternal Optimist
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Weaned within a week but you know
Not to clean a wound with a power hose
So ya must harness this to beat the ego
Or you are doomed to grieve what will not close
But have you ever had better, man?
Yeah, have you ever had better, man?
Or do you wish you were a better man?
So you could find someone to halt your development
The pride of his life does not yet exist
But he’s forever the eternal optimist
He’s conditioned to value his existence
On love interest opinions or past sexual experience
And when the rest of the world is so perfect
His words reverberate
Within his vertebrae, they say:
“Why do I feel such a need to relate?”
Well it’s the same reason
Wounds can’t be cleaned with a power hose
But you no longer cross the road
Even when the green man says it’s safe to do so
But have you ever had better, man?
Yeah, have you ever had better, man?
Or do you wish you were a better man?
So you could find someone to halt your development
The pride of his life does not yet exist
But he’s forever the eternal optimist
He envisions a life lived different
In which he switched all his ambition for a social fulfilment
Cause when the rest of the world is so perfect
His words reverberate
Within his vertebrae, they say:
“Why do I feel such a need to relate?”
Well it’s the same reason
Wounds can’t be cleaned with a power hose
But you no longer cross the road
Even when the green man says it’s safe to do so
Cause you’re still embarrassed
What ever did hit
The eternal optimist?
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Graffiti Literature
03:35
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Graffiti literature
As the only means
Of spreading a word that isn't
Institutionally stamped
Graffiti literature
Can't be my only release
Because I will be painted over
Before I get to speak
Powerless in all walks of life
But on this wall
You can do what you like
For the night
But I've witnessed daily deaths of Dublin monuments
When every semblance of culture is buried in cement
And it will not end till there is nowhere else left
But vibrant always arrives at derelict again
And again, and again
In memory
Of fallen friends
And their libraries
Well then, well then
Graffiti literature
Can't be my only release
Because I will be painted over
Before I get to speak
Powerless in all walks of life
But on this wall
You can do what you like
For the night
Just don't forget to let every word protest
Against the creative cleanse of your own nest
Or else it might be you who gets turned into the hotel next
But vibrant always arrives at derelict again
And again, and again
In memory
Of fallen friends
And their libraries
Well then, well then
Graffiti literature
Can't be my only release
Because I will be painted over
Before I get to speak
Graffiti literature, why are you seen
As more illegitimate than a publishing company?
When money motivation means no history
Is totally innocent of its author's schemes
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Google Your Symptoms
03:41
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For infinite wisdom you should go google your symptoms
List them off, await decision
A weak immune system, and you always seem so distant
Sir I'm afraid you've a case of chronic escapism
Google your symptoms
Has it ever offered reassurance?
When institutions are your organs
You sir, are a bark in the distance
Blurring of your vision so you roar out good riddance
But you'll miss your dissident spirit
At least this burning symptom impedes reading conditions
And the feeling of freedom will never diminish
Google your symptoms
Has it ever offered reassurance?
When institutions are your organs
You sir, are a bark in the distance
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Slumlord
04:01
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Guilt free
As he floods the streets
Don't give an opportunist such opportunity
Oh it's a deep social wound
Now ask yourself: what has he got to lose?
Cause money's his food
And he craved a crisis
To acquire a taste you have to have tried it
Try stress surviving
This private island
When you're not a proprietor vampire
It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an AirBnb
A word to the wise
Well guess who's back, back again
It's our old friend; the boom, and he's searching for a room
Must include: four walls and a roof
But nothing else matters, cause beggars can't choose
Maybe he'll commute
Just like you
And your oh so hopeful attitude
But is it gonna save ya, man?
Is it gonna pay your rent?
Then you can't waste your energy on it
It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an Airbnb
A word to the wise
The shame of a city
As he finds a new hill and he becomes a king!
The slumlord plays monopoly
I call him a cheat but really he's just too good for me
Target basic needs, that's the strategy
King of the game
In a way he's an athlete
I need someone to flip the board
Before we're done for
It's overpriced in paradise
Now if I was money, where would I hide?
I'd set up an Airbnb
A word to the wise
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What a Kip
03:44
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I rise from aestivation
And feast my eyes on the wasteland
But it just looks the fucking same as
My brain had retained it
But this time, it felt like a vacation
Gone is the fetishisation
Of destructive behaviour
I am stable and able
In my newfound haven
My boy, I have awakened
I guess I'm spoiled in a sense
With defence against
The different kinds of loneliness
Through heritage
Today, today, today marks a new man
Who'll be grateful for what he can
And while human habituation withstands
The cruel conditions won't break us, man
I'm spoiled in a sense
Even if you win again
And I'd rather underwhelm
Than not even attempt
I'm spoiled in a sense
Even if you win again
And I'd rather underwhelm
Than not even attempt
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Home
01:10
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