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Agnes & Hilda
01:22
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Agnes & Hilda
Ain’t just two pretty faces, they’re two whole ladies
On a promenade down the avenue
Here to strut their stuff and enjoy the view
You might say, they look a little different.
But they got a lot in common, they can talk a lot about it
Be it artistry, green tea and red wine
Like any other women, they’re here for a good time
Some days I’m Agnes
But just as often I would rather be Hilda
If you’re like me, you might agree, so listen close
Porque no las dos?
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2. |
Your Throat Belies
03:25
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Our use can rasterize the fall
The future hankers for us all
Lemme set the scene, real quick
You have it all, you little demigod, the awesome is your cream
Cholesterol riddled pseudopod, your claws beget the scene
Like an afterthought, she spawns ever sluggishly beneath
Like an apricot, she dawns o’er the ocean from your seed
Are you the watcher for all your worlds? I’m asking clearly
What say you to this?
Look in the mist, O, you can see me in my prime
But there is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide
Put down the glass between us, look me in my eyes
There is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide
Our use can rasterize the fall
The future hankers for us all
Lemme set the scene, real quick
You had her on a leash, a crass depiction, robbed her of a name
So becoming, she was slathered like a lozenge with your paint
For what it’s worth my liege, I’ll have you know your father was the same
So curmudgeonly, he lasted ‘till he saw her in a frame
You carry the pleasure within your jaw, I can see you swallow
There, your throat belies
Look in the mist, O, you can see me in my prime
But there is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide
Put down the glass between us, look me in my eyes
There is no shame in looking, you don’t have to hide
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Bocce
03:07
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Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
I play Bocce with the boys, every Wednesday by my auntie’s candy shop
Roll me out n’ the court, popped on puppy endorphins, check the toss
Ask the boys, call me trendy, they’ll still flaunt me like I’m class
I’m a worthy opponent, bright and early I’m bowling, pack your bags
I own this gig, kid, who the fuck do you think you are?
Do you know how to play Bocce, do you think you’re up to par?
I learned the land before you pigs did, do I look like I’m scared of death?
Bitch I know how to play Bocce, I can see your fucking breath
(it goes like)
Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
Mmh, In the rubble I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can see that fucker’s breath
I can s-
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Overijssel
04:13
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Pop, look alive, look at ease
Look ahead, check, don’t avert your eyes, don’t appease
Don’t draw any attention to the carpet covered figure in the back
It’s the wood I’ve yet to stack, it’s a whore I had to crack
Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border
Law and order won’t be waiting and the days are getting shorter
Sitting tight, with my wife waiting quiet like a gem
How’d I end up here again?
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
She was a caliper, a malady, rectangular
Refurbished in the name of cut-rate incense, Satya Lavender
She stunk with insincerity, essential oils her verity
Disloyalty, conformity, and riches were the air she breathes
She said I had no heart, as if she hadn’t taken it
I saw her heart adrift, I’ll use her pearly rib to stake it in
She said that I was sick, as if she had to tell me that
I’ll pawn her teeth abroad, “Alkmaar, Leiden, Utrecht, and Lelystad”
Pop, look alive, look at ease
Look ahead, check, don’t avert your eyes, don’t appease
She’s nowhere to be found no more, she’s with her father now
No cell can come between my dearest wife and her new crimson gown
Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border
Law and order comes ‘a knocking, but I won’t be waiting for her
Sitting tight, with my wife waiting quiet like a gem
How’d I end up here again?
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
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5. |
By Greg Rutkowski
04:05
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Detail
Sharp focus
Octane render
Perfect composition
Chiaroscuro
Cinematic character render
4k
By Greg Rutkowski
Rich deep colors
Unreal Engine render
Symmetry
Centered
Highly detailed
Intricate
Artstation
Digital Art
By Greg Rutkowski
Perfect light
Chiaroscuro
4k
Artstation
Masterpiece
Insanely intricate
Studio photo
Award winning piece
By Greg Rutkowski
Epic
Brilliant
Stunning
Volumetric lighting
Unreal Engine Render
4k
Insanely detailed
Award winning photo
By Greg Rutkowski
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You would know me if you saw me on the road
I’m imposing, I’m explosive, I’m precocious, I’m the most
I’m a roving roiling presence, I’m a lesson of the coast
I’ve sung this song before, by now you’re certain how it goes, but...
Can you sing along?
I don’t hold you to the best, but
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something?
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
I’m a skeptic of the senses, I don’t think you’ve broke
The terror found in relishing pretention, I don’t think you’ve spoke
To any of your characters, purveyors of your barriers
The scariest it gets is far behind the world you know, so...
Can you sing along?
She was looking like a summer
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
And in turn, beget the sun within her
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you see me with the lights off?
The quale I brought to class?
Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back
Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium
We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator
Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind
Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand
It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back
I’m that doggie in the window of your church
Every Sunday, you could see me if your muzzle formed the words
Think absurdly in the evening, think concretely by the dawn
Think along the lines you recognize, but never dared to walk
Can you sing along?
I don’t hold you to the best, but
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
Don’t you feel as if you’re missing something?
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you sense the gold within a Friendship saved?
Can you lens the lurid lines belied inside On A Clear Day?
Can you grab the squalid square laid bare amongst a Desert Rain?
Can you nab the stained stripes entwined a meek Untitled 8? I say!
Can you sing along?
She was looking like a summer
Can’t you see the lines and dots?
And in turn, beget the sun within her
Do you understand?
You think you know the mistress, well
You see me as I am, but...
Can you see me with the lights off?
The quale I brought to class?
Articulate the beauty of a flower held behind my back
Face down, ass up, represented in the black auditorium
We’re telling stories of a blasphemous aurator
Is the fur still succulent and downy in the mind
Face down, tail up, feel it jostle in your hand
It’s the beauty of a flower held behind my back
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7. |
I'll Be
03:33
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Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step
For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress
One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be
lLEFT PAW RIGHT PAW
THIS CHEW TOY IN MY JAWS
HAS HOLLOWED ALL YOUR STATIC LAWS
I'M AN EFFECT WITHOUT A CAUSE
LEFT PAW RIGHT PAW
FEEL MORE THAN YOU MADE ME FEEL
JOYOUSLY REINVENT THE WHEEL
IN REPETITION I FINALLY HEAL
THE ANGEL SPOKETH THUS TO ME
AN ANCIENT EVIL I MUST DEFEAT
WHAT I FELT I CAN'T REPEAT
AND I CAN'T REPRESS AND I CAN'T RELEASE
AND I CAN'T RETAIN MY INNER PEACE
THE AWFUL MIGHT OF RIGHT AND DEEP
MY AWFUL HEART MIGHTY AND MEEK
THE AWFUL NIGHT IN WHICH I WEEP
Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step
For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress
One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be
LEFT PAW RIGHT PAW
THIS CHEW TOY IN MY JAWS
HAS TAUGHT ME ALL IS NEVER LOST
EVERYTHING WAS WORTH THE COST
I KNOW WHAT’S REAL NOW
AS I GAZE DOWN AT MY SAVIOUR’S FEET
MY SPHEXISH TINY HEART WILL BEAT
I AM INFINITESIMAL BUT COMPLETE
IT COMES TO ME IN DEEPEST SLEEP
IT COMES TO ME MY SOUL TO KEEP
IT COMES TO ME AND TAKES ME FROM ME
AND I SEE ALL I WAS MEANT TO BE
AND IT'S NEVER DONE BUT I'M FULLY FREE
FOR VERY FIRST TIME I FULLY BREATHE
AND IT LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM MY FANTASIES
AND IT FEELS DIFFERENT FROM FULFILLING NEED
Just in time, I’m alright, I’m waiting on the step
For something nice, music on, I’m in my one piece fancy dress
One invite in the mail, you know I stamped it well, I’ll be
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, you know I can’t help myself, I’ll be
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8. |
Like
04:31
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I know I’m bad at this
I didn’t have much practice
I had a flash card deck, but I left it in my desk last friday
I know I sound obnoxious
I’m doing classes on this
We’ve waded past the place my tests and papers tell me what to say
We sit together after school
I don’t talk much, I can’t sit still, you seem to be cool with that
Ah, we eat together after two
Our moms both make the same lunch every day, and it rules
I’m not supposed to say I love you...
But it sounds kinda weird when I say I like you, too
I’m not supposed to say I need you
But it sounds kinda weird when I say I want you, too
Somehow, you cost me
So little energy, you...
Just don’t expect the same things of me as I’m told by my behavioral aids
But in speech therapy they...
They seem so proud of me, they...
Gave me three comic books and sweets from my incentive yesterday!
We lie together every afternoon
I talk a lot more now, a lot about myself, but you know you can do that too
Adrift at sea, we rest upon each other’s coats
I feel a lot of things, but for this I feel the most
I’m not supposed to say I love you...
But it sounds kinda weird when I say I like you, too
I’m not supposed to say I need you
But it sounds kinda weird when I say I want you, too
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Patricia Taxxon Santa Cruz, California
Hi, I'm Patricia Taxxon. I make music for different moods. All of my (non-contract) tunes are free to use for any of your projects, commercial or otherwise, with credit.
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