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by Bastard Eye Scream

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1.
I was looking through them old books that, That a younger me lived in What a trip, and I swear, There's less of me now Or at least I cared more then (YOU'LL BE LUCKY HORSEY, HORSEY YOU'LL BE LUCKY HORSEY, HORSEY) Show me how for better sense of sleep I dare you to tell me a secret I can keep I don't know one I don't know one (I'M SO LUCKY, MERCI, MERCI I'M SO LUCKY, MERCI, MERCI) I can see it now it's just a bird in a beehive And it's looking for flowers, God damn man stop it I've been sleeping for hours. Got a picture in my pocket and it's of my face, But you know I'm different now, We're all different now. THIS PRICE IS LOOKING THROUGH ME I THINK THIS PRICE IS (FAIR) I WISH I WAS A SPIDER [x2] Lighthouse bird (KA-KAW, KA-KAW) I fucking hate this car But it's gonna be a long drive (You're a headstrong girl) Before before I know I used to live here (But I'm running out of heart to ride) I swear I care less this side of open season Inked-out bows in my sleeves. And uselessly undressed, a lover's leaving Is the best sex and bad deeds. Fake my talk Take my fork Shake my hawk Fake my talk Take my stork FAKE- My girl, she's fine But I stopped looking her in the eye A few weeks ago She let me go slow (THIS IS IT, WHERE HE'S FINALLY FIT TO BE IT, I FEEL IT, WEIGH THE ANCHOR) My girl, she's mine And I love the way she's fed-up this time She's not taking me home (THIS SHIP'S GOT NEXT-LEVEL SHIT, I'D SAY IT, LAND HO!) My girl, she's fine But I stopped looking her in the eye A few weeks ago She let me go slow (Drink up girl, you got a pair of aces, And I know you can take it, We're doing shots for days) (THIS IS IT, HE'S FINALLY FIT TO BE IT, I FEEL IT, WEIGH THE ANCHOR) My girl, she's mine And I love the way she's fed-up this time She's not taking me home (And I'll drink if you will, And I know you're game, I can see it in your bright mischievous eyes) (THIS SHIP'S GOT NEXT-LEVEL SHIT, I'D SAY IT, LAND HO!) She's getting thinner everyday, She said, "What do you stay for?" My heart's deserting again (This ship's got next-level shit, I'll say it, land-ho!) THIS PRICE IS LOOKING THROUGH ME I THINK THIS PRICE IS (FAIR) I WISH I WAS A SPIDER [x2] Lighthouse bird (KA-KAW, KA-KAW) I fucking hate this car But it's gonna be a long drive (You're a headstrong girl) Before before I know I used to live here (But I'm running out of heart to ride) I swear I care less this side of open season Inked-out bows in my sleeves Uselessly undressed, a lover's leaving Is the best sex and bad deeds You're so crazy, you're so You're so crazy, you're so You're so crazy, you're so You're so crazy, you're so You're so crazy, you make Me so crazy, you're so
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Bodies in the purse, Dressed like a skeleton. Surfing on the street is the bomb, Everyone you meet is the bestest. Say your prayers in an acorn shed We're taking in that tableau I might've seen it before but that doesn't make it dead (Just sucks instead, just sucks instead) What's worse you got it sleepyhead Let's wear the shells like hats Ride your bull home instead (Then ride your hand in bed) DIG DEEP You got a hell of a heart, but you got no spade We only came so you could dig my grave (YOUR EFFERGY, MY EFFERGY) AFFECTATIONS Don't mean shit when you got no say, Play your part, part in pace CHARGING MY XBOX GOTTA GROW, SWITCH IT OFF THE WATER'S DEEP AND I WANNA STAY DRY MAYBE TODAY I'M GONNA STAY INSIDE [x2] You're not an artist, You're not my friend, Ladies love these Empty words you breathe I'd be dead without a monkey pet And I taught him how to dance (And shake hands) And shake hands (Shake hands) And shake hands (He's not a lot on the eyes, but he's a perfect surprise In an aquarium, or a barbeque) I'd bet, even hazard a guess That he'd kill at funerals too DIG SHARP You got no spade, but you got a hell of a heart It's not why we came but it's a damn good start (SINCERITY, SINCERITY) You're talking to me Like we're far too young and that we're one of a kind Well let's just be who we are and give ourselves the time (Radical!) CHARGING MY XBOX GOTTA GROW, SWITCH IT OFF THE WATER'S DEEP AND I WANNA STAY DRY MAYBE TODAY I'M GONNA STAY INSIDE [x2] You're not an artist, You're not my friend Ladies love these Empty words you breathe Your face, my fist No, I insist I'm overlooked In these circles you twist (Rise again, rally around your tune I know too much about you) ZEBRAS JOINED FORCES WEREWOLVES BECAME CORPSES I can tell you're only bones and back seats, Yeah I can tell he's far from throne to meet me, Yeah I know he's a piece of work, yeah he's a house of seeds, And incompletely, he's so burdened by his scene and now he's gone. Wildi: Push save, you know we listlessly feigned a choke to fast freeze. You know he could have been a ghost, but he chose a freak, and with hat sweet tooth almost free, almost. Lex: He's so full of shit, I think he talks in his sleep, and I saw the blue in the town, and I took his face in the street, and I... I was an octopus, and I could fly, there was a technique, he was shooting. I will take his son from him, I will take his son. Your bear trap burns fast, faster than my fire, If this is easy, this is easily - WAR When I / wrote it / I was / a dream ape Now I / sung it / I'm just / a squid face When I / wrote it / I was / a dream ape Augment / cannon / this is / my final form Your face, my fist No, I insist I'm overlooked In these circles you twist
3.
If this is who visits his tomb, we'll visit you - black suits. Sick of his face we're making the milkshaaaaake Fee fi fo, sugar fruit snow, Fee fi fo, missing the show. (Turn the page, page the fleet, there's a new kind of enemy in town) Itches and stitches and violently witches are part of his basin, I know a secret / (Sources say forces are strong enough to take Retaliape down) Faced, he's all windows like she knows it's keeping her in / (Johnson, you will go, bear in mind that your weakest will die) Ditches his pictures and gets in the car, he draws a smoke and fills his landscape / (If you don't, they will come, what they want is to take what's mine) And leaves alone, would I know. And what's left, when we go senseless? I'd see the polaroids stuck to her. Wooze. Her jaw, I can't say... This is how eskimos say 'I don't know you' With a lipstick crow. Realistically your heart's in your bones. Envisage our sister is raped and bespoke Though he know's his home, It's supposed to snow this week in the pits. 'Neath her swoon, is it who she was? And... roll again, roll again, He dies, She dies. Where's your own, is this who you are? Roll again, Roll again His eyes, here eyes. Ok... Complicitly sister, cold war with our chemistry / Chemistry arms and his sciences / Science is ours, I got it up my sleeve, my chemistry / Chemistry you're a load in my chamber / My chamber / Chamber cost and my god, you sincerely please go to your knees / Go to your knees / Go to your knees / Go to your knees / Physics is back for bounty / Go to your knees / Get on your knees/ Carve the face like ice skates he'll / Take hers your - Money or your life, you're money or your life (Chemistry)(Woo!) This is how eskimos say 'I don't know you' With a lipstick crow, (And a stitch in tow) Realistically your heart's in your bones. Envisage our sister is raped and bespoke Though he know's his home, (He should let it go) It's supposed to snow this week in the pits. This week in the pits. This is how fast he is (THIS IS HOW FAST HE IS) On his own, own, owwwnnnn This is how fast he is (THIS IS HOW FAST HE IS) On his owwwnnnn

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released July 10, 2013

Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Neil Kennedy with Jim Harding at The Ranch Production House.

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Bastard Eye Scream Brighton, UK

4 mis-matched oddlings creating accidental jazz-emo-fidget music through the media of twiddlings, fiddlings, tapping, slapping, smacking, screaming, crooning, spooning and gittin' down on it.

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