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The Pores
05:13
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Yes I know
I'm especially everywhere
And partially here right now
Just stretched out among some oblong corners
Performing some jagged jargon
to some tired plaster walls
And the face dispenser needs to be refilled
The dumb masses weigh a ton
The vending machine spills out its guts
Wistfully when you tell it to
Tell me to tell me to oftener
afterwards
Spill out your insides
The Pores
On your face
Peak out
Prodding in and out of my heart
Squeezing out the extremely last drop
is a bonding exercise worth getting to get familiar with
Breathe some more air into the inflatable furniture
pop pop pop
microwave heat
microwave me
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2. |
Ands
02:59
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I got so used to being around you
That you are a limb
And an organ
And I go limp
Spastic popped blimp
Jilted jumble
Effing mumble
Eyelashes are sewn shut
My split ends have split ends
And everything's exploding
Beginning middle and end
Jilted jumble
(Do the Jumble)
Fricking mumble
(Do the mambo)
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Scissorkicks
03:52
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Jutting lanes on silver rails
Dandruff flakes tinge my trail
Traffic pole can I go
I need a crossing guardian angel
With neon orange bright wings
You're my favorite night light thing
The hearth to heat my happening
I don't know what I'm doing in this building
I don't know what my tongue said to my teeth
I chew too loud for this library
But these lie berries taste unordinary
I see myself in the floors I mop
I see myself in the drinks I drop
Why are my ideas worse in the morning
Am I boring could you even make a movie about me
That's 90 minutes in length and gets all the details straight
Everything's moving around me I'm floating to the ceiling but I love the floor some more
Scissorkick me in the face I need to get up
Scissorkick me in the face I need to move now
I wanna stick a straw through your eyelids
And drink up all your tears
I wanna have warm hands
What's wrong with these cold glands
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4. |
I Ate The Stolen Catfish
03:25
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I ate the stolen catfish
I hate to see it go to waste
If you had gills you'd get it
Oh forget it stop clowning around with the rainbow trout
Fish are people too and we all deserve to be tasted
Can you eat me now?
Can you eat me now?
Eat me now
Eat me now
Displayed dead fish dish
Would you like me to cut him in front of you?
And now I'm on the fileter conveyor belt
Hand me the big butter stick so I can glisten that 's the trick
Do you know that slippery bitch fish was maimed moments ago
Final flop just stop
Cast the infinite net out
And can you eat me now
And when you eat me now
Can you taste me now
And tell me if I taste good to you
Taste me now
Eat me now
Eat me
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Mildew Mildew Mississauga, Ontario
Mississauga Noise Pop started in the summer of 2018.
Art of the Uncarved Block.
mildewmildewband@gmail.com
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