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Hypocrisy
02:41
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Hypocrisy, Dancing in Delphic.
Hypocrisy. (Oh um)
Mother always told me Never tell a lie.
Father always told me Don’t make men die.
Hypocrisy, Withering tears.
Hypocrisy, Creating fears.
Controlling cures!
My brother tells me That I am selfish.
I made his bed, Now he may rest.
My peers they say, try to relate.
But as they say it, they’re spreading hate!
You aren’t my saviour.
You can’t decide. (oh no no no)
You aren’t my saviour.
You can’t decide. (oh no no no)
Love is a battlefield with nobody on it!
This song’s a serenade, a sunlandic sonnet!
You aren’t my saviour.
You can’t decide. (oh no no no)
You aren’t my saviour.
You can’t decide. (oh no no no)
I have all the money, Yet I need more.
Don't eat so much we say to the poor.
Hypocrisy.
Ignored insanity.
Hypocrisy.
Making me cry.
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2. |
our Stratosphere
02:39
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Comfort in my own skin, Living...
I see a lady, I’m made for shoving.
Alas I am lost Looking for her.
If you aren’t able You may concur-
We see a lot in our Stratosphere!
We see a lot in the Earth.
X2
Running in a maze- Food on the mind!
Lost in a haze- Stand out of line!
We see a lot in our Stratosphere!
We see a lot in the Earth.
X2
Come for my shed skin, Living...
I see-
Alas I am Lost Looking for her.
If you aren’t Able You may concur.
We see a lot. (in our Stratosphere)
We see a lot. (in the Earth)
We see a lo-ot.
We see a lo-ot
X?
We see a lot.
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3. |
Provocative Parable
02:34
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A child sits, staring into an electronic box. This child isn’t ordinary, he’s staring into static, but he sees something else. He sees a place, unknown to most, a world of grandeur, and artistic imagery, it would take more than words to describe. I would try and start, but first I’d have to give you context. Let us begin with his life as an infant.
First it starts with a head poked out
After his mother's unending shouts
They wanted to name him John or Jim
But he already named himself Tim
The child wasn’t the proverbial type
One blue, and one red eye
A full head of hair right out of the womb
If he was a flower he had already bloomed
As you can see he wasn’t born into your typical life. But these abnormalities only continued
He sees more than you would know (x__)
He sees more than we could show
Oh how I’d love to see him grow
He sees more than you would know
He was a mystic in the making at age three
His life wasn’t a bore certainly
His parents went into a panic
He would not stop staring into static
Yet it wasn’t blank at least not for him
Colors moved: a visual hymn
A phoenix flew across the sky
Boysenberries grew tall and high
He sees more than you would know (x__)
He sees more than we could show
Oh how I’d love to see him grow
He sees more than you would know
This is just a peek into the life of Tim. Tim never aged past three, he continued to stagnate. He liked himself how he was. Little knew what happened of Tim, but there’s only static without him.
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4. |
After Hours
02:11
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One, two, three
If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never
All the people are dancing
And they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again (again)
If you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the wine-glass out
And drink a toast to never
Oh, someday I know
Someone will look into my eyes
And say hello
You're my very special one
But if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again (again)
Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain,
As they stand disarrayed
Oh, but people look well in the dark
And if you close the door
The night could last forever
Leave the sunshine out
And say hello to never
All the people are dancing
And they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
Cause if you close the door
I'd never have to see the day again
I'd never have to see the day again,
Once more
I'd never have to see the day again
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5. |
Bad Thought
03:11
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6. |
ärēə
00:30
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7. |
Venereal Girl
02:58
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Ceilings held me much too long, Where did ya’ hide the ground?
You are so snappy With me, oh me.
Your Venereal quest must end now, Know I search for love.
You aren’t the one, For me, oh me. And,
I got Rid of it All. (Rid of it all)
I can’t care anymore.
I got Rid of it All,
And there’s no one else but you.
Is it all my mystery, Why am I yours?
I don’t know Why lovers bore.
Did you give a single thought That did not Rot?!
Your belief is scarce! You’re not my Bair. And,
I got Rid of it All. (Rid of it all)
I can’t care anymore!
I got Rid of it All,
And there’s no one else but you.
(instrumental ending)
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8. |
widəˌsizəm
00:06
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9. |
Goodbye
02:37
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Goodbye. (an angel of glitter and dust)
Goodbye. (now you’ve turned into rust)
All that is left is your memory shoes,
I wish I could say Goodbye to you!
What have I got to lose.
(instrumental)
Goodbye. (your son keeps makin’ his slant rhymes. Left just in time)
Goodbye. (your daughter’s inside some families shell. Less of herself)
Goodbye. (kids music is sadness now. Let’s make our bow)
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
X2
Goodbye.
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Malapropis Portland, Oregon
We are a Portland Oregon based band consisting of Lydia Howe (The Musician), and Zachias Bair (The Poet). We hope our honest and open attitude towards music pulls you in to the fanbase. We only release a song if we like it, There is no worry for what other might people think. That only adds to the authenticity of our new, young, and overly ambitious band. ... more
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