1. |
Shiitake
00:57
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This tree is dead
This light is dim
This beetle's cracked
This shell is thin
This morning calls
This mould will form
This puss with ooze
This breathe is warm
Shiitake
Shiitake
This endless space
This mouth agape
This rotting worm
This lover's face
Shiitake
Shiitake
Out of the weak came forth sweetness
Out of the weak came forth sweetness
(don't you know it)
Out of the weak came forth sweetness
Shiitake
Shiitake
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2. |
Hen Of The Woods
01:59
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The architect fumbled
Hen of the woods
Beaks and all
The sun is caked over
The blades are sticking
Out of the wall
Your flesh is climbing out the tree
Your skin is scrapping me
The god of confusion
Is out on a limb
Once again
At the animal plantation
I'm running my hands
Through your name
Your flesh is climbing out the tree
Your skin is scrapping me
As we walk peacefully
In this wood finally
Too afraid to talk
All because of the hen of the woods
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3. |
King Oyster
01:58
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Was a seaside town
Waiting for a new queen
And when none came
The inhabitants were trembling
The scales would fall away
From their eyes
And the usurper
Took them by surprise
King Oyster
Remember your mother's words
The highest nail
Is always the first to go
The ants will eat you up
If you're not careful
Very very careful
The queen returned to find
A ruined town
The violin king played
The only sound
King Oyster
I know you're terrified
Just look somebody
In their crystal eyes
Connection is the key
The truth is prophesied
Take a bit of time
Usurper Oyster is fine
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4. |
Morel
01:19
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I wake up each morning
Without fear in my heart
Put my back against the radiator
Wait for it to start
There's an intricate system of lines on a morel
I gave one to you so you could finally tell
How it feels to be me
Give it back I'd be gratefully yours
I wash my hair
And cut my sleeves
I'm a boring motherfucker
Trying not to breath
Cos there's an intricate system of lines on a morel
How are you?
I'm good too
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5. |
Winter
00:33
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(I hope there are things that I don't have to tell people. Mainly that I love them and want them to last forever.)
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6. |
Porcini
01:56
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Hey there lonely knight
Don't be afraid
The killer's loose
Upon the promenade
But you can't see the hurt
In what you say
But trust me
It will haunt you everyday
So don't stay
Grab a hairbrush and razor
And wing it to the coast
The sailor and the lighthouse keeper
Have a joke
It's the silence that follows
When they rehydrate your ghost
Cos nobody wants you
The sniper is
Of good and bad report
Depending what the chauvanists
Have taught
What you've bought
Well she's fighting her monster
While you're cursing your luck
The sailor and the lighthouse keeper
Only shrug
They know a lot of people
Who pretend to fall in love
And you're no exception
So
Grab a hairbrush and razor
And wing it to the coast
The sailor and the lighthouse keeper
Have a joke
It's the silence that follows
When they rehydrate your ghost
But somebody wants you
Somebody wants you
And it wouldn't matter if they didn't
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7. |
Truffle
01:58
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Helen
Have you left the keys back in heaven?
Must we smoke signal your cousin?
He's taming tiger without
Reasonable charm
There's no need for alarm
Or confusion
The Zonda in here's an illusion
I'm empty I'm sad and I'm using
What do you mean
"Another rich boy sob story"?
Next you'll tell me they're boring!
Shave a truffle and rig the trapdoor
It's hurting me
You're in trouble? Let me tell you how I know more
Of your suffering
Your crying is deafening
Won't you keep it down?
(i'd actually really appreciate it if you kept it down)
Shave a truffle and rig the trapdoor
It's hurting me
You're in trouble? Let me tell you how I know more
Of your suffering
Your crying is deafening
Won't you keep it down?
Helen
Where do you think that you're going?
You know that your anger is showing
And that won't do at all...
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8. |
Black Trumpet
01:58
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She smoked so many cigarettes
They called her "Dragon Lung"
Black Trumpet blowing away the seeds
That form your bruised arm
And has she guessed my final thought?
That I could scrap away the stone?
Of have the serpent take her home?
But she knows that I will not
For she's a similar attachment
To the new Christ who's dispatching us away
She's not the same
Lopping the ribs
Off the kinder, garden saints
But it's my dream and not their laughter
That she will give away
And there's no poison in this dark
But I'm ignore completely
As she rips their flesh apart
And she tells me to restart
And she calls me on my bullshit
And she runs up to the pulpit, singing
"I know what you're doing but
I know what you're doing but
I know what you're doing but
It's okay
It's all the same
I'm not the same"
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9. |
Portobello
01:19
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I escape backwards
Freak out the neighbours
The portobello field is living, blinding light
Dynamite child
With your sunglass attractions
You fade from my view while I am still in sight
I might confess
That the world turns too fast
When your orbit cuts my moons
right off
Dynamite child
The portobello field is living blinding light
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10. |
Button
01:37
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Push a button
And I guess it's time to jet
A simple pleasure
That I'll never forget
The moment that your feet flew off the ground
You were waving, smiling, looking down
What a lovely aeroplane I've found
With engines A-OK
Push a button
And I guess it's time to jet
(that's what the oyster told you)
A simple pleasure
That I'll never forget
No matter I'll be thinking
Of the dark that helps you grow
Surviving evil snakes and poison snow
As wild as the final kiss I blow
As you drift up/off
As you drift off/up
Direct hit
Fucking nailed it
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The Mara London, UK
"You can never be strong/ You can only be free."
Guided By Voices
I eat spit and make psych shit. Or other things.
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