1. |
haole don't surf
01:50
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"tomorrow we're skipping class to go to haleiwa
bring your surfboard or we'll leave ya
don't tell me that you're not going!
we're gonna go fuck with the tourists
don't feel bad for them
they wanna see us dead
out here it's locals only
push them off the edge"
they don't care about kamakura
or the best pointbreaks in california
don't get them started on australia
haole don't surf, i'm caught in all the mania
and i wiped out onto the shoreline
got sucked right back into the ocean
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2. |
october usagi
03:30
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(i think it kinda goes something like
ichi ni san yon go roku nana hachi
kyuu juu juuichi
juuni juusan juuyon juugo
one two ready? go!)
i haven't slept eight hours in
like nine or ten or eleven months
it's easy to fall down
the whole way
a hoax, a hack, a star, a champ
a fake, a fraud, a king, a god
i choke on words
they haven't said it's okay
an inconvenient time for
you held your skull against mine
too soon too late, i had died
with our fingers intertwined
an all familiar thought has come
planted there by somebody from
a time before the concept of the lack
paintings
of the same things
made before we
had ever been
watch the leaves
are you bleeding?
don't you touch me
fucking freak
how lucky they are to have so many options
amongst all of the heads that they have talked with
overthink all of the words i have been saying
oh my god what if they hate me
they definitely hate me
i don't believe in superstitions or whatever
but it's fun to pretend whenever we get together
that there's energy in crystals and meaning in the numbers
because i know that these things bring you a great comfort
beyond practical and pragmatism
i am dedicated to an idealistic caricature
of a body sculpted from stone and born from heaven
scornful, contempt, and so irreverent
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3. |
matsuri forever!
04:03
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i want to be the keeper of the moon you love
in a sea of stars past even all the clouds above
i'd spend the rest of my life sitting up in the sky
and when you admire my work, i'd have a sense of pride
just words and soliloquies
written to be presented
trying to sound poetic
it's so pathetic
they don't mean anything to anybody
but i hope that they find
a way into your head
i think them prettier than i
i'm sorry, i don't even like drugs, i hate the shit that i took
i just want a summer of love
it'll never happen again, i'll never be like them
but i already took more than enough
i know i'm the fucking best at messing up the rest of
my life without any help from
the people that hate my guts, they wanna make me cry but
fuck 'em, i can do it myself
the body won't mind anymore
spread out across the floor
don't ever let it go
it's never coming home
a beautiful black swan
from dusk until dawn
until it gets tainted
when light starts to paint it
lying to your mom
about crying on the sidewalk
i love the misery
more than myself anyway
i want to be a ghost
i'd go to every sacred home
that you will learn to love
so you won't ever have to be alone
(the festival begins)
go through the steps
pulled from memory
different than
the way that it should be
words fail
where tears succeed
give them life
through bon odori
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4. |
peach
01:41
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the rain still hit me underneath the tree
i was barefoot and the water was freezing
i refuse to let it slip away
(the festival ends)
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5. |
knife fight battle theme
01:50
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the birds are still chirping at 2 in the morning
i fell asleep with my head against the wood flooring
lick off the grime that builds up on the fingers
i hate the way my body looks so i'll sleep for dinner
there's statues of wasted angels swaying from ropes
on the ceiling of my room, cutting their throats
with daggers to see what will kill them first
the blood loss or hanging or dying of thirst
i don't listen to music much anymore
'cause it reminds me of you in some strange, abstract form
this is a lot higher than i thought i won't break the fall
my halo has dropped, i wish i never had it at all
but now it's too late, you'll only see the reject
banished from heaven for guarding a secret
a disgusting display of salt, zinc, and water
with the foreign anatomy of somebody's daughter
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Pacific Purgatory Honolulu, Hawaii
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