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And
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And you don’t have to go
And you don’t have to stay
And you don’t have to know
Why it never goes away
You don’t have to
And I had that dream last night
Where I pissed on the third rail
And the charge climbed up the piss trail
And it shot into my dickhole
And electrified me
And I walked around glowing
And I fried everything that I touched
And then I ran into my third grade teacher and she said
“You better watch where you piss”
And watch me now!
And you don’t have to go
And you don’t have to stay
And you don’t have to know
Why it never goes away
You don’t have to
And we went to the beach
And we bobbed in the water
And I thought the phrase “eternal recurrence”
And I didn’t know what it meant
And then Scout took off her bathing suit
And I took off mine too
And I dropped it in the water
And it floated to the bottom and I didn’t see where it went
And you don’t have to go
And you don’t have to stay
And you don’t have to know
Why it never goes away
You don’t have to
And the road was very long (duh)
And the conditions were brutal (obviously)
And we didn't know where we were going (who cares)
And nobody cared, and then we made it there
And I died and was reborn
And then I died and was reborn again and again and again
I hope I’m a fish next time
I’ve had enough conversation for 20 lives
And you don’t have to go
And you don’t have to stay
And you don’t have to know
Why it never goes away
You don’t have to
You don’t have to know
And you don’t have to stay
And you don’t have to know
Why it never goes away, not even one time
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Set Up
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All my friends are tryna set me up so much, I feel set up
Casual drinks at the bar, guy plays flamenco guitar, that old set-up
My nice pants and a tucked-in shirt, that old get-up
And then she takes me back to her place, no roommates, a nice set-up
But the pain of missing you just won’t let up
No; maybe I was set up to fail at loving you
Cuz I remember when we were so pure in our love and so set up
But my attention frayed and people got in the way and time sped up
And one day you just told me straight “I feel fed up”
And we agreed to call it quits in the park that day we met up
But the pain of missing you fucks my head up
Yeah; maybe I was set up for this song just to win you back
Because I wasn’t the one who chose fear of missing fun, I was set up
When everybody my age is succumbing to rage or getting wed up
And it’s hard to make it through the day, let alone get up
Sitting here, drinking my beer out of red cups
Because the pain of missing you makes my head just burn
Maybe I was set up to feel how regret feels
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When I Was 18
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When I was 18 I did LSD
with my roommate & my high school friend & some girls we were seeing
I felt pretty normal then everything changed
I battled it internally but I felt kinda strange
So I went for a walk, & I picked up some chalk
I wrote “nothing is permanent now”
Then I burst back in the door
& I fell to the floor
I cried “no” I cried “no” I cried “no”
“It makes perfect sense now”
Then all semester I’d do it again
I spent every weekend tripping out with my friends
It felt pretty funny then everything changed
The world I had trusted began to feel strange
I couldn’t believe that all of these things
I took for granted, I no longer relied on
I felt fogged in the head, so I took to my bed
I cried “no” I cried “no” I cried “no
Nothing makes sense now”
Cuz I wanted to know things that the world didn’t tell me about
When I was 17
When I was 18 I did myself in
My trust in perception was worn pretty thin
I cried for adjustment; I tried to find God
I found rhyme & reason in the unspeakably odd
The truth of it all is without trust you fall
Into spaces that exist in our minds
At some point you have
To clear out your own path
You cry “yes” you cry “yes” you cry “yes”
“It all makes sense to me”
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4. |
Baby X5
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Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I got nothing to say
I can’t believe that your hold on me was so great
I keep walking around the supermarket looking for clues of you but they don’t appear
The queues are clear
And baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I got nothing to do
I can’t believe that I’m living my life without you
Everyone's telling me just to get a hobby, find something to fill the time because I can’t unwind
But in my mind
Baby
You’re my lifeline
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, my hands are tied
Everybody says that I look half-alive
I keep checking my cell phone to see your name pop up but it doesn’t & I’m feeling pretty fucked
But I’m still stuck
I guess baby
I’m out of luck
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5. |
When Jake's In Town
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I got a girl, she's 32, but she's got a boyfriend as well
She might like me, but then she might love him
She says it's just too soon to tell
We don't make love 'cuz she thinks it's wrong but last week we rented out a motel just to sleep
We go for walks, we go to shows but not when Jake's in town
We laugh and kiss, we reminisce, but not when Jake's around
And I'm not there when his car pulls up and he rolls his window down and says "I missed you"
Jake's in town
I feel so down
I wish he was ten feet in the ground
Well I can't sleep and I can't wake up cuz Jake got in last night
And I think of him in that familiar bed and it just don't feel right
And I'm not usually the jealous type but I hope they get in a fight and she tells him everything
Jake's in town
I feel so down
I wish he was ten feet in the ground
Well I talked to Anne, she says she talked to Jake, and she told him everything
He took it bad and then he got real sad but he understands it's just a fling
And when she told me Jake took her back I felt an awful sting like I'd peed my pants in public
Jake's in town
I feel so down
I wish I was ten feet in the ground
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Tarantula
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I could swear I felt the feeling
Deep in my soul
But the minute that I felt the feeling
I lost control
So my doctor says next time I feel the feeling
To let her know
O I wish I was a spider
With eight long hairy legs
Cuz when I look in the mirror
I see two short legs instead
And two rows of teeth instead of fangs
And two eyeballs in my head
Tarantula! Tarantula! Ta-ran-tula!
I had visions on the freeway
Of crawling down the road
Scaring everyone in traffic
Like some sci-fi episode
'Til the CIA copters shoot me down
And I explode
Tarantula! Tarantula! Ta-ran-tula!
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7. |
The Craft
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You gotta cultivate your craft
You gotta get laughed at
And after that
You gotta laugh back
I was a child spokesman
Until all of the cameras broke
And my bicycle spokes
Got twisted
So I walked home
I saw a river on fire
I saw babies crying
I saw a message in the trees
And it said “release me”
I said I don’t speak no more
Then a message formed
It said “you’re getting closer”
You gotta cultivate your craft
You gotta turn back
You gotta pick up your bat
You gotta hold fast
I smiled for 10 years straight
Worked as a 7/11 cashier
Nobody ever complained
Or even noticed
Graffiti covered the windows
I couldn’t scrub it out
But I could see light peak out
Through the letters
It said “malice doesn’t exist in the world — trust me
I saw a dog on adderall
She looked at me
She had a baritone bark — roof”
You gotta cultivate your craft
You gotta get laughed at
And after that
You gotta laugh back…
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8. |
Race to the Bottom
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When I was just a child
I didn’t realize that things
Would get stranger,
More painful
When I was just a kid
I knew I was the best at everything I did
And I didn’t care
That I wasn’t
Race to the bottom
Race to those grassy hills, the daffodils
Race to the candy-colored center
And maybe we can enter into painless phases
Crystal phrases
A palace fit to die inside
So I went for a walk
And saw my own body outlined out in cement chalk
I used my jacket to rub it out
And when I reached the end
I found a little beach made of porcelain
And I took my clothes off and went swimming
Race to the bottom
Race to those grassy hills, the daffodils
Race to the candy-colored center
And maybe we can enter into painless phases
Crystal phrases
A palace fit to die inside
When I came up for air
I saw present, past, and future me all standing there
But I didn’t shake hands; I just stood there
Cuz when I was learning how
(turning myself inside out)
How to distance myself from
The ones I cared about
I felt stronger, more ancient
Race to the bottom
Race to those grassy hills, the daffodils
Race to the candy-colored center
And one day we will enter into painless phases
Crystal phrases
A palace fit to die inside
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Matthew Danger Lippman Brooklyn, New York
BOOKING/LOVE LETTERS/HATE MAIL: matthewdangerlippman@gmail.com
Brooklyn-based
musician, filmmaker, & self-described genius.
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