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Baloo My Darling Boy
02:51
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I have a walking stick
That I shall beat you with
Reece my darling boy you see
Though haste disappointed me
And there I see you cower
Like a delicate little flower
Your skin so darkly pale
Quite soon I hope to make it wail
Alas my boy
Your mother’s pride and joy
Baloo, Baloo, Baloo
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Passive Killer
03:50
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I am the passive killer, passively stalking you
I am the queen’s battalion sticking my knife through you
And as I walk on home I see the face of someone new
Their eyes meet mine and I can see the things I saw in you
A heart that beats so slowly when the blood starts leakin’ out
A pair of lungs that gasp so loudly when the final breath’s let out
A thousand veins, a thousand roads that succumb a single doubt
That you and I must stay alive, in hopes to drown the clout
‘Cause there’s a skeleton in my closet that looks just like you do
There’s a skeleton in my closet that has all your features too
And I fell in love with him like I'm fallin’ just for you
And I hope, one day I can fit my fist straight down your throat
And pull your epiglottis out, your epiglottis out, on out
And I’ll dissect your beautiful body, I’ll cut the muscles out
I’ll preserve your limbs and dry your skin
You’re so beautiful inside out
You’re so beautiful inside out
Your brain’s on display, your heart’s locked in my safe
Your bones are stale, your jaw is frail
You’re so vulnerable inside out
You’re so vulnerable inside out
But I’ll take, take care of you
I’ll protect you from decay
You’ll stay with me forever
You’ll stay with me, You’ll stay with me
You’ll never ever, ever… ever leave
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PIPW
03:18
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Walking down the street it was a sight I couldn’t bear
All those kissing couples what a harrowing affair
I closed my eyes so tightly and said a final prayer
Help me, Help me, Help me
I’m going to collapse
All those kissing tongues
I know that they’ll attack
Now they’re holding hands oh dear, I cannot win a fight
They are chasing after me I will have to take flight
Everything they said to me three years ago was tripe
Watching, Looking, Glaring,
They are stalking me
I can see right through
This conspiracy
Hah, I knew it, there they are, police in prince’s white
Here they are to kidnap me and strap me down real tight
I am not a psychopath I shouted with my might
Stop it, stop it, stop it
No injections please
The needle in my arm
Will make a bug of me
Here I am alone in this cell of feather down
It is nice and soft and there’s no slobbering around
Alone, Alone, Alone
I’m finally Alone
Solitude is mine
Alone I shall behold
Here I am your queen
Bow Down before me
I knew you were there from the start
So rest my aching heart
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Riverside
04:24
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So bored am I on Riverside, I do not know what to do
Oh so bored on Riverside, there’s nothing I can do
On Riverside they tear down things for privileged yuppie scum
More Taco yummie treat I fear you’ll be cast out for wings on River, Riverside
Oh Riverside you cling to me, gripping like a Satan’s mask
And all I ever saw from thee were cyclists in a trance of steam
Maybe some stomping tramps we’ll see with gleaming white wild eyes of tears
And there is nothing to do here on River, Riverside
Oh Riverside what hold thee me, oh what can you give me today
Nothing, nothing can I say on River, Riverside
The blight has come, the leaves are gone
There’s a season still of frozen blood
But can I wait ‘til flowers bloom
No not on Riverside, no not on Riverside
So bored am I on Riverside, I do not know what to do
Oh so bored on Riverside
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the Morose Society Austin, Texas
The Morose Society is a chamber pop, piano trio from Austin, TX.
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