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The War On Pleasure
01:46
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Psychic marks with lesser aim
Traffic choking every vein
In the shrunken headscape of today
There's no weapon like anxiety
Conscience strewn in disarray
Another tongueless casualty
In the war on pleasure
A high half-lifer at the gate
Said damage comes to those who wait
And if you've got something good to share,
You're welcome anywhere but here
Lest we toss you in the fray
While building up our military
In the war on pleasure
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Sub-prime mover
Synaptic skull
Axiom sparkage
Ark mercurial
And all my systems are nervous
When it leaves your body
Where does the warmth go?
Ninety ninety-eight
Ninety-eight-point-what?
When you shuck your shell
It's less than irrelevant
And all my systems are nervous
When it leaves your body
Where does the warmth go?
D.Y.B.I.
D.Y.B.I.E go!
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3. |
Hey Lock Haven
02:23
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Lately she's been tried
Eyes me with a tepid longing
Yes deep down I'm too far gone
To upheave what's placed upon me
I guess I've no choice
But to suspect
All that I've been shown
By surveying this here wreckage
On my own
Will I convalesce
Until all the roads are clear of traffic
Or am I free to ride
On this big bus going nowhere fast
I guess I've no choice
But to suspect
All that I've been shown
By surveying this here wreckage
On my own
On my own
Same old story
Nothing ventured
Nothing lost
My own
Years ago
My wisdom
Came at such a cost
So sow me to those orchards greener
Lock Haven
To heal until my wanderlust
Takes hold again
And there I'll lick my wounds
Until they bid me go
Bid me go
Bid me go
Bid me go again
Hey Lock Haven
Your story is killing me
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4. |
No Kind Of Fun
02:53
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It's been a vacant year
Ain't shit to do but drink a dram from
A Kentucky mason jar
In a stood-up club with a lifeless laugh-track
Built right in
Don't have to think too hard
Every joke you hear is familiar
Hot off the ha-ha line
Only so much they can justify with irony
Fast out of fashion
Don't this dead time weigh a ton
It takes no mind
You ain't no kind
Of fun
Twisting around the dial
Head's a-bliss with this tinnitus
Humming a static line
Ain't no match for my spastic tonearm
Gimme Death Sweats and not Decemberists
Gimme Death Sweats and not Decemberists
Gimme Death Sweats and not Decemberists
Gimme Bad Brains and keep your Bright Eyes
Fast out of fashion
Don't this dead time weigh a ton
It takes no mind
You ain't no kind
Of fun
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Picasso VS Lester Bangs
01:35
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You ain't no
You ain't no
You ain't no
You ain't no Picasso
And I ain't no
I ain't no
I ain't no
I ain't no Lester Bangs
But out there on the Internet
Everybody thinks that we're legit
I try hard
I try hard
I try hard
I try hard not to try hard
And I've seen your
I've seen your
I've seen your name all over town
Falling in with the out-crowd
All us peg-legs say you play too loud
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J. Marinelli Morgantown, West Virginia
J. Marinelli is a one man band like no other. The sound and fury that emotes from his haunting Appalachian echoed yowl falls
somewhere between Guided By Voices, a lost mountain troubadour and a classic 70’s punk outfit from your dreams.
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