1. |
Blinkee Stickee
01:17
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v1:
walkin inna room
with a sock fulla mushies
eekin out existence
like a quark on the moon
follow me up the walls
if im not glued to the sidewalk
might hork if I dont
drink some bakin soda soon
CH:
blinkee stickee
neurons scattering
blinkee sticky
who licked who
clinky sickly
my fleshbags clattering
slinky icky
my party dress is goo
V2:
rainwater slicking
to the gutter from the concrete
my psyches inna paper boat
im daffy as a loon
its sweltering im sheltering
from a crawford movies name
splosh splish puddle sitt
lickin puddin off my spoon
v3
im spiraliiiing
its a bad time
im spiraliiing
please be kiiind
im spiraliiing
dooo you miind
like literally
all the time
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it's a creepin up the walls
it's a driftin thru the halls
and it's lookin at me
thru the shower drain
ch:
it's lookin at me
thru the shower drain
it's lookin at me
it's leavin mucus as it crawls
its a driftin down the halls
its scratchin at my cheek
and it wont let me sleep
slides along side of me
and I need to go pee
(ch)
half dying
huff diatomaceous
im feeling
metal filings
my filling
might be spilling
and its tendrils
might be tightening
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3. |
Spit Gets Out Blood
02:10
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v1:
splitted lip
leaking blood all down my tits
red spattered slacks
and clenching fists
but ill be fucked to death
if this dress gets ruined by this little
priick
I cant fight cuz im not big
failure dwells in my sissy fists
so I gulp my blood
work up a hock and then
CH
spit gets out blood
spit gets out blood
and suds get out mud
theres lotsa thing I wud
butt my bodys made a crud
my mind & all my memories
I think I lost em in the flood
mentally im a dud
but I can clean my dresses up
(cuz spit gets out blood)
v2
hair tendrils
coiling round my busted face
I swear I was born in the total worst place
and I get catapulted face first in the gravel whenever I
skate
see im aching for escape
swear to fuck here wont be my fate
another red blossom flowers on my dress
almost evryday
CH
spit gets out blood
spit gets out blood
and suds get out mud
theres lotsa thing I wud
but my bodys made a crud
my mind & all my memories
I think I lost em in the flood
mentally im a dud
but I can clean my dresses up
(cuz spit gets out blood)
V3:
feeelin like a pud
just chewin on my cud
gathered lotsa tidbits but
most of them were duds
but you know I start spittin
everytime I get a cut
cuz spit gets out blood
yeah spit gets out blood
(x2)
spit gets out bloood yeah
spit gets out blood yuh
spit gets out blood huh
spit gets out blood yuh
spit gets out blood yeah yeah yeah
spit gets out blood
gets out blood blood blood blood blood
spit gets out blood blood
spit gets out blood blood
spit gets out blood blood
blood blood blood blood
spits gets out blood blood
blood blood blood blood
blood blood blood blood
blood blood blood blood
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4. |
Butterfly In a Jar
02:31
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i'm a butterfly
in a jar
sunlight
or lamplight
they are both
through the glass
equally far
equally far
equally far
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5. |
Green Sludge
06:11
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v1:
im city trash
haul me to the dump
im livin fast
and fallin on my rump
im a crone
im older than dirt
she looks like shes got
a lot of life ahead of her
CH1:
green sludge green sludge
slower than molasses
green slude green slude
it tastes just like dog ashes
green sludgy baby
for when life hurts and irks
fuck this greeen sludge really works
green sludge baby
for when the mind needs to shirk work
green sludgy baby for when
some troglo jerk irks
grreen sludge for my brain and bodys constant hur-urts
fuck this green sluudges sure got perks
v2:
gimme krattom eek
im always hurtin ack
these psycho pills help a lil
but dont rly fill the lack
I got a void inside to fill up
but not by boofin boy
no uhn uhn
this green ludge rly works
and nothin else seems to work
ch2:
shes hooked now
shes washin powder bags out
kickflippin all night
her nightmares got her wigged out
nose a little runny
and return sporadic muscle hurts
but the alternatves so much worse
gunky mugs with spoons
littered cross her roo-oom
but no needles in fiilters
in puddles in no spoo-oons
she doesnt curse the sundayshe doesnt curse the moon
her lifes rushing back
into her soon
v3:
I kicked boy
and faced it with few problems
the cravings leave me lone now
no more intrusive thought-gnawing laudunum goblins
she and me we are the same
we both pour green sludge on our brains
rewired they cant be the same
but the sludgy calmly puddin tames
CH3:
green sludge green sludge
thicker than molasses
green slude green slude
it tastes just like dog ashes
green sludgy baby
for when life hurts and irks
fuck this greeen sludge really works
green sludge baby
for when the mind needs to shirk work
green sludgy baby for when
some troglo jerk irks
grreen sludge for my brain and bodys constant hur-urts
fuck this green sludge really works
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I wiiishhh
I knew where
my friiendd
who went mih-ssing is
drifted
just somewhere off
the street's mouth watered
& in the rain you dissolved
theres
no record
orrrr
a trace online
we all
walked thin lines but
you
slipped off the side
last time we
spoke I was
worried and no
body knows
if yr locked up,
od'd, or alive &
institutionalized
will
it be years
will
you find me
I miss
you & youre
such a brilliant
luminescent being
I wish I knew where
my friend who went missing went
its such a weird emotion
cant do a thing about it
I still hold that love
& i dont know where to put it
so I just have to
sit with it
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7. |
I Feel the Light
02:16
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I FEEL THE LIGHT
was a night
in my life
when I thought
I had died
so I turned
on my side
let it roll in
the darkening light
I feel the light
can you feel the light?
I feel the light
can you see the light?
but I woke
and I rose
limbs unfurl like jasmine
eyes open like rose
I felt the sun
i licked the beams
I welled with light
pushed at my seams
I feel the light
can you see the light?
I feel the light
can you hear the light?
I feel the light
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8. |
Please Leave Me
02:47
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please leave me soon
no one can say how long
til I wither and worsen
but I haven't got long
cuz god has set me up for failure baby
i'm tryna tell ya that you gotta leave me
please leave me
please leave me
oh god i'm begging you
please oh god leave me
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9. |
Dizzy Business
02:17
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CH
I say the wrong thing
cuz im autisticking
when I say a thing
it doesnt mean another thing
x2
it's a dizzy bizniz
its a busy dizziness
its a dizzy business
its a busy dizziness
x2
V:
that silly sally
clitter clatters
and dilly dallys
with my pitter patter
whats the plucking matter
my brain gutter's cluttered
sunk in a stucko battter
I shudder and mutter
gad about gad about
whats tad mad about
thoughts like a botfly
knots like a bought tie
x2
CH
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10. |
Door to My Heart
01:24
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the door to my heart
is down a hall with carpet
theres static shock don't get electrocuted
and someone's oiled up the knob
you go inside anyway
it smells like there is a gas leak
the co2 detector has no batteries
use a rag to cover your mouth
im in the deepest room inside
in the puddles where im rocking
back and forth and crying
but you get me to follow you out
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v1:
every trans gurl is so cool
I wannna be her best friend
I wanna talk bout
how we both made it this far
I wanna know
what you care bout what yr arts like
who you are
what you like and what you doont
what stimulates yr brain and heart
what stimulates yr brain n heart
what stimulates yr brain n heart
ch:
bah bah bah bahhh
v2:
every trans gurl is so cool
I wannna be her best friend
I wanna talk bout
how we both could have made it this far
I wanna know
what you care bout what yr arts like
who you are
what you like and what you doont
what stimulates yr brain and heart
I wanna talk boout what she likes and what she does and what she knows
where she thrifts and makes from trash and what she grows
and every crumpled crusty corner in the city that she knows
ch:
bahh bahh bahhh
v3:
oh my fucking god
we're all so cool I cant believe it
we make living so much better
if we can just stand not to leave it
some pricks might hate yr presence
but yr absense I would grieve it
you see I need you in this plane
with all its trials and clouds and pain
every trans gurl is so cool
I wanna be her best friend
and thats my whole entire feeling
thats the end
every trans gurl is so cool that I wanna be her friend
ch: bah
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12. |
Tiny Flower
01:36
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im a small beautiful flower
face squinching toward the sun
drink up buttercup
when the rains are sure to come
gobblin handfuls of pills
roots lie in languor near earthworms
my greens are sure to wilt though
when the summer sunshine come
I make seeds not spores baybee
yr human problems are no problem to me
im just a little flower u see
suckin soil and puffin out o2 baybee
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13. |
I'm a Speck of Dust
04:28
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the old city's full of mannequins
if any gently stir theyre shot
the air is burnt and acrid
sparrows silented, laryngitis clots
jelly leaking holes
jammy agape new mouths leaking horror
our bones shatter then stomachs wither
oligarchs wallow in in profits from the slaughter
the same piano line screeches thinly
and tinnily for the thousandth time
entire days fall away
wall-staring on the vacant crisis line
miss take misspeaks
a missile hurled from fanged peaks
let them dismember the scapegoated poor
the luxuriants can stay safely ignored
silouhetted skyline of broken buildings
jutting like jagged gnashing teeth
the hungry broken city swallows everyone
and sluices digestive juice at me
im a mote a speck of dust
and im floating far away x4
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a playground for the bent-neuroned only
ever testing their desensitization to death
numbed as the fly the freezer door closed in
a blurry unreality leadens each step
every pace forward crushes a mouses spine
leeches coiled round gums die with each spoken line
every bite eaten, a shapeless mass wriggling
every being living beneath a gutted torso ceiling
we cant guillotine the responsible
theyve retreated to the lunar domes
robot police scoop out and mail our kidneys
we can only murder in our homes
sometimes I stare at the ground
and pretend im a speck of dirt
they will be watching and we will be dying
im an emotionless mote not inundated with hurt
CH:
im a mote a speck of dust
and im floating far away
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14. |
Just a Second
02:20
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just a second just a second yuh
just a second just a second huh
just in a second I will help you out
plz do not let yrself freak out
im sorry you think my demeanor is too dour
but I only makke like 7 dollairs in an hour
just a second
I see yr lips part
I catch yr eyes slide
I see you crack a smile
I see the world die
I see the mines of mars
I huff thalidomide
I see isopods crawl
cross our suburb oh my
just a second
I see the waters rise (x4)
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15. |
Depakote (Punker)
02:02
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Twitchin in my jaw
fuck I needa break some laws
break into the mall
and put some new swag in my paws
tryin piles of psych meds
cuz im climbin up the walls
I bet I got more hesitation scars than alla yall
I been skippin the pages of the dsm-5
with all these leaks in my psyche its wonder im alive
ive left hella frightened psychs withall of their eyes wide
there a pill or dick or needle shaped hole in my insides
strap me in the bed and
gimme pill in paper cup
my old grippy socks are wearin out
I need to go reup
the metal folding chair in group
is numbing up my butt
they say its my turn to speak
but im just staring up
at the ceiling cuz its peeling
what im feeling isnt healing
every bandaid every script
is a mantra im not repeating
fight or fleeing all im seeing
catching peace but its so fleeting
if my heart wants to keep beating
then my arms want to be bleeding
Twitchin in my jaw
fuck I needa break some laws
break into the mall
and put some new swag in my paws
impulsive,
im a mental fuckin patient after all
steal and fuck and scream and cry
leap off a building, fall
tryin piles of psych meds
cuz im climbin up the walls
I bet I got more hesitation scars than alla yall
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Blotchouts California
No Wave Punk project started in 2016 and variably based in California, Alabama, and Louisiana. Recordings are primarily Yanka Glowniss (she/her) on all instruments with occasional collaborators. Live lineups vary and rarely repeat. Yanka is also a member of Ginchy Gayjacket & the Flushable Wipes, ICBM, Two Crones, and Scrapies. Pre-2015 related music can be found at the Albacore Records bandcamp. ... more
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