1. |
White Girl
04:01
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I don't know her
I just met her
And she's shouting through my brain
To forget her
She's got class
She's expensive
If I roll cash
She won't get defensive
She's got class
She's expensive
I walk on glass
To reach my incentive
Sweet little white girl - see what she's done to me
O, little white girls - what have you done to me?
All city white girls say I wanna chance to be free
I can see her
In the mirror
But if i kiss her
She will disappear
I can see her
In the mirror
I need to kiss her
To make my night clear
Sweet little white girl - see what she's done to me
O, little white girls - what have you done to me?
All city white girls say I wanna chance to be free
She'll take me uptown
She's so privileged
I always wake up downtown
When I'm finished
I can see her
In the mirror
But if I kiss her
She will disappear
I'm gonna kiss her
I lean closer
Closer...closer....
Sweet little white girl - see what she's done to me
O, little white girls - what have you done to me?
All city white girls say I wanna chance to be free
All pretty white girls pray - they want the chance to be in me
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2. |
Wifey
04:20
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Can you drive?
Drive a little faster
Shove it aside
Push the pedal now
It's over the cliff
(When will she hit?)
Knocking in code
I lunge
Answer the door
To your wifey allure
Blue candle lights suggest
our roach infested mattress
They're salivating over the meat
It's so hard to let it go
Please, I can't take-
It's so hard to let it go
So hard to let it go
My love...
It's so hard to let it go
If only you could know
Bitch, take it take it all away!
The spread's divine
And once again you are my wife
But i'm counting down to the spike
The one last final twist of the knife
I long to hear you say
Baby, baby you look so good I can eat ya!
'Cuz i'm far from the gingerbread man
Dig in, we'll feed and then purge and come on...
It's so hard to let it go
I'm free - No, no no
It's so hard to let it go to waste
Let's pig out - not just a taste
For old time's sake
I grow hard - don't let it go
Must bleed this struggle slow
Bitch, take it take it take it take take take take TAKE IT ALL AWAY!
I can't fight
Nothing can curb my appetite
When you're shining bright
Underneath those neon lights
While i'm all, yea, covered in slime
But it's alright
Mama, I'm just fine - I'm fine
And i'm in my prime
Honey...honey I'm home!!!
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3. |
Decimation
02:01
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4. |
Imperious
03:57
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Put it in with your poison
Put it in with your scone
Wrap it up with your toys, Hun
And shove it up your throne
Of course you believe in God
Nothing bad has ever happened to you
Well, that’s not true – In fact, it’s happening now
But you never heard the warnings ‘cause your voice was too loud
You’re always goin’ off about how you are so blessed
Well, you were given everything - Now it’s time to get undressed
Put it in with your poison
Put it in with your scone
Wrap it up with your toys, Hun
And shove it up your throne
And, you know, I’m so repulsed
But I can’t turn it off
Put it in with your poison
Put it in with your scone
Wrap it up with your toys, Hun
And shove it up your throne
Tarantella now!
O my babies!
O my family!
O my babies!
O my family!
You think they’re watching ‘cause they’re so in love with you
They watch because it’s easier than going to the zoo
You think they’re really watching ‘cause they wanna be like you
They watch you to feel cleaner ‘cause you’re garbage through and through
O but I just can’t turn it off
I’ll admit
Sometimes I feel like giving them a hug
So vulnerable
But I remember to remember
I’m above
And then I just feel stupid
Well, not as stupid as they must feel
…Right?
Put it in with your poison
Put it in with your scone
Wrap it up with your toys, Hun
And shove it up your throne
Tarantella
Smiling and laughing with your heads above water
Sinking on the shoulders of your sons and daughters
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5. |
In
04:26
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Only you
Only me
Only everything
And nothing in between
Only death
Only skin
Only filthy beds
Tell flowers to begin
Share with friends
Your rose is sick with the worm I am
I’m sick with the rose I snatched from her
Only you
Only me
Only everything you were
And what we’ll be
We can run
We can spin
We can live in a bubble
With needles and pins
Then suddenly a slit…
Your rose is sick with the worm I am
I’m sick with the rose I snatched from her
O…Deviants, come on…
You
Me
Only yours and mine
And hers for no one to see
It was there in the ground
‘Til we all felt the rapture
I smell the roses year ‘round
Sliding in the beds they were found
Your rose is sick with the worm I am
I’m sick with the rose I snatched from her
Roses sick with the worms I am…and everyone’s sick in the rapture
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6. |
Lovely
03:19
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Hello, Lovely
Yea, you, so lovely
La Loveliest
Piece of loveliness
I wanna see your home
Please, take me to your home
Love your family
Introduce me
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
Look here, Lovely
I would put you above me
But I see Lovelier
The Loveliest is Her
I wanna taste her pain
Experience and shame
La la la Loveliest
A Piece of loneliness
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
Your
My little Lovely
You’re a little too young for me
Although we’re the same age
I want someone with some range
I won’t disturb at all
As I venture down the hall
Want some company?
Mrs. Lovely
You see, I’m an old soul
Yea, I’ve eaten but I’m not full
You’re so imperfect, yes
Such neglected loveliness
Loveliousness
I wanna add to the mess
Lovely lines
And veins
And thighs
And chains
I wanna feel what it’s like to be plain
Outside
Dead and Alive
And so ready to be loved on the inside
So lovefully
And lovingly
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
Yea, I wanna feel
I wanna feel
I wanna feel
You
mother
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7. |
South Mouths
03:57
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8. |
Break
03:25
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9. |
How Very
05:51
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10. |
French Maid
05:56
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I love you so much, I never would
Swear “I’d never think about another girl”
It’s really ugly, and really quite unfair
‘Cause sometimes it’s all I think about when you’re right there
So go on. Forget me, love – don’t you know I love to be your John
And your Mary. I like it when you’re scary
O, with her brush you swept the lust out of my eyes
I can see your love so much better when you hide
When you hide, when you hide…
I’ve got nothing more I need to say
It’s getting kind of bored – let’s start the play
I’ll dream it up. You’ll clean it up. We’ll dream it up. And it’s alright
It’s alright
(x2)
I love you so much, so much it kills
It’s not the way you touch me; it’s the way it feels
O, something’s burning and you swear that it’s my soul
So I’ll peel the world that’s turning and expose this hole
But don’t yet forgive me, love. That’s not the way I wanna be received
Do it later. Be my mother, not my maker
Her brush erased this. It swept me off my mind
Your face looks so damn sexy from behind
From behind, from behind…
I’ve got nothing more I need to say
It’s getting kind of bored – let’s start the play
It’s quite healthy now, come on
I will let you
Do the same with me
Come on, my girl. O, come on, my whore. O, come on, my one true love
Stop! We can both be stars tonight
Or we can cry
We can cry
Cry
Would you rather cry?
Okay, okay…
Sometimes you’re all I need
I love you, baby
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Loose Lid New York, New York
Loose Lid is an Electronic Artist & Songwriter from Brooklyn. Inspired by musical acts like The Knife, Depeche Mode, Grimes and Boards of Canada, Loose Lid marries dark, experimental sounds with melodic vocal hooks and danceable arrangements. His debut album "Hers" is a diverse set of emotional songs. It's Unsettling Synth-pop that you can lose your mind to without losing your intelligence ... more
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