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MM : Something Knew
01:43
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I know
I'm quiet
but you'll see
once you know me better
I know you will know me
once you know me better
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MF : Me and the Buffalo
03:49
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I wish you would feed me a lie I can get behind in a bigger way
It’s not just the sting of the onions against my eyes when we materialize
There’s a bigger prize
You can move out to California to be around the people you can’t stand
If you like, we can buy a bike and take apart the wheels
Just to see how it feels
This dead place reeks of the children who decomposed with the buffalos
If time is the master and under his thumb we’re just banging our heads into concrete walls
Then I won’t play ball
Plus, you gotta be at least this tall
You can move out to California to be around the people you can’t stand
If you like, we can buy a bike and take apart the wheels
Just to see how it feels
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the radio is on
and we’re still two hours from anywhere
and driving into the night
and driving into the night
the world is set ablaze
with a red curtain behind it
and lights set at our feet
making shadows of your legs
as they twist down the curls
of a jackhammer tongue
and the worlds beside us
rest somewhere beyond
the tips of the tops of this rhythm
that beats without end
oh when will it end?
i hope it never does end
the radio is on
and we’re still two hours from anywhere
and driving into the night
and driving into the night
where the spaces between things
fall temporarily in line
harmonized on a downbeat
and fissured in time
but i find them naturally
as we meet on the dance floor tonight
and we twist through the furls
of a saxophone tongue
and the worlds beside us
wrest somewhere beyond
the tips of the tops of this rhythm
that beats without end
oh when will it end
i hope it never does end
(she's a breeze when she's dying
an apple tree cored, straight to the core
a cave that i've ignored)
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MF : Carta Marina
03:25
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It’s getting harder for me to concentrate on the things that really matter
Navigating the Northern seas is bumper cars with old draconic entities
And you’re unimpressed
So you bleed your buckets dry
And though we don’t see eye to eye
I am a sailor and you’ve got the Carta Marina
“Tumultuous wars shall presently befall our kingdom.”
If it’s an omen you wanted you got it made
Now give me the goddamn map
Before I snap
But you laugh and hoist your sails
And we chase your elusive whale
I am a doormat and you’ve got the Carta Marina
Leave my bunk in the night
Call me crazy but I could swear I heard you weeping
Say your prayers on the deck to whatever brand of guidance you had hoped owed you a favor:
“How did I get out here?”
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MM : The Immortal 2.0
03:05
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it's not that i'm particular for wisconsin
but i'm not too fond of giants
maybe i hadn't quite aligned my birds
before calling them a row
oh what do you cast your body from
oh what do call your body
we’ll run out a thousand miles
to find a river
to find a bridge
to jump off of
we’ll run out into those rain drenched fields
to see just what these humans do
to keep their bodies warm
oh how do you keep your body warm
oh how do you keep your body
oh what do you cast your body from
oh what do you call your body
all this calls for patience
all these calls for patience
you're still wandering down that road
we’re still wandering down
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MF : Claws
04:18
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We gave freely of our arms
Those nights lying on the ground
I needed you
I have a face
Out here
I don’t want to lose my name
I don’t want to file my claws
I don’t want to have to look out for myself
I fought day and night for scraps
My cold nerves
Your soft hands
I needed you
I have a place
Out here
I don’t want to lose my name
I don’t want to file my claws
I don’t want to have to look out for myself
Roll over combed-over, play dead
to a mass of ears and stalking that were never meant
to be actually in need of anything
missed the days, missed the text, missed the story’s content
Dangle hope in front of me
And tease me with the picture you were painting
When I came in through the window to escape
For just a minute
When the traffic got unsafe
Or if the weather wasn't helping my condition
You would take me to the doctor
Set my bones and give me shelter
Just a quiet place to rest
Because I haven't got the nerve to fight
I haven't got the nerve
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MM : Sunday Girl
01:49
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my sunday girl
you always look so bright eyed and bushy-taled
my sunday girl
glances ‘round for strangers in the night
my melancholy baby
monday night
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MM : Rabbit Cell
05:00
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blame your lucky stars
i saw you first
the last time we spoke
we both made excuses
to come over unannounced
you're not that cool of a girl in the first place
where i lay my head down
less full than we’d like of surprises
and the whites of your doe eyes
then that night at your sister’s house
we both don't say a word
but cross our eyes
by crossing seas
still-morning finds me
rooting through a whole night’s worth of wreckage
for dark boots
or a black box
or a hair beneath my pillow
to tell me just how we crashed last night
but you're not that cool
of a girl in the first place
where i lay my head down
and i'm burning up with surprises
and the fever whites of your doe eyes
in the middle of the night
where you scream with dark eyes
“oh you’ll see!”
but you're standing in the middle of this shit
and can't bare to look back at me
standing in the shadows, an eyebrow raised to a wink
carved in the anchor birthmark in your skin
that won't shift until i sing
you'll come back to me
you'll come back to me oh
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MF : Wish
03:23
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Bloodsuckers never do the things I ask them to
Meat-grinding, island-hopping cannibal betrayer
You, wind in your sails
Catching the failing beams of moonlight on the waves
Try to be brave
Seek out the grave in which your little sister sleeps
Camouflage never looked so good
Your head will fetch a hefty sum if legends are to be believed
And you:
• Talk with your teeth
• Give me no reason to consider how you feel
• Stand in my way
Without delay I’d strike you down
Weren’t I asleep
One:
I wish for a window to look through to study the arc of a sacrifice fly
Two:
I wish for the curse to be lifted this life is monotonous throw me a line
Three:
Is intellect merit enough? You can teach me to fly in your hand-me-down sneakers
Four:
I’m a mess but I’m perfectly willing to drown with my friends, spirit, give me a sign
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Monster Furniture Brooklyn, New York
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Monster Furniture is the moniker of Brooklyn-based recording artist Gabe
Smoller. Across genre-spanning albums and with a rotating cast of collaborators, he writes songs about dogs, death, containment, illness, and home renovation, finding complexity in the mundane (and with just enough DIY eccentricities to keep things from getting too heavy).
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