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Tangerines, Pt. 2
03:13
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Make everything feel bad
Spiraling on the floor
It’s not alright
I had a taste of the disappearing act
And barely made it back
Where did I go
For those seven hours or so
I’ve become immune
To rejuvenating citrus fruit
Nature will respect my will
These obstacles are not so inflexible I bet
I was a blanket
Thinning and fraying at the seams
Feeling my every fiber disintegrate
You were a stranger
We had regressed a billion years
A couple of meteorites colliding in celestial harmony
And in the morning
You bought me shoes
And I felt so invincible
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Fireworks
03:40
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Dare I ask you’d meet me in the middle
On this microwave of an afternoon
I lift you up and carry you pathetically
Across the street when your legs get weak
And Uncle Scott’s been marinating chicken
For a couple hours when the cracks ring out
The way your body tenses up and freezes
When you try to locate the sounds and their maker
I believe in miracles
I have just seen god on the face of a suffering creature
And after all the showmanship
At the front of the pack you are plainly beat
Where have all the roman candles gone?
It’s a colorless world
There are only invisible blasts
Baby, we aren’t getting any younger
So let’s stick it out for a while
I’ll brush the ashes from your hair
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3. |
Simple Fix
04:06
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There is not a simple fix
We don’t know how
To keep the bugs away
You can bargain with a priest
Or board up the windows
It doesn’t really pay
I was sitting on the train
Counting the empty seats all around me
And I don’t mean to complain
But there’s something unreasonable
About being alone in this place
It only took the better part of a year
To find the time to hang all the art
And there’s a couple things we still need
To pick up from you know where
Pick up, pick up!
I feel like the only survivor
Of a zombie apocalypse
I move hurriedly through
The desolate cityscape
I barely still recognize
And it’s hard to find the point
Where the circus and serenity intersect
But we’re good at compromise
Boris Karloff is a personal friend of mine
There is not a simple fix
We don’t know how to keep the bugs away
Cabernet and politics
We’re settling down
And acting our age
There is not a simple fix
We don’t know how to keep the bugs away
Tagalongs (but only six)
Distributed evenly
To cap off the day
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I'm a Waterfall
05:15
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What can I do
To demonstrate to you
Mine is perpetual love
I’m a waterfall
In the background of a scene
A painting on a wall, perhaps
I will be a fixture
We are home at last
Hours on a bus
Does nothing to extinguish
Your passion for the interesting view
We are home at last
With nothing in the morning
And nothing in the fridge
Electrified by possibility
What can I do
To demonstrate to you
Mine is perpetual love
I’m a waterfall
Or a shadow on the floor
Severed from material form
We are holding on
The gravity of change
The onus of the path
Comparing notes on rationality
We are holding on
In transitory wind
The flicker of a candle
That made it through the other side of night
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5. |
Get High
05:11
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Steps from the water’’s edge
You stopped and turned us back
We hadn’t seen the copperhead
Plotting his attack
How does this affect the calculus?
We sat in the back of Sufficient Grounds
With sodas and our grand ideas, oh Little Rock
You’d never made me feel so stupid before
I want to get high
But it always makes me sick
I want to get high
But it always makes me think too much
Breaking glass in the jungle gym
Where we learned to hold our smoke
You wrote about my Santa Claus hat
And you took off all your clothes
All our formal properties
Unravel when we ride around in cars
Recycling our songs and tired stories
Connected in the heaviness of southern air tonight
I want to get high
But it always makes me sick
I want to get high
But it always makes me think too much
I want to get high
But I never learned that trick
I want to get high
But it always makes me think too goddamn much about you guys
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6. |
There Are No Bad Dogs
03:54
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You were led to a room with a bed and a bowl of water to drink
And you were hungry enough to chew through a chain link fence
And they shut you away alone for a couple of hours
Without a window to look through or trace of familiar scent
You’re never gonna see the people you love ever again
You’re never gonna see the people you love ever again
You were quiet at first as the sound of their voices receded
You were aware of the terror building up in your lungs
And when you finally let it out they were already gone
There was no one to trace it back to its frightened source
You’re never gonna see the people you love ever again
You’re never gonna see the people you love ever again
But would you believe
That time is an actor
Made up like a monster
Trying to scare you
Into accepting your defeat
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7. |
Living in It Now
04:00
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I want to put down plaster
On the rough spots in the wall
Or reinforce the fences
But I don’t make those calls
We’re living in it now
We’re living in it now
Grab a pair of heavy-duty gloves and something sharp and help me
Tear the insulation out
I hope I find the treasures
We buried with our pets
In the shadow of the eucalyptus tree
But I’ll take what I can get
We’re living in it now
We’re living in it now
Grab a pair of heavy-duty gloves and something sharp and help me
Tear the insulation out
And when it comes to the piano
Don’t even get me started
That self-important centerpiece will be the first thing in the garbage
And I’ll refuse to grieve the dearly departed
And I wish I had a quarter
For every worthless dime
That I picked up in the attic
Where I wasted so much precious time
We’re living in it now
And you are livid with me now
Grab a pair of heavy-duty gloves and something sharp and help me
Tear the insulation out
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8. |
Hip Dysplasia
03:20
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One day the stairs won’t be enough
A spring can only come uncoiled
So many times
Before it’s just a pile
Of metal circles of no use to anyone
But I can’t bear the thought of having to modify
Any aspect of
The life we have
And when it happens
I will try to let the guilt
Remind me of how I never told you no
One day it’s gonna get really bad
A wheel is only half of the machine
You need an axle to get things
Moving properly and I’m afraid I’ll miss the warning signs
Sometimes you don’t even look like you
Just cut up the highlights to
The life we have
And when it happens
I will try to let the guilt
Remind me of how I never told you no
The day that we have to scale a Peruvian mountain
And the pressure in your hips exceeds what you can handle
Then I’ll just have to get stronger
And you can do what you want
Use up all your sick days
I will pet your ears when we laugh about
The life we had
And when it happens
I will let the guilt destroy me like I usually do
Because I never had the heart to tell you no
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9. |
Tireless Beast
02:48
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There’s a puddle at the bottom of the stoop
That throws me into instant paralysis
Like a character designed without the requisite
Points in acrobatics
And though I want to go out
And I want to feel dirt between my fingers
It isn’t allowed
It just isn’t done around these hypochondriacal parts
Make the rain stop long enough
For me to rediscover the animal inside of me
Fifteen thousand years of compromise
But now I need to become the old tireless beast
There’s a puddle at the bottom of the stoop
Reminding me that I used to know how to swim
For an hour at a time in rabid pursuit of
Whatever injured thing was trying to escape
And I want it all back
But I don’t have a say
I’d never survive a scrape on these jagged mechanical parts
Make the rain stop long enough
For me to rediscover the animal inside of me
Fifteen thousand years of compromise
But now I need to become the old tireless beast
What kind of third rate demigod feeds but doesn’t shelter?
I’m trying hard to be positive, friend
Best friend, best friend, best friend
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Monster Furniture Brooklyn, New York
"Giant Egg" out now!
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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