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everything is handed down

by shoney lamar

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FM era 02:33
shoulder to shoulder w/ some off limits chicks. it's a lovely dinner and yr gonna pay for it. you explain all you know, it only takes a minute. they pay attention but they just don't give a shit. then you separate the art from the artist. like separating the car from the carcass. it's not a bar, it's a flock of flabby targets. and yr a marksman in need of some dark catharsis. you either did it to it or you didn't do it. but now you gotta prove it. so let's move it, stupid. c'mon. LET'S SCREAM ALL THE WAY HOME. LET'S SCREAM. LET'S SCREAM. in a rush to make pulpy mush of the audience an excellent hot damn and honestly it's obvious. distraught thoughts get caught up and they all applauded it. could've all been yrs if you'd only sat and thought of it. but maybe you were just a scummy size too small. maybe you weren't the face they paid for after all. in all of the sick batshit in which you had to crawl, you should've kept them cats in bags, you woulda had it all. you either did it to it or you didn't do it. but now you gotta prove it. so let's move it, stupid. c'mon. LET'S SCREAM ALL THE WAY HOME. LET'S SCREAM. LET'S SCREAM! if you say her name three times she will appear. but it's forbidden for you to approach anywhere near. there will be tests to assess if yr sincere. and if you are, you'll be cheered by a jury of yr peers. but don't get comfortable or get too cavalier. there's more than one way you can hang from chandeliers. and for her final trick she needs a volenteer. she disappears herself and you're yr own souvenir. you either did it to it or you didn't do it. but now you gotta prove it, so let's move it stupid. c'mon, LET'S SCREAM ALL THE WAY HOME. LET'S SCREAM! LET'S SCREAM!
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slowpoke 02:12
good god, we should call the law. walls just shakin from the droppin jaws. buncha nasty rabbits with raspy throats. ppl gonna choke from the way that you smoke. come hither in yr miniskirt come hither in yr flimsy shirt come hither little introvert come hither shimmy what yr worth come hither. what'd you bring me? dirt? eyes dilate and the thunder boom. lips get licked when yr struttin thru the room. cherry bombs poppin, it's electric. whiplash crackin all the snappy necks. get at me next. come hither in yr miniskirt. come hither in yr flimsy shirt. come hither little introvert. come hither little city twerp. come hither w. yr pretty smirk. come hither it's a red alert. come hither little skinny flirt. come hither shimmy what yr worth. come hither what'd you bring me? dirt? come hither make me go berzerk
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on all fours 02:19
already wet when we met in the showers. the first of several felony encounters. lookin to score like we were out-of-towners. we were at the height of our dark powers. didn't need friends, we needed song ideas. the kind of friendship where no one really needs us. don't bother fallin for an evil genius. he won't love you, he will love to pieces. immodest proposal expert clothes disposal antics anecdotal antisocial locals totem-poled and focal kept the quota solo ovaries aren't ovals shake it, so snow-global coast to coast so boastful let me do my vocals let me do my vocals let me do my- didn't need friends, we needed song ideas. the kind of friendship where no one really needs us. don't bother fallin for an evil genius. he won't love you, he will love to pieces.
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domesticity 02:44
DOMESTICITY my only comfort is captivity i'm into consistent proximity this isn't dinner it's festivity DOMESTICITY i'd like it all explained explicitly why won't somebody just come live w/ me? somebody come and have a kid w/ me DOMESTICITY i make the bed w/ great efficiency my only focus gettin dishes clean i mow the lawn like a soliloquy DOMESTICITY i'd like it all explained explicitly why won't somebody just come live w/ me? somebody come and have a kid w/ me DOMESTICITY don't bother feedin me no sympathy no self respect no will no dignity don't hold my hand aw man yr killin me DOMESTICITY i'd like it all explained explicitly why won't somebody just come live w/ me? somebody come and have a kid w/ me
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open sesame 03:37
sometimes i make out w/ myself, i take my own best offer. and i think about yr hair, what yr wearin, and i need a glass of water. sometimes i wish i still got messed up, instead i get dressed up. i don't know why i even bother. oh, that dress so mean, don't mess w/ me. you dancin to the recipe, you shake that thing expensively. got me open sesame got me open sesame sometimes i kick myself out my own damn house because it doesn't really matter. all these things i can't unsee, you make a little bitch out of me, i just rattle and shatter. a fool droolin in my sleep, oh god, just look at me, i'm a disaster. oh, that dress so mean, don't mess w/ me. you dancin to the recipe, you shake that thing excessively. got me open sesame got me open sesame. existence is unanimous, it's always overheard. the skinless index finger documenting word for word the mistress forgives sins but grimaces just afterward. the princess is a phantom, all known photographs are blurred. the princess is a phantom, all known photographs are blurred.
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sex smells 04:18
an evening equal parts charming and disarming that takes a sudden dark turn like european films. translating strange riddles from the fog of her words. this ink isn't black enough. grape juice is the cruellest juice. staining. is this a bandana or a noose? hanging. they say the root of all neuroses is emotional conflict. but i've got a fuck-sized hole in me. and a need to perceive something as holy, as holy, as holy. sex smells, but i might as well. w/ the misguided romanticism of a benign drunk, i hear myself say, "get it while it's hot." but she hates it hot. i try "i could stare at the shape of you for hours, not a single right angle." she flinched. give me something to strangle. i'd like to descend into the bonfire now. perhaps i'll go swimming instead. get so drunk i just die out there. it's likely i puked up my very soul. i'm not joking. she could just roll me and smoke me but this fucking beach is no-smoking. sex smells, but i might as well.

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released August 1, 2019

written, recorded, mixed and mastered by shoney lamar.

except some drums, gang vocals, and both technical and philosophical input by chris peck.

copyright 2019. all rights reserved

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