1. |
I Really Hate Summer
03:50
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Electric beams of sadness, take a hold of my emotions.
I will not think about it, I'll just be 100 miles away.
Prophetic? So what!
Who cares, I'll just go fade away.
I do not forget the world, for I am only a brain.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in
Invaders form a circle, and begin the crucifix of life.
I see the vectors, and they all seem to make it in a line.
Solipsistic? So what!
Who cares, I'll just go fade away
Logic has failed me, and now the sun is fizzling decay.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in a conscious feeling.
I am now living in
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2. |
Alpha Centauri (α)
05:37
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If there's a knock on your mental door, bend me away.
Program the ray gun with no feelings and moral decay.
8-bit synthesis creates a bed or rice on golden licks,
the pleasures mine from little space, rings of Saturn, gone to my face.
Parabolic raps of yonder, reaching space and time asunder,
stretch your arms like skinny fists, and beget time on little slits and.
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
The nearest star is Alpha Centauri, tell me how it until we burn ourselves again, and look up the words for meaning a solution.
My eyes are making moments, my tears are making holes in, what is known as the deeper reaches of my mind.
Take your hollow lenses and forget your minor bends', tell yourself that matter's gone, spraying holes like scatter guns and.
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah
ah ah ah ah ah ah
ah ha ha ha ha
check check check
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Here Comes the Blood (β)
07:36
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Steel fists extend down to my head.
I am blessed with Jesus and his bread.
I pierce the skull, let me bleed like fowl.
I have no empathy, I haven’t a soul.
Open up, Open up the eye.
Here comes the blood.
Here comes the blood.
Here comes the blood.
I am not waiting for things to happen.
I am simply an atom in the smashing.
Please don’t look at me, I am simply revolting.
I have cursed the eye, with the blood vein, with the bleeding.
So open up the wound, and tell me.
Here comes the blood.
Goodbye to all my lonely feelings, I am leaving you for disrespecting beings.
Take that knife away, and turn it towards the ceiling.
I say pierce the sky and make the world go bleeding!
So open up the wound, and tell me.
Here comes the blood.
Here comes the blood.
Here comes the blood.
Here comes the blood.
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Palm Tree Cowboy (γ)
06:48
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It started with the tear and moved from nowhere.
White dagger souls penetrate my ears.
And all the lonely robots, cry out in pain:
“Oh how I’ve lost the sense to feel anything normal, anyways.”
I see that the sun is setting.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
I rode on the opposite highway.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
Go lock it up, I’d rather take one last look out the window.
Where have I gone, where is my mind today?
Oh what a year it’s been, I lost my heart to a simple sin.
And I hope that these stupid lines are meaningful, and I hope they rhyme
I see that the sun is setting.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
I rode on the opposite highway.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
Oh please
Please let me go.
I rode on the opposite highway.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
I see that the sun is setting.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
I rode on the opposite highway.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
I see that the sun is setting.
I don’t wanna be the palm tree cowboy.
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Milo Goes to College
10:53
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"When I saw you at your open casket
I touched your chest
and was really surprised at how cold it was
It seemed so unnatural
I was one of your pallbearers
we carried your casket, and the sun made it warm
the casket had the warmth that your body no longer had
I thought, this warmth is how I want to remember my buddy
my buddy who I'm always gonna miss
when Alex told me on the phone, I couldn't cry
but later, I could laugh at all the childish ways, of you
its a year later now, and I can't believe that 13 years of you
is all I'm gonna get, of my friend."
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March comes around and I'm feeling sad from being lonely and feeling so bad that I wanna take those ugly feelings and shove them down my throat, but i couldn't do it.
I was afraid.
a few months pass and I'm feeling better, playing some games with my new friends, and I get a call from my best friend, he's feeling nervous and feeling sad, and I, I ask him why.
He says he's got something to say, and asks me if I got a minute, and so I step outside the room, and then I ask what's the news, and slowly
he says, that California killed a good friend.
We all put on our different ties, and hid away our different lies
and we all gathered into the church to honor someone that was hurt
and people were feeling so guilty, I know I was feeling shitty.
they gave us white gloves for our dear friend, to carry his grey box to his final bed.
and there he was, right next to a marked up tree.
and I went home, thinking that California killed my good friend.
two months will turn to two years and eventually more.
and one more good friend passes away.
and I know that everyone will go away, eventually.
but for that small amount of time
I thought things would stay the same
and that's what really hurts
and that's what really killed him.
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"Hiney Hiney Heah, Motherfuckas!"
-Brendan Hampsten
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Post Elvis San Marcos, Texas
Welcome to Post Elvis, Enjoy!
Originally from San Diego,
CA.
currently living in San Marcos, Texas
Background photo by Ahmad Dixon.
Profile Pic by Ava Anderson.
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