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Odds and Ends

by Pile

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1.
Morning comes with birds and kids talking to themselves For some reason And wrists can vibrate at a comfortable rate To get you to sleep or keep you from it He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace And if he wears it right he just might have A leg up on everyone, but it’d feel so good They’d all watch him tie those gold laces And they become things he can’t stop tying Becoming grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap And holding the ropes that he’d been thrust upon He can’t get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real Just knows the crunch of his new boots crushes all special snowflake Choke the evil out Smoke the evil out Stroke the evil out Choke the evil out It’s satisfied by removing chunks of dead skin It turns it on the same way It couldn’t keep a straight face staring at it, it turns it on With that mirror you force yourself to stare And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb So special for a minute, though. He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face And if he wears it right he just might have To keep that leg up on everyone Because it feels so good They’d all watch him tie those gold laces And they become things he can’t stop tying Gratefully bitter for that old handicap And gripping the ropes that he holds himself on Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real Just knows the crunch of those old boots keeps him a special snowflake
2.
Dreams of wearing Mother’s pearls With her bright red lipstick on Chest out like a proud son Everything covered in form A strangled lust was thrown To float into death alone. You miss the things that turn you pink But those acts can’t be touched And neither can you Nor speak it straight A shriek that ran out of gas prompts yawns that you try and hide Why wait for death When you can achieve senility I love you so much but I just might run out It all means so much but it never matters enough.
3.
Keep the last light on Maybe he’ll come home soon He had such bravado and now he’s sustained by a tube Such a masculine model One for god to rip through Mourning the loss of someone who’s still there Or that’s what you want to know If he’s just changed shapes or lives in the air And if he’s okay with letting go It’s a tough act to follow Trying to gracefully lose
4.
Cup 04:28
No more nightmares of pornography Just staying awake in plastic sheets Your hair is drenched in your fever And stewing in a zip lock bag Show me the blade that’s bigger than my chest And I don’t need from where you drink from I’ve got dreams in my pocket and a couple in my hand And I hurl them swifter than curses I am not as lonely when there’s no one around Your wife was born without lips And you were so in love You only discovered it last week But I have some makeup you can borrow You can come over and we can both Try to stuff those teeth back in our heads Where you can’t stay I am only lonely whenever you’re around
5.
Pigeon Song 04:09
It sits only in places it never should Try and move it through better but it wouldn’t do much good Took off as graceful as a wounded bird It looks and does some of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard It sells all stories out of a brown paper bag I tried to trade one for bread Got a story free instead
6.
I’m bored of all I can afford It’s the other person’s fault It’s mine, it’s yours It’s a failure we’ve endorsed And I’m the sinner. And I’m One more Hour to ignore It could be the same day Out in space, I lost my place Now I’m afraid of home
7.
Scissors 05:09
Made it with a wall And followed by a burp Of medication that’s to treat my skins worms You can force yourself to eat When you have had enough You can turn trash into things That you can learn to love How do you turn this thing off? And why is it wearing those clothes? Thanks for the scissors That I haven’t used I thought you were Moses But I got confused Why am I north of you? Sigh on my boring tooth Lie, it’d be nice of you I think I’m trying too hard Soap and water On your daughter To get her as clean as she was At the time you bought her Before you caught her Swimming in oil and fuzz Stop picking at it It’ll never heal Stroked it till the pus came out wrong Scarred as you came Spread out thinly on A carpet made of hair Talking with everyone but no one’s actually there
8.
Whistle 01:45
It’s like they were vampires It’s like they don’t have a soul It’s strange, their way of letting you know It’s like they’re poorly evolved Like an ignorant, stubborn child And they’re invasive ways are coming into their own You signed up and now weep in line What was all good you have blown And you need someone to carry your load You go find a way To go out and start a war I know I used to say when and now I say what for Breaking bones like it was my goal The hand I hold is my own And how I’d love to carry your load
9.
Big Web 04:11
Suffered the old ones To buffer the new And set up some glass walls That we can crawl through Paid tribute to old skin All tried and true But lied Stuck to the ceiling After sleeping in glue I tried to come down But my jaw hurts to chew My eyes fell out They’re right next to you Are those mine? I thought that I should ask I stare up at you and wonder how I could ever live inside Only to crawl up into your womb That I manipulate for a modern life Let’s take off all our clothes and all of our names I’m sick of being scared of being sick All of my files were fucked and confused And they already made me cut off my dick I think I fucked myself It might have fucked you too Is that alright?

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A collection of songs from 2010-2017 that were either on EPs, compilations, or just omitted from other records for one reason or another.

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released September 7, 2018

All tracks mastered by Carl Saff. Artwork by Nicole Rifkin. Click each track for its credits.

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