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Stillbust - Pile o'knives

by Matt Records

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1.
Nothing says holiday like a pillow in the back window ( A surreal conversation between a man in a suit and a dog) 03:06
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Man: i’ve found that holidays distract me from my work. So i bought my wife a whore. He works the magic while i watch my margins rise. I really couldn’t thank him more. Dog: I’m not in pain i’m just excited to breath i just can’t see what you are struggling for. Your sharp suits only an illusion of power, not a symbol of more. Man: If i could turn myself, into the perfect form, i would just fuck myself, and wish for nothing more.
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It's fine. He's seen us before (If you are a douchebag we will probably use you as material for a song) 03:14
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You’re free to leave if we’re wasting your time I’ve played to floorboards that have had more conviction The more you quit the more the feet become shadows Before they fade away for good. Put in the effort and they won’t forget, the energy, beauty, the passion the sweat. An empty room can speak a thousand words more than a selfish cunt holding an open purse. Impress a person and they’ll tell another but anger them and they’ll tell twenty more. If you’ve got the time can i pick your brains for a minute? i swear i’ll pay more than a penny for your thoughts. what were you thinking sir, that day you cocked your leg and pissed on all your peers. You’re free to behave as you see fit, just don’t be surprised if people think you’re a prick. Material should be a reference point and a looking glass into your heart and soul. I’ve heard that experience is learning, that the ears are the canvas of growth, but its so hard to learn from this method cos its painted in black paint on black.
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Try not to take a picture ( A tale of a future in which nothing is written down) 04:06
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All that we seek to do Is to verify that we were here (verify that we were here) We expect our modern charms To trap our moral lows From the very moment that we enter the world Our bodies become documents for others to use Our memories lie, under red lights all wet Making immortal the faces of the people we’ve met When the party is over and they empty the bins They’ll view our civilisation as if from behind a fence The stories told to their children won’t have been from our pens Just an interpretation of a life through a lens Without a written history Our minds eye is shrouded in cement A reality with no substance But that of melted ice Without a sincere gift Have we made any impact? Or have we merely proved That we have existed? We need more time When the party is over and they empty the bins They’ll view our civilisation as if from behind a fence The stories told to their children won’t have been from our pens Just an interpretation of a life through a lens
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Anti-theist (God is a cunt. No seriously. Read the bible) 04:21
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We’ll choose a few to be exaulted and leave the vast majority to wallow in their ignorance, then punish them for not believing although they won’t have had a way to see me or my pulpit whores and cassocked pimps. If ever god would speak to me i’d turn away, as my extent to suffer fools has drawn a line. I’d rather lose eternity and just decay, having washed my hands of all the filth that he conveys.

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released January 9, 2011

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