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Big Bang
02:45
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Push, I’m gonna push you right out. Take, you’re taking more than allowed. You talk, but you only talk at me. Breathe deep, since you took mine away. Big Bang, put it behind you. Big Bang, push it on out. Play, you play a beautiful victim. You bleed, but the wound’s self inflicted. You Love me, but your love is a shotgun. You shoot me and tell me how much it hurts. Big Bang, put it behind you. Big Bang, push it on out. Big Bang, it’s all about winning. Big Bang, is it the end or beginning?
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Superreactor
04:29
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The nightwatch commander was visibly shaken, I knew it was bad. He said the superreactor’s in imminent danger of total collapse. We followed the protocol written on a bathroom wall just outside of Flint, Michigan. It said follow your heart to the end. I was driving a freighter from Utah to Vegas when the sky went black. In perfect formation, I stared in amazement as they blew past. Screeching of metal as I tore through the guardrail and away from the earth I remember the words. Floor your heart to the end. I’ve loved you for ages you beautiful strangers but you make me cry. So give me your pain, drop me off the next station cuz soon I will die. And covered in blood through the snow and the mud I made my way to a bathroom stall up in Flint. And wrote follow your heart to the end.
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Green Eyes
05:05
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Is this love? Or is it just feeling? A complex chemical reaction? Is it a sun, or thermodynamics? Just the nature of matter when it’s superheated? Is it a mind? Or just my perception? The result of time and billions of atoms. I was working on a heist when everything went sideways. Seems crazy looking back but hubris always was the death of me. Well I found myself among the wolves my neck exposed and I waited for them to take me. But I woke up in the sunlight, your green eyes turning my eyes blue. You said time waits for no one but I will wait for you. Is it a life? Or subjective experience? Just the way we interpret information? Is it meaning? Or just a new story? Created from what? Probably nothing, I guess it just happens. Is this love? Is that even worth asking? Just another thing we all choose instead of heaven? You said time waits for no one but I will wait for you.
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Lilly Says
05:08
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I saw UFO’s from the back of an El Camino in a central Californian town. I was halfway through a bottle of drugstore tequila. Cantando canciones de Selina. My father was no loyal man to Jesus, but Maria sent him on his knees. Like when Lilith left her home in Eden
and traded her security for a little taste of freedom. Lilly’s gonna come home. Lilly’s gonna come home soon. I been runnin schemes workin for the man behind the scene. And I see that he don’t practice what he preach. And the one I love is the only one who could escape him.
She left a wake of bone and flame now she’s a soldier in the WPK. Lilly’s gonna come home. Lilly’s gonna come home soon. It is only by Her ineffable judgement we are granted the opportunity to transcend liminal space as she once did Eden with flaming sword in hand for we are not made in the image of Him but in the image of her own desire and what She desires most is Her own impeccable Will to remain intact and free of the infantile whims of His own self importance.
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All Hands
04:46
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What you gonna do kid when someone kills the lights? Will you lay down quietly, surrender gently to the night? The ship has come unstable. It’s breaking up mid-flight. The screws have all come loose, the sticks no use, it’s just your time. Well that don’t sound like you kid. It aint the way you go out. So grab it by the hands, grab it by the hands, grab it by the hands. I’m just another hungry ghost. This haunted couch has grown cold. And the smell of you still clings onto every corner of the house. Well don’t say goodbye cuz baby that’s not your style. You promised her you’d let the city burn long before you let her down. So grab her by the hands, grab her by the hands, grab her by the hands.
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Going Home
03:37
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I don’t carry no weight don’t know nothin’ bout sin. I wanna go out just like I came in. Take and covered in kitty juice, screaming at the top of my lungs so the dogs know to let me through. Home. When I go home, don’t feel sad. Home, when I go home, don’t feel sad. Cuz I’m coming right back. I been beaten. I been burned. My eyes eaten by the birds. I been hanged by the neck from so many trees they named a thousand species after me. It’s called a ficus. I’m glutton for the punishment a drinker of love. A volunteer target for the firing squad. I’d walk a thousand miles over broken glass for a single love song, a bottle, and a soft pair of lips. Home. When I go home, don’t feel sad. Home, when I go home, don’t feel sad. Cuz I’m coming right back.
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Plague Champagne
06:28
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Where are you going my bouncy little spoon? The pack of wolves have hunkered down and you should hunker too. Where are you going my bouncy little spoon? Wild cats been coming round and shitting in your shoes. Where are you going my bouncy little spoon? Angel hair and gummy bears and slowly healing wounds. Where are you going my bouncy little spoon? Breaking shelves and you hurt yourself and I will be there soon.
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Coming Awake
03:19
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She’s coming awake. Expanding outward. I hear the body sounds of a heart growing in power. Remember the taste of a new beginning? Like the smell of a new friend’s house when someone is cooking. And I will see this through. Cuz if you stop now everyone loses. It was worth love out of the gate. If you stop now why even begin it? The more it hurts, man, the better it tastes. She is a god. She towers above me. I am the passenger and the driver, her personal taxi. I am an artist and you are my model. And we will paint the world with love, cuz that’s what I offer. And I will see this through. Cuz if you stop now everyone loses. It was worth love out of the gate. If you stop now why even begin it? The more it hurts, man, the better it tastes.
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Culpepper Portland, Oregon
Culpepper is an indie/psych rock band from Portland, Oregon. Members include Paul Leslie Culp, Dana Lacono, Matthew Daniels, and Maxx Culp.
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