1. |
Nice Machines (Part I)
01:29
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Hey, keep your penis clean
It was a nice machine
You were an artist for the thrill of it all
But good dreams never seem to evolve
Hey, keep your penis clean
It was a nice machine
You were an artist
Hey Mr. Elvis Presley why to do you
Continue to insult
My ever-depleting intelligence
Hey, keep your penis clean
It was a nice machine
You were an artist for the thrill of it all
But good dreams never seem to evolve
Hey, keep your penis clean
It was a nice machine
You were an artist
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2. |
Nice Machines (Part II)
02:23
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...because it's so serene.
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3. |
Your Never-Ending Joke
03:45
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Adult is another name for pornography
Look at me, I’m silly
I remember all of this in every way
Every detail like it was yesterday
If you want unjudgmental love
Then get a pet
I remember when I couldn’t read the writing
In a Peanut’s comic strip
Isn’t it amazing how you remember
Every single telephone number
That you’ve ever encountered
Always end the conversation with
Don’t tell him I called
I’m appalled
Just like a racist joke that uses three nationalities
We’re all very good poets
We’re all in great pain
It’s not my business when you’re pleasant
Sadness refrain
Kill the joke
There’s no hope for you
You’re my authority figure now
You’re my celebrity figure now
You’re my authority figure now
Do you believe in love?
Do you have faith?
Even if you don’t
Doesn’t mean I can’t escape
Rape
Hey it’s not legal yet but I’m sure
They’ll make a trading card about it
As the evening sitcoms tackle hard-hitting issues
Satirical miracle
Here’s your satirical miracle
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4. |
He Wanna
04:54
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You never let me have one
Said I wouldn’t take care of it
You never let me have my own way
You never let me have my own way
Have my own way
You never let me have my own way
What we wanna, he wanna, I wanna, he wanna
But you never let me have one
Said I wouldn’t take care of it
But I proved you all wrong; I have it
You never let me have my own way
You never let me have my own way
Have my own way
You never let me have my own way.
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So still the sickness it stays
It’s a long, long way to the opera
At the pit of my stomach
Smoldering meat that remains all raw
Through the round-rim glasses at the bottom of
The ocean.
Come Santa take one on your knee
Take another on the side of your jaw
I might like to watch you bleed
And let the glaciers of missions thaw
I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach
It won’t go away, then I see her thigh
Whenever I get to start forgetting
I’m always reminded anyway
And then I get the urge
If I want a bit of pleasure
Then I must endure the surge
Of boredom to come afterwards.
Sacrifice. No one hassles without the
slightest motion.
Notions I’m unaware of. The insects.
Don’t make fun of me
And don’t make light of this
I don’t want to take the risk
Coming over me like a sleepy mist
From the ocean. The mellowness mixed with bile
Still produces a smile of unfailing devotion
Can a man cry and love another man
Rule until we die. What are you saying?
He tried his best. He was a friend.
I have some more. Let it wash over.
I don’t have anymore.
Don’t make fun of me and don’t make light of this
I feel let down. I wear a frown.
I sleep with my head under the covers
I get uptight. Girl that I like.
Butterflies in my gut. Go to the washroom.
Never hung out or went around
Yet I make plans for the future
I learned today about a guy.
He can’t walk proud. It’s his street too.
Girl in my eye. She don’t like me.
I wish that I was in a cheap movie.
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6. |
Lovely
03:27
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He hits with a hard hammer
Animal crackers
I wanted this one to work.
But I’m here
Not of my own will
It was a big quilt
That much I am sure of.
You are ugly
And you are lovely
You are ugly
I had hoped for a stalemate
Instead of a checkmate
Just two stubborn men
Butting heads
You are ugly
And you are lovely
You are ugly
I’ll accept your problems
And you’ll accept my problems
And neither of us will have to
Paint each other into a goddamn corner
You are ugly
And you are lovely
I won’t give in
That would mean that you win
If I give in
That would mean that you win
You win.
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7. |
Poverty
02:49
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A belt of characteristics
It may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
How can I make a difference?
My head is under
My bed is under
This grip of vicious teeth
The corner store down my street
It may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
This stone is dry
My honor is dry
And I want to know why
I want to know just what I’m missing
The lower step near the bedroom creaks
And it may not be much
But it’s all that I’ve got
I lost my wallet (promise me that you will be fair and share)
How in this world can I get money
How in this world can I get lucky
How in this world can I get lucky
A memory washed of all things obscene
A running night’s catch of all things I dream
It’s not much
But it’s all that I’ve got
I
I’ve got a plan
I just need a little support here
A little support here
And you
You’re my only fan
I just need a little support here
You were the only one
I’ve got a plan
And now it’s the only one
You were my only one
I
I’ve got a plan
I’ve got a plan
I’ve got a plan
You, you took no action
You take that back
You take that back
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8. |
Medicine Ball (acoustic)
04:12
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Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all
Maybe I don’t want to grow up free
Maybe I don’t want you to grow up through me
Because there’s much more than ghosts in my head
Making me sick to my stomach
Making my face turn blood red
Telling me all that I wasn’t
I’m in awe
Of this medicine ball
I’m distraught
With this particular cause
It’s in all of us
We are the mannequin dolls
And I’m at odds
With these inherited flaws
Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to lift up this medicine ball
Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean
Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams
Because there’s much more than hope in my head
Making me sick to my stomach
Making my feelings regress
Feeding this all with my silence
I’m in awe
of this medicine ball
I have seen all of this
Somewhere before
I can’t stop these petty insults
I can’t stop these competitive thoughts
Maybe I don’t want to grow up tall
Maybe I don’t want to grow up at all
Maybe I don’t want to grow up clean
Maybe I don’t want to dream these repetitive dreams
I’m at odds with this Medicine ball
I’m at odds with a benevolent God
I’m at odds with these repetitive flaws
You are a doll
You are a mannequin doll
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owenshire Ontario
Owenshire was born when Robert Muhlbock bought a bass guitar in 1992 and began recording dozens of bass and vocal demos
under that name.
Two albums, numerous "live demos," one too-long hiatus and (most importantly) one bass distortion pedal later, Muhlbock continues to release riff-based alt. rock, scattered with lush harmonies and dotted with cryptic and/or disillusioned lyrics.
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