1. |
Satan Explains
03:04
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I listen close
While Satan explains
He tells me I've got decades to wait
Until he stops haunting me
But I keep my cool
Beside the dark priest
It's easier than you would think
Well, he just wants to get down
in your little town
for as long as he can.
So just try to ignore
when your neighbors drop dead
and you see his grin
in the folds of your bed
Well, he's where you'd like to be,
atop that golden tree,
drink the blood of the lamb.
And forever more
his lovers supply
a witty retort
to our ancient cry
Well, he just wants to get down
on your grave right now
and for as long as he can
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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2. |
Your Book
01:52
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We met down by the dealership
And she shot me full of holes.
I guess that she detected
That my feet got cold
So, why should I get any mention in your book?
Maybe that's the problem
I don't blow enough smoke
I never cared for feature films
And almost any kind of joke
So, why should I get any mention in your book?
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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3. |
Manipulation Blues
03:20
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You feel me coming
around the bend
You're feeling nervous about your new best friend
And now we're talking
just like before
no added value
that you can't afford
Why don't we get on quite like we used to?
Say, what's the problem now anyway?
It's just that pesky disease
Accelerating you and me
It's them old manipulation blues
It's them old manipulation blues
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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4. |
The Freak
02:52
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After school
The Freaks come home
and they watch their phones, just like me
Non-discreet and fumbling
Oh, they go tumbling towards their sheets
With no words exchanged
They just play their game
Oh, but look, the pot just called you black
Absentees, come hear this song
There's nothing new to what you want
Vanity cuts through your plans
You won't make friends with these demands
With no words exchanged
They just play their game
Oh, but look, the pot just called you black
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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5. |
Webcam
02:53
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I wake up and roll over
Put my feet on the ground
And I try to turn this frown upside down
Your face looks different
But your form is the same
and all of the facts start to blur now, anyway
Your webcam is breaking up
"Maybe the wires are unplugged"
That's a great point, I should get mine checked out.
It ain't a mystery
I'm a shallow guy
Hoping to make it big on my charming smile
But you never correct me
You just love to distract
Available at all times for a weight of my back
Your webcam is breaking up
"Maybe the wires are unplugged"
That's a great point, I should get mine checked out.
Keegan Farara, 2016
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6. |
Sad Bastard
03:56
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You're only good at music if you really can't play
You've got the right t-shirt, but nothin' to say
And in fifteen years, you'll be workin' late
Hopin' Daddy covers all of your due dates
Another boy genius, lost to the scene
A prophet of convictions and reality
The diluted came in droves to his dreams of fame
And then back-peddled over to the penny arcade.
You sad bastard.
What are you gonna do?
Just keep singing
Like it's the only thing you know how to do.
Convoluted logic and a Spotify account
Looking for communion in hymnals of doubt
Make your killings under cover of the dark, dark night
And then flick through your corpses by red morning light
A scrawl of innervisions on your conduit
Little ego facing backwards, it's expertly lit
Banal and withholding are your claims to fame
And if you ask him politely, he'll gladly exclaim:
"I'm a sad bastard.
But what am I gonna do?"
Just keeping singin'
Like it's the thing you know how to do
- Keegan Farara, 2017
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7. |
Play Rabbit
03:20
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Begging for approval is just what I do
So, tie me up and drag me to the dance.
I shuffle to the sound of that familiar groove
and roll my eyes and dig for cigarettes.
A cat call out on the dance floor
And we go play rabbit in the woods
Like we should
Like we were born to do
Shelter from the strobe light is what I could use
while everybody lines up for the slide.
So cha-cha-cha, my darling. Show me the truth
that I should keep on smiling all the time
Forget old Dostoyevsky
And forget the greater good
Like we should
Like we were born to do
She gets closer
To my plastered skin
And we’re pressed up against the tree trunks
Miles and miles from that old cliche
of homecoming day
like we were born to do.
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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8. |
Speedboat
02:04
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Picking up your lover in a speedboat
That can't be cheap
Tanqueray and caviar, port-side
Basic human needs
And the man wants blood
But the lady is comfortable
Isn't that the goal?
Logically, we come upon them fucking
Like a couple of teens
Noisy and offensive to the adults
In room 23
And the lass wants blood
But the boy, he is comfortable
Isn't that the goal?
- Keegan Farara, 2016
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