1. |
mango's intro
01:56
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i think standard tuning, capo 1, 2, 3, 4, 5?
*mango meows*
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2. |
cat tastrophy
02:26
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am i silly, am i sad? for wanting more than what i have
still i miss it, living on the edge
never knowing which blow to expect next
now i sit reading a script that isn’t there
how i long for a catastrophe i can handle
(big belch)
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3. |
1.26
01:34
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4. |
interludo
01:25
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5. |
when will i
01:38
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where will i work, where will i find self worth?
where will i work, where will i find self worth?
where...or...maybe when?
when will i thrive? feel alive?
when will i die? when will i let out my last cry?
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6. |
new novel
04:10
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it’s so strange to not have that cloud of fear at every foot fall
i feel my head is clear, i’ve gone and smoked it up
it makes a difference, see, to feel safe at home
not that i want to be anywhere else at all
oh what a change i feel that i have opened up a whole chapter to a whole new novel
i am the same, i am missing, i am playing games hoping to stay alive
and i want this time to go right, yes, i want this time to go right
isn’t it funny how you finally made it out and now you’re stressed about things that you...i dont know what fucking rhymes...fuck....things that you manage now?
*whisper screams till he realizes he should just drop the octave*
with a happy heart, with someplace to call your own
these four walls, a warmth in the halls
what a mighty change this has done for me i cant exactly see
yes im a microscropic view of everything and i dont wanna zoom out and see how this could be for fear of losing out
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7. |
contractually
01:23
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wanting to make things all better and all cozy and unified and cuddle somehow, not knowing how
the world will continue to be fucked and that’s guaranteed
we just gotta care for ourselves long enough to survive it
holding too much responsibility for others, i think functioning wouldn’t be like this
im a contracted individual here, i will do what im paid to do, i will do what i aim to do
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8. |
feel it out
00:41
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slow it down, think it out
be rational, you’re exhausted
feel it out, sing it out
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9. |
hisonesty
01:05
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i hated waiting for approval that never came
you’re so full of it, get your head out of the game
would it be better if i lied? would that help you sleep at night?
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10. |
honk if ur scared
02:29
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it’s silly in a sense
why do i do this?
still trying my best
end up screaming will you let me in?
can’t run away from this, few days it’s coming
i dont wanna go, can i stay here?
put me in the traffic cars outside instead
honk at someone, watch the sunset
still feel alone, no matter what you said
*cat enters the room*
miss mango miss mango is here
miss sweetheart, dont disappear
(you gonna work the pedals mango?)
*begins making biscuits on carpet*
(percussion by mango)
still here, still here
still fear, still fear
my dear, my dear
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11. |
nebulous mist
02:47
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faggy foggy nebulous mist
i don’t wanna be another bullet in your loneliness list
faggy foggy fabulous bliss is where i exist, keep the whimsy in advance
i don’t wanna be another bullet in your loneliness list
faggy fabulous wonderful times singing all the rhymes, that’s what i want, not clarity, not verbalized what you feel inside
so im not guessing?
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12. |
two bus tango
03:14
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the two bus tango
the two bus tango
they call it the two bus tango
the two bus tango
how far will i go
how much will i sell myself
just to get some attention please
just a bit more than i’ve been experiencing
and what oh what
must i do to
feel like a whole person
am i not relevant
dont know where i landed
maybe i’ll start to dip
call a two bus tango
call a two bus tango
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13. |
when im like this
02:35
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soon as i hang up it sinks in again
the crushing weight of this loneliness
do i need someone here at all times just to feel kind of fine?
here it comes it comes again, knowing we should just stay friends
but don’t hang up the phone, don’t go
i need someone here, can’t be alone
i am filled with fear and disgust about what i have done to myself
i cannot go out or eat
i won’t shower or wash my feet
i don’t want to see anybody when I’m like this
when I’m like this, when I’m like this,
why am i like this
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14. |
homolono
13:11
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15. |
idk
02:39
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queer choir Boston, Massachusetts
writing as i play, playing as i write. strums the strums and hums the hums.
they/he
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