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Smoke Quotes
01:43
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My scent is weekend
Last gasp increases
No longer standing
But at least I'm breathing
You can call this a smile
If you want to
Blood out my nostrils
And I'm sorry to have bothered you
I'm made of mistakes
And fumbling molecules
I'm awake
But just tying to follow through
My scent is secret
And I dream of demons
These teeth form whispers
Smoke quotes and reverb
And Im sorry if I sound sad
I'm sorry if I come off as mad all the time
Sorrow is a smoke stack
London fog surrounds my mind
I hate sounding so
Depressed all the time
I am way to nihilist to believe in happiness
While I'm still alive
I'm sure it exists
Well I'm not sure
But it would be nice if it did
Wouldn't that be nice
Wouldn't that be nice
Wouldn't that be nice
Damn, that sounds nice.
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Piss & Kerosene
02:51
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I' m made of stupid ideas
I' m full of piss and kerosene
I'm made of metaphors
but I Don't know what any of them mean
I'm full of shit and beans
My head is swole from all my dreams
each one is attainable
but attainable is not in my vocabulary
I could make a move but I'd never let it form out my mouth
I'm really trying everything is really bugging me now
Interrupted and corrupted when was young from the ground
I'm standing up but its hard to muster up this
I'm made of solid mass
I'm fully clothed laying in the bath
And I hope I don't have to try hard
I'm just splashing around
Years passing my by
I'll try tomorrow
But truth be told, I kinda hope I die.
I could make a move but I'd never let it form out my mouth
I'm really trying everything is really bugging me now
Interrupted and corrupted when was young from the ground
I'm standing up but its hard to muster up this
I'm barely making it
faking it while I stand here
these canned conversations
that I cant conceive
without my mind clear
Your minds eye
It's more minds ear
You are more fine
than I
And yet more molitovs
than mirrors
And this is
motion sicknesses
throwing up is limitless
the motive is to float
but it seems so dismissive
I'm talking grabby by the throat
greasy white guys with fake gang signs
Struggle never real
An apostrophe in the hang time
I'm getting lieu hours
painting abstract ponies with kids
your playing video games
and assuming this is it
You keep eluding to a quiet life
while violently lying about it
assuming you are so nice
but mostly
you are just crying out
I could make a move but I'd never let it form out my mouth
I'm really trying everything is really bugging me now
Interrupted and corrupted when was young from the ground
I'm standing up but its hard to muster up this sound
This specific sound.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
And I could make a move but I'd never let it form out my mouth
I'm really trying everything is really bugging me now
Interrupted and corrupted when was young from the ground
I'm standing up but its hard to muster up these sounds.
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3. |
Summer Fall
01:58
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4. |
Windows
01:42
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Step into the party I look so fly
Look at me, look at me
I'm a cool guy
I got a sick leather jacket
and I chain smoke
and I'm hanging out with every single one of the cool folks
Who is this?
Who the fuck is that?
That's a bad mother fucker
and he doesn't take shit.
He walks so cool and talks so slow
oh wait, that's just my reflection in the window.
Windows
I'm looking right through myself
Windows
I'm looking right through myself
Hanging in my room pretending I'm a bird
Just flapping around
and feeding my young
You know I'm eating up worms
and barfing them in
to the little baby birds mouths
And then I fly so high
I fly so high
and then I crash into a window and then I die
Windows
They kill birds
Windows
Who's going to raise my baby birds?
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5. |
Sporadicocracy
02:30
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Look at these stars as they crush my head
Old speckled mountains as I lay in bed
These power point presentations threaten my rest
Old broken laptop and my savings is long since dead
I better give up now
or get
I am better off alive
Although I am constant unrest
I am begging for your Disney plus passwords
As I criticize capitalism
I am calling in every single favour as I
Scribble down my magnum opus
I am toast
I am done
I am hopelessly trying my own patience
On non-existent rhyme schemes
and poorly constructed metaphors
Better place me
in a fish tank
so people can see me
trapped in an idea
doing the same thing forever
I want freedom of expression
and some money
I don't want to give people what they want
I tried, so I stopped being funny
and just got weird and eccentric
I depressed on a good day
I am filled with lackluster life lessons
I am not planned ahead
I am not dead
I am still here
I am breakfast
I am with bread
I am spread to thin
I am butter on bread
I utter, utter nonsense
under my breath
take the last
Make it last long
I'm here as luxury
Its just pure exuberance
My time is spent unefficiently
my hours are unsuccessful
and my music is mimicked imagery
I will devour my own words
and give up on the worth of ever having a chorus
Routine is a good thing
for you mental health
but being sporadic
is just so much more fun.
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Devin Bateson Hamilton, Ontario
Devin Bateson is a musician, comedian and artist, from Hamilton, Ontario. His music has been described as “Spoken word over dusty samples”.
and "neat".
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