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Up the Gospel
03:38
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Up the Gospel please
Bring me something good
Something free
From my neighborhood
All I need
Is something I can't scare
Put that there
Everyone I know has a Porsche for their cat
I want that shit, I want that
Even when I'm older, I won't loathe what I lack
What someone else could have
Up the Gospel please
Not just one great truth
More than me in my Waterloo
All I need
Is something I can't scare
Put that there
Everyone I know has a Porsche for their cat
I want that shit, I want that
Even when I'm older, I won't loathe what I lack
What someone else could have
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2. |
Can of Dried Blue Worms
02:30
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I gotta fiddle with it
I gotta see if my heart fits inside of a breadbox
I gotta fuck with it
I gotta put up a target in front of the pulpit
Mmmm, tasty mania
I gotta fiddle with it
I gotta see if my heart fits inside of a breadbox
I gotta fuck with it
I gotta put up a target in front of the pulpit
I can't take a compliment or criticism
I can't read my citations
I can't take any of it back
To me it all looks like a tabloid
To me it all looks like a tabloid, like
Mmmm, tasty mania
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3. |
Melvin
03:47
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Fate ain't easy to defy
And those like Melvin seldom dying before their time
Say "don't be straight!
Get out of line
Trip up the anthems
Concrete bush, grimace a big smile
And tell me how you feel this time"
Get nervous when I get nervous I get real nervous when I chime in
With the sun tattooed into my eyes
In a vaguely all familiar pink and green and blinking voided tune,
Phosphorus fever pitches bleeding, shrinking into you
Get nervous when I get nervous I get real nervous when I chime in
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4. |
Statue Says
02:54
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Miles inside of the kid's head
A pagan statue sends to death a guru
For talk of modern cliches and ancient risque
Like "hide your bodies, naked apes
Let no love escape your name
Simple little putty brain
Only leaves with what it came"
Death blows a bubble just like you
Something something constellation under filthy sky
Looking down on Muddy Earther's flaccid lullabies
Sing "Hide your bodies, naked apes
Wrap it up in cellophane
Simple little putty brain
Only leaves with what it came"
Death blows a bubble just like you
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5. |
Mercurybird
03:17
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6. |
Key Knife
03:01
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Said sun-soaked Avalon,
"Will I still see you in dreams?"
Should the soil give way, I'll happily slip into the sea
In each modern cliche
I just wish I knew
Would take me a million words to say
I don't believe in you
Well if life's so fair
How come I'm over here and you're over there?
You said it's out of season
We're always changing direction
Well I'm not sure I can help you there
But this was never our intention
Well if life's so fair
How come I'm over here and you're over there?
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7. |
Water Street
04:32
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Some silent voice I've heard forever
Some bleeding mirror in your mind
Guess I'm just waiting for the day when I
Leave my body from inside
Oh you've gone too far now
No you cannot live in hell
Oh you've got to fight it
No you cannot live in hell
I don't need your
If we shed bare our skin
We never can turn back again
Oh well
My world is a living thing
Somehow I never knew
Away from you
If we fall down it's alright
We'll just try to stand up again
We'll just try to stand up again
Contrapposto, it's alright
We'll just try to stand up again
We'll just try to stand up again
If we shed bare our skin
We never can turn back again
Oh well
My world is a living thing
Somehow I never knew
Away from you
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8. |
Shadyside
04:57
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Oozing down the drain
I would warn God Herself not to get in the way of our choosing
This love out of instinct
So play me another song from the future, baby
Another psalm of the instinct lately
That would abate me
You'll see us running out there
Watching it all burn down
You'll see us running out there
You'll see us all feeling catatonic, overwrought,
Apparently off the wall enough to fall for you
Feeling catatonic, overwrought,
Apparently off the wall enough to fall for you
Undream everything
If you're bored now, stop waiting to be part of the cliches you're enduring
Instinct to instinct
And play me another song from the future, baby
Another psalm of the instinct lately
That would abate me
You'll see us running out there
Watching it all burn down
You'll see us running out there
You'll see us all feeling catatonic, overwrought,
Apparently off the wall enough to fall for you
Feeling catatonic, overwrought,
Apparently off the wall enough to fall for you
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9. |
Basil's Talisman
09:20
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For the First Time I Saw a Light
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10. |
Sixtyfour Houses
11:21
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Insensitive, self-centered
You've watched me become
Impossible to handle
You've watched me become
Adrift amongst the filth and bile
You've watched me become
A saltwater crocodile
You've watched me become
Lately I've been feeling like a rat
Unconcerned with all the mice
And their constant anxieties
And lately I've been feeling like a rat
Unconcerned with all the mice
And their endless little economies
Insensitive, self-centered
You've watched me become
A Budweiser commercial
You've watched me become
A callous contradiction
You've watched me become
An astounding work of fiction
You've watched me become
Lately I've been feeling like a rat
Unconcerned with all the mice
And their constant anxieties
And lately I've been feeling like a rat
Unconcerned with all the mice
And their repetitive autobiographies
Up the Gospel please
Bring me something good
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The Tilt Sarasota, Florida
The Tilt is an experimental pop rock band from Southwest Florida with an ever-expanding style and palette. The quartet's flexible sound encompasses everything from jazz and funk, to punk and hardcore, to pop, dance, and more. The Tilt released their debut album, Up the Gospel, on August 5th, 2022, followed by their sophomore album, It Was Supposed to Be Heaven, on June 9, 2023. ... more
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