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Night Language

by Molly Shannon, Molly Shannon

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and/or records the best album of all time. Favorite track: Michael's Heaven.
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Alec Burriss love you michael? cant wait to see what you will make next
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Nicole F. "pain or damage don't end the world" Favorite track: Luck.
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eyeless ..still is funny Favorite track: 16-Ton Joke.
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Esteban Hernández This album keeps me great company at difficult times even if I don't really understand what it is about. After all this time I can attest that the 16-Ton Joke is still is funny. Favorite track: 16-Ton Joke.
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buttsy lyrics on sight alone give the weirdest feels, some truly next level private night shit. still pessed mike broke my fucking kaoss though... for the permanent record, xrispy and pozarskie were doing cool shit way before all these new fucks Favorite track: Crystal Meth House.
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1.
Is there a god in LEO? Pretend for me, friend or I’m gonna, A shapeless, a real gotta dress up for this job A golden in-state-call-to-the-girl-with-her-lights-on god? Pretend for me, friend or I’m gonna, I’ll wrestle your life out. (And, all this common prayer And, all these little guts)
2.
So, now the Pike kids and their brothers Have a place to sue the man Leonard Cohen was the matchman But, Sir Francis was the can. And, often enough it occurs that there can be A spot without a place But, real city and the dinosaurs Letter #1 was all on taste. Oh, dear Jesus and your captain I guess I only want to drive But, the streets they never go nowhere And, I guess we all know why- In a horrible crash it dies Forever and equal all your love… Look reek, books. Get a head on the shelf- Bet the grain for meat. But, runny guns and subtle plans let take the ghoul full away Like no one but the best friend of the beat. I know no one Don’t ask me. I know no one Don’t ask me. Like little bins of suffering In the casket, Let little beams in of the suffering. Can’t get stuck. Don’t escape. I don’t know no one Ask me.
3.
Long Kesh 02:55
I’m going home I’m gonna fuck myself to sleep I don’t get too far I’m going out I’m gonna get my head sweet I don’t get too far I’m going home, I’m gonna dress up like a queen I don’t get too far Mom and dad, don’t worry, this ain't ’83 so Don’t get too far You gotta get yourself good, You gotta get yourself good. Thinking that you’ve seen the country And the people reading On The Road Your brother came back From disaster- he done all he could. I pray there’s always someone near Or far for you to keep in prayer Oh, my god I think I love you What a perfect world. You gotta get yourself good, You gotta get yourself good. My hands are dumb. My hands are dumb too. I got this good. I got this good, too.
4.
All Y'all 04:03
Oh, Worcester I can’t feel my friends or hands And, it aint ‘cause the Winter or the parking job this time It aint ‘cause we left after someone fought the sight too bad Of the place, and like winners we got caught in the parking lot. Or of scenery sets itself a lot- And, a girl’s drunk driving stick, Or film school is always lame, or I guess I might be stable, cuz. The scenery sets itself a lot- And, a girl’s drunk driving stick And, film school is always lame And, I think I might be stable, cuz. And, all y’all like children And, all y’all like suicide I will stay gone. I will feel it for Christ sake if you don’t change me back into a man. My one landlord’s my stupidest brother. I won’t take from my sack full of hammers. And, all y’all like children And, all y’all like suicide And, all y’all like children And, all y’all like suicide You raise chickens on abandoned farms You like light in the morning and redemptive scars To brave memory of the usual harms, A flaming twat in the eye of Rah. Oh, great giggle I would need you for all of the hope You bring down from Methuselah. Hey baby sink like stone.
5.
Learning to count to five Setting yourself on fire I'm alien skin-suit-fine Becoming obsessed with time Learning to count to nine Setting yourself on fire, again I'm alien skin-suit-fine A kid in pieces on my floor. Learning to count to five Setting yourself on fire again I'm alien-skin-suit-fine Becoming obsessed with something wrong Feel nothing Fool no one still And slowly fuck us up a sunset. It may be long It may be bitter But, long is all you got. It will be coarse and undeniable that you Have missed your shot Feigning winds can only brush across And heavy set your lawn The voice of god only contaminate And, muddle up But, as long as all we get Is pain to get us over Loss and heavy shoulders, A cloak of reticence to heal our heart. As long as all we get, as long as all we get Is pain to get us over loss and heavy shoulders, Lust to fill our holes up, And a cloak of reticence to heal our hearts As long as all we get is pain to get us over: Loss and heavy shoulders, Lust to fill our holes up, The stain of a disorder, A cloak of reticence too, The falling arch of being underwhelmed. Pain to get us over: Loss and heavy shoulders, Lust to fill our holes up, A cloak of reticence too, The stain of a disorder, The only benefactor you can't burn down The only benefactor you can't burn down
6.
Sealed and guarded glass is black. Field of friendlies, no firing back. The final cut in which the sneak of whiskey Can forget or plant a guild of two birds In one stone No one will know. Phone commands you put it down Place beneath's a hollowed zone Delivering the punch-line that the man Can get too comfortabowl. Guild of two birds In one stone no one will know. You can take the knife between us and Make light of it within me, Seal our gut with putty and behind us make the chimney. This old log, lack lust bull Heart beat will go House is shut- Sea of homes No way to tell which one's got bones A billion Saturdays to wash away The thought of laying low a guild of two birds In one stone no one will know. You can take the knife between us and Make light of it within me Seal our gut with putty and behind us make the chimney This old log, lack lust bull Heart beat will go. And, no one will know.
7.
Ash Tree 03:43
And, just on the off chance that There is no patron saint for never finishing a book Then at least you and I will have The undying pity of one another. It takes two seconds to go from Hungry to wondering how much you can get For letting them use your mouth as a birdbath. And, just on the off chance that there is No patron saint for letting them use your mouth as a birdbath… Lame, dumb, penny-hole the only useful head I see On you can take the water out of wine, Can make the rent correct a million times. Lame, dumb, penny-hole, The only useful face I see on you Is crushed beneath the weight Of laughter of a million averted eyes. Fair enough the ostrich is deep and waiting Faithful for the unmanned 'bgaw' Gaining color as a relevant Tayone is gracefully to pass The untrained desire to book it stuck Inside children to eat The envelope is full of peanut butter- Peanut and butter- peanut and butter. And, just on the off chance that there is No patron saint for letting them use your mouth as a birdbath… Lame, dumb, penny-hole, the only useful head I see on you Can take the water out of wine, Can make the rent correct a million times… The only useful face I see on you Is crushed beneath the weight Of laughter of a million averted eyes… And, just on the off chance that There is no patron saint for never finishing a book Then at least you and I will have The undying pity of One another.
8.
I, Queen and Barista I still tummy tuck I live at the Wembley I love to fuck Murder and gold light all but Bones in my and your lover's hair Still in a pill room dancing [At least we Pwn] [At least we Pwn] [At least we Pwn] I, Lady Paula married Your sugar tits cop. I live at the Wembley And, I love to fuck [I love to fuck] Oh, little auger child these are not inside jokes The only place I can't be honest to god I don't care if we live in a crystal meth house that makes crystal meth The only place I can be, honest to god Little auger child these are not inside jokes The only place I can be honest to god I don't care if we live in a crystal meth house that makes crystal meth The only place I can be, honest to god Wanna live with your parents, with you Wanna find us a place to get high Wanna get in a fight in the bathroom Wanna give up, and take your side Wanna cower in fear of their children Wanna tell you I did not but tried Wanna follow the Thorns when they're winning Whoa, it's so meat head. Wanna fill up your car with my money Wanna yell on the phone at the bills Mea Culpa, the end of each day goes Whoa, it's so meat head Wanna stay in the garage where the day-glo ash tray is But successfully hid Wanna find out I loved someone other Wanna come back, and say I want kids Mea Culpa, the end of each day goes Whoa, it's so meat head.
9.
16-Ton Joke 04:46
A lot of y’all live at the college A lot of y’all live at the CD And, you love your pup And call your pup your Sawyer. We tall call y’all our southern pups In a continental tug. Oh, so stare at it son And, it’ll all come clear so. A dot com freak song on the ready And thefallout as the excitement flies I still love to fuck In spite all of these bi-laws. And, still a lot of y’all live at the college A lot of y’all live at the CD And, you love your pup And call your pup your Sawyer Edoloco but, budge… A lot of y’all start a feather circle Or changed the lock to fit miracle But, drowning silly has got y’all keyed ‘Cause the 16 ton joke still, still is funny. And, all from the womb of ‘I’ll say something’ And, all from the womb of ‘show me your pay stub’. Just stared at it son and it’ll all come clean Just start it son, stare at it son ‘n tall come easy. But, all y’all start a feather circle And change the locks to fit miracle Now drowning silly has got you keyed ‘Cause the 16 ton joke still, still is funny. Edoloco but, budge… What a tea leaf can tell You have etched in your hand A delightfully right And misspelled appointment And if you live on in vain Like a grocery store clerk I will act like we Never went out. But, if you die in a fire I will take home your shirt And I will try and not be mad And, I will fake-forfeit. And, if you drown in your vomit You will make your mother sad But, I will climb up your house And put bees in a cup.
10.
Luck 02:44
Letter to unintuitive get Better mom or kill your kid: They say we know where All the coke comes from. And, if they say that it is possible then, what Of course it might. But, all of course that leads to Mountains full gadgets , space, and laugh And, you laugh, and you laugh… You went out to get your luck In the old flat But, the Still won’t come in. You went out to get your luck, In the old flat But, the Still won’t come in. You went out to get your luck. A little Luck. [Beer pong- like crazy! One more- like crazy! BMO! Like crazy! Come on, one more- like crazy Somewhere, like crazy. Someone, like crazy.]
11.
Pine Barrens 04:11
The dark can't see in a monster Or a little girl see in the cult stuff of war Or a man can see in a disaster No, the dark can't see in a monster so far And let you see- God, what's stupid? I'd guess art walks. You just say that I get your hard work right? You guess "humans", then you just lay there. Oh, god. What's stupid? And, I don't know what's Tossed salad got worth it now. Ray Liotta steals your soul and Lena Dunham pays the toll. Because the Autobahn's a goal This sucks. Grab hold a tail within a bone. Peel grapes, tell them it's a joke. 'Cause a grape's got skin and you do This sucks. Hate role play, and pretend you don't In case they don't, and that's the joke. Withhold a smile to provoke. Oh, this sucks. Wail enough to hear a soul Answer your call within the dull State of wherever you call "This sucks". Because a grape's got skin and you do this sucks. Because a grape's got skin and you do this sucks.
12.
Body King 05:10
If you would let him in then you already have The devil whose home is in faking and trying. A feeling of peace in a puddle of crud Where even the fear that you cannot be better is read One thing so hard: There is justice in the lonelinesses of the livid and mean One thing’s too hard: There is kindness in the uglinesses of the reviled and seen If you would let him in then you already have Disciple of eating and drinking forever. Twenty paces or nothing- it’s never enough. Belong to the Earth, and tell me all that you love. Lay prostrate in the overmuch air flowing up and bent Hoquiam on my knees Go crazy and kill yourself for bread and folly A crow family I’m on my knee One day for me you’ll grow a stub, a silicone weight Bay for me a tiny ear That grey goat in the overgrowth on a planet flatly Bay for me a tiny ear. You said that if we made it this far we would finally fear Tomorrow everything, or at least day-old friends Or at the least the young men, and the old drinkers Or, at least enough to build a life With somebody other than Somebody other than somebody other. A leviathan of crooked beams Are we safe at all? A barrage of filth and dill weed Are we safe at all? A cruel cough A nightly towering Behemoth of “forgive them all”. Forgive them all. You love an awful lot. One is enough.

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Past hope. Past kindness or consideration. Past justice. Past satisfaction. Past warmth or cold or comfort. Past love. But past surprise? What an endlessly unfolding tedium life would then become. Enjoy.

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released January 1, 2016

Everything made, produced, broken, replaced, repaired, recorded by msms over 8 strange years of pain & damage. But pain or damage don't end the world. Thank you.
--M&C.

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msms are still sick. Hearts are frail. This body is a complex project. I don't want to work. I wish I never had to.

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