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Lowell Connector
03:10
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Just got you feelin’ final.
Your groove is curvy spinal.
I cut you straight to vinyl.
You’re the Lowell Connector.
You suckin honey, nectar
Up to the northern sector.
You ghostin like a specter.
You’re the Lowell Connector.
Cleave heart. Connector.
One way. Connector.
Beat gone. Connector.
Did you finally get the hint?
I heard you sailed overseas.
Or did you read all of the tiny print?
And then memorize the seams?
Don’t fear the circus girl.
I hear the mermaid is a fake.
Or are you scared because you might unfurl?
Hold on more tightly cause we’re going right around the lake.
And my foot has lost the brake.
And if I wanna go back
To find out more about you
Cause if I had to go back
I wouldn’t be the one to…
Make up for missing minutes.
I give them up too freely.
And if you see, me save me.
I want so hard to see you.
I want to live inside you.
I think I’ll live inside you.
Brittle-boned and dangling underground.
I’ll give up for a while.
I found another smile.
I get around textiles.
You’re the Lowell Connector.
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Printy
04:22
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Oh Printy, I saw your home, if you’d call it that.
The walls shared a door but they finally sealed it shut.
Printy, my soul.
I heard it coming home.
I’m swallowing earth.
Now dig into me.
The season is done.
Now drink like the flood is come.
A hundred more years.
We’ll talk like we’re not alone.
But you want me to understand.
There’s drainage and mud where the caretaker called it quits.
And fabric with patterns that I’ll never see.
Printy, my soul.
I heard it coming home.
I’m swallowing earth.
Now dig into me.
Printy, I know the world won’t ever end.
I don’t think we’ve met, we’ve run out of time to spend.
But you want me.
Printy the snow could cover your name again. (Repeat)
Annie the snow...
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Shore Thing
03:42
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Will I sin again? It's a shore thing.
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King Dennison
04:51
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A pair of suns made up his eyes
Dimensions fold to infinite size
He’d rage the summit,
And there he would walk the woods meeting the poorest of souls.
As flower pedals fly out from his finger sticks
A trail of flame ignited them all
Their bottle cap eyes and Hoyle spade lips
And license plate thighs
They’re ash before they fell to the ground
King Dennison. Open up your arms.
He was a savior, different flavor, but his behavior gave him away
I will write row over row
Of wicked spells and languid prose
Metered feet that widows know
She bit her teeth and then she chose...
King Dennison. Open up your arms.
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Time Travel Jane
05:57
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Time Travel Jane, you shouldn’t leave. The losing side is hard to shake.
But if you lean to your left, then I will lean onto your right side.
Time Travel Jane, there’s just a hint of truth to how it all went down.
I’ll have a feeling we’ll meet. You had a feeling.
You were so salty, I mean that littorally.
You know you smell like the sea.
She put her whole heart in half truths.
Now here we are. Two-timing. What did you sing?
Time Travel Jane, let me expound. Though you heard it from me, I’ve never said this before.
But have you tried a little….regret?
OR
And I appreciate your regret.
Why won’t you smile? The camera will wait for you.
Well this is what I believe.
With all of your time you could master disguise and you could become anybody
But this was the me when you love me.
Time Travel Jane, I’ll stop the storm. I’ll do the opposite of wait.
Before you’d grown so smooth and green and humble, girl!
You’ll do more than remember me.
I feel the math in my bones, now I’m like the light.
And I’m skipping ahead.
Explosions, implosions expanding retracting down to nothing.
You’re pulling my string.
How in the hell are you traveling back in time. It’s the magic in you.
As long as we breathe deep and slow down then we will
Keep the middle.
It’s all the middle
I can see you. I can keep you underground.
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DMVP Minneapolis, Minnesota
DMVP is Mr. Dietr, of Prozac Rat. Those are his initials. DMVP. He writes and records indulgent pop with uncomfortably smooth combinations of groovy psychedelia, lofty shoegazing, traitorous Americana, and whatever the hell else he can cram into a song if he likes it enough. ... more
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This is a recent effort from Mr. Dietr's main group Prozac Rat. Weird, quirky, INFECTIOUS rock.
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