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Anger Games
03:17
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Solid lines and dotted lines
On a subway map
Watch the paper tigers flex until they start to crease and rip
Supply chains like a crown of thorns tattoo
On a white trash bicep
Skin crawlin’ cuz they botched a touch-up
Gotta disinfect and start fresh
We know that once in a while it’s ok
To stop criticizing and trust what they say
We’ve been through this before we’ll be alright
All you need is more faith in our way of life
Squatters down in the band shell
Can’t wait to kick their ass
Immune system's from ancient times, geezer’s lucky to be under arrest
Nowadays, we all eat from the black glove, ain’t no more feral cats
Stupid kitty, you took your own claws out
Now come and sit in my lap
We know that once in a while it’s ok
To calm the masses and hear what they say
I’ve been through this before they never fight
Adorable proles keep faith in our way of life
Rally ‘round the flag
Runnin’ ‘round in flames
Solid lines and dotted lines
On a subway map
Watch the paper tigers flex until they start to crease and rip
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Dirty Harry's Army
03:12
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I feel like a cowboy man
I ride into the sun
I work outside the system, baby
But I get things done
I’ll be your vigilante hunk
Peel back the mask to kiss my mouth
Now and then I snag my cape on feelings
Gotta move on, break it off now
I want some propaganda
To justify and ritualize this bad behavior
Of my no-neck don’t-ask-why
Did I pass her daddy’s test?
Will I ever learn to live the perfect lie?
Give me a mission
Let bullets fly
Come hang out while I hunt for monsters
They’ll make you scream
And jump into my arms
When the battle’s done you’ll wrap my bandage
Make it sexy
Show concern
I’ll always be a leading man
With a jaw line you can trust
Mama loves it when I plant my flagpole
Third-world extras pounded into mud
Lurkin’ in the burbs
Dirty Harry’s Army
[silent majority]
[superhero movie]
[paramilitary]
[consumer democracy]
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3. |
En Route to Life
02:34
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4. |
Repression
02:48
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I really gotta get a move on, baby
Always got somewhere to be
Just a friendly cat with a nasty lap
I’m gonna lay you right across my knee
And I’m channelin’ Jesus
When I flip your trash buffet
And I didn’t mean to come off so cold
But I’m lookin’ for daddy today
She got me bottled up screamin’ on the side of the road
Hung up stationary blood and bone
Wanna hang your husband with a ten foot rope
And repression becomes a man, anyway
Hot vapor from the Devil’s nose
Foggin’ up the windshield
GMO hips and nu blue hair
Like a woman behind the wheel
Late bloomin’ in the summertime
Reelin’ em in like a worm on a line
Dyin’ for grandpa’s good life
Rottin’ on the dock of the bay
My spiritual lie is soft and cool
The tip of my tongue is slow murdering you
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5. |
Lot Weeps
02:29
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Whoopee’s being made in hell tonight
The whoopee’s yours and the hell is mine
Did I enable this marathon of shame
Or did your parents give you everything
You were drowning in an ocean of abandonment
When I found you, I thought I’d made you whole
You were hiding broken boys in compartments
Telling me there wouldn’t be another
Brown eyes seem to beg me for a mercy killing
Bloodshot red from endless yearning
I can’t change the way you drive your heart
But I see that you used all my parts
Makes the engine lurch and groan
While you make some other fool feel at home
Desolation in a house I no longer know
Your absence made my blood run cold
Cut myself to the marrow
Every day you whispered that you loved me
Was it just to buy time
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6. |
Mercy Killing
01:44
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7. |
Pac-Man
03:17
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Pac Man runnin’ around
Haters in the maze try to bring me down
I swallow the clowns and then I level up
And that’s life, baby
Cherries and tangerines
Following the dots flashing on my screen
Tokens tumble and I know this game was made for me
I’m a composer, I write with fountain pens
I got a place in Harlem sell some pot to make the rent
My girl’s a yoga teacher and we both apartment-sit
If she gets hung up fighting with a boss then we can save and quit
I saw a ghost running through the night
He looked confused, was flashing red and white
They turned him blue on the hood of a police car
Ghosts don’t get extra lives or golden stars
Fell off the map, I’m starting over again
I’ll find a new game and a new set of friends
Count up my tickets, see what prize I can win
I’ll ask my mother to make up the difference
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8. |
Shrunken Shoulders
01:10
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9. |
Integrated Sickness
03:49
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Old world love child
Feelings fed from a tube
Soft hands of the puppeteer
Holiday’s almost here
Breaking out of quarantine
Preferential sympathy
Bedroom coffin’s burning
While you’re faking sick
You confuse means and ends
Sexual sleight of hand
Bedroom coffin’s burning
While you’re faking sick
Blue light mesmerizing
Your eyes start to feed
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Anthony Michael Ambroso Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Artist, multi-instrumentalist, shredder from PGH. This is the page dedicated to my solo work. Be sure to check out my band Rated Eye as well.
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