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Replicating Figures
06:11
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hey hey hey we're the kids today, and all we want to say is fuck everything. All the generations deteriorate but you didn't leave anything. Where's my California, where's my New York Island? Where's the dream of Liberty when you die selling loosies on Staten Island?
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כוכב האפר
04:54
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stars
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Hey bird, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old, do you like to party?
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Sliding down Queen Anne, then she kicked me in the waist, got me in the eye and ran away. Somethings never change, the girls you meet in the laundromat.
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Grinding Things Up
03:21
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I'm grinding, I'm finding, I'm grinding, making sandwiches.
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Toys In The Chrome Attic
02:32
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ni
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Oh no there she goes, back to Amarillo, taking time down a lonely yellow brick road. Her taillights heading east is her sunsetting on me. I think we got caught up with the thieves. The Amarillo Sea fades as winter comes today. It takes your bones, this cold rain.
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the star wars, do dooo doo do
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87 654 3 21
07:55
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Well you heard it hear first, these are the words, why don't you sing along with me? Oh why don't you sing along with me? Because there's no words. No words. There's no fucking words. No fucking word. No words.
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The Aliens Entrance
02:19
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I want to film you like the gasoline over this rain
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paranoid agings of the new wavers are seen all around us today, it comes from their retirement accounts and the penchant for dead things.
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The White Supremacists
02:38
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Just a little ditty about what's going on
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Industrial Skin Removal
02:47
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I'm a little tempest
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Wasted Time (12 and 8)
03:19
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I wasted time, all the wasted time, sleepy in my head, I was dreaming of you...
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Seven Eighths Of A Mind
03:51
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I was born in the telescope of modern space
my blood battled brain bored and missing a beat
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I'll take you there, I'll take you back, I'll take you nowhere, I'll burn my hair.
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Grooving With The Picts
01:17
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we are picts, we have picts, we picked our wicks with pict sticks.
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Cretic Molossus
03:45
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and a dog shall lead them
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No words.
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Καλλιόπη
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I could go blind on a Saturday night
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thank you for the follow, I really like your shirt. Yes, its @santaclaus, yeah, that santa claus.
I'm just down here between eternity and cynosure....
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oh thor, oh thor, what are you good for?
You take Lady Sif away, who's gonna listen to Styx with me?
Who? Miss America? Whoo?
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Mark Brunke Seattle, Washington
Mark Brunke is a multi-media artist from Seattle, Washington. More of his work can be herd and scene at markbrunke.com. Additional music available through that site on Soundcoud and Youtube.
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