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Rifle in the Closet

Jandek

Interstellar Discussion

1984

Hey John
Stopped by this afternoon
To see you in the purple moon
Best I say what's on my mind
Best I say what's on my mind
Hey John, John, John,

limbs
By Allen and Division
Your memory swims
Like day old snow

The heater's broken now
It's always on
Park below 
Winter morning song

An electric light

Every day with pen in hand, I write until the pages tear
This is what I love to do, it comforts me when I am scared
My songs are like an avalanche,

Walking down the street I’m all alone
Lots of people are running by, I don’t wanna see them
The best song ever makes me sing along
I’m deaf and blind

up with the pan
So now it's murder, she wrote
Feel like the best on every song
I drop so I'ma let it flow
Said I'm only 18 but I'm feeling like

(yeah) the city
Of sticky greens the
Best coast if you know what I mean

Now I was driving through the bush with
A trunk full of cush when
The car broke

day
My mind will complicate
There's no other way
Just trying my best to take this
Day by day

Did we ever really get it wrong?
I know it could be worse

day
My mind will complicate
There's no other way
Just trying my best to take this
Day by day

Did we ever really get it wrong?
I know it could be worse

Poor Boy

Mat Kearney

Bullet

2004

walked so far
Under the heat of your sun and the shine of your stars
Step by step I've crept, I've crawled, and I've run
Felt the palm of your hand

emotion
If you take a quick second to look at the song titles of the album
I want you to look at the last song title
And read it
Read each title one by one

insane

gnash

we

2018

the world spin
I bet you probably moved on
But I still can't seem to sing
Hmm, anything but this song

I've asked my therapist, my mom and dad the same

Some glad

I can’t stand up to a Green Park corner
Without playing thoughts I’ve seen no order
Oncoming sense
As close intense like it all

Dreaming

of the best songs I've heard
I'm grateful to Tracy Chapman, and for the depth she maintain
The only singer in world, who makes beauty out of pain
I'm grateful

Hello i'm Richard Roses
And I'm here to help you relax

You've been stressed out about your day-to
Day and traditional sleep techniques
Like drinking

happen
By any means avoiding the city traffic
Shooters got the green light, they blocking you right of passage
A young kid turn 7 city madness
A picture

will become my infinite bed!
The roap is the end of the time of my life
The letter is written! 
Suicide is my last try...
Killing myself is the best way

the motherfuckin' one to
Breed them and lead 'em
In a league of my own
You ain't even made it up to my throne
You ain't even authorized for this song
Might be best

Speedom (WWC2)

Tech N9ne

Special Effects

2015

said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock,

and assholes soar over yonder
But the green guys ignore them for predators and Donda
Oh love of my life, I've searched for the plaudits
By pitiless disaster by

Attica, Clinton
All my niggas downstate caught (?)
My boy Murder doing the pound key, five years
All my life, I've been around tears
Never timid

matter
Laughing, dreaming through the day
Doing the best that I can
No judge, no jury, no committee and the fury
Could convince me where I am

Two

"Do you have a light? Do you want any business?"
Day after day I shake my head and I walk by half asleep
And listless

As I walk through St Pauls, down

Talk what you want
Best bet I'm going off
Like john wick, grab the stick
Fuckin up your dogs
This a war song, going hard
Till I'm at the top
Close

Got me straight up drinkin' from the barrel
I've been losin' hours
Singin' sad songs underneath the gallows
Runnin' from my shadow
Runnin' from