Rec | FLAGPOLE SITTA - HARVEY DANGER

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I wanna publish 'zines And rage against machines I wanna pierce my tongue It doesn't hurt, it feels fine The trivial sublime I'd like to turn off time And kill my mind You kill my mind, mind Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's coming to get me Just say you never met me I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes Hear the voices in my head I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring But if you're bored, then you're boring The agony and the irony, they're killing me (whoa)

@toilet

May 26, 2024

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@caskeyc

Jul 4, 2024

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- https://youtu.be/7OvW8Z7kiws 'Nothing he's got he really needs...' - https://youtu.be/TYApdmp6je8 'I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys...' I just noticed that the *Bad Religion* lyrics call back to *King Crimson* in the last stanza: > Cat's foot iron claw > Neurosurgeons scream for more > Innocents raped with napalm fire