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Man Man - Life Fantastic (Deluxe) Dark Arts

Contributors

  • ISRC:USEP41107003
  • Recorded:2010 ARC Studios
  •  ©2011 Anti Inc.
  • Vocals, Keys:Honus
  • Drums, Percussion:Pow
  • Horns, Synths:Chang
  • Guitar, Trumpet:Critter
  • Bass:T.Moth

Lyrics

bored to life you shower with a knife
you mix ambien and motorbikes
she heaves a sigh in the middle of the night
that says cum inside her and it kills the vibe

bored to life you huff glue and wine
you paint portraits of pretty babies
crying out of short bus eyes for you
(wa wa wa wa)

you gravitate towards lovers named
after days you were weak and hurricanes
and hope that they hold you like an avalanche

and i hit my head
and I had a vision quest
I rode on the wings of a giant talking bat
said to trust my sonar
'cause happiness don't ever last

and i can feel it
can you feel it
it's like a warm atomic cloud that raining down
washing over us

I can feel it
can you feel it
it's like a warm
it's like a swarm
atomic cloud that raining down
watching over us

there must be something in the air
that's making us all go crazy here
my friends are either breeding, dying, or losing all their marbles trying

you told me that you've turned to pygmies
and their dark arts to ease your suffering
it's why you're running
thru the bushwick
a tazer and a tan

don't blame me for your bouts of sadness
blame the magic that makes the mattress
melt so wonderfully
with another's body in the dark

and i hate my head
so i bury it in the sand
if i razor cut some bangs
will i forget who I am
stare at the man who's in the mirror
how the fuck did i live this long, this way

hello
nice to meet you
certainly
charmed
thank you

mister dagger meet mister back, inseparable, together at last

these days i feel like a pariah
an albatross with my feathers on fire
stop and drop and roll the flames
they don't slow
they just grow brighter

and will you help me search party for my hidden indians
the parts of me that I scalped to be
a well adjusted man

and home surgery all the fondest memories
that keep me bound like blackened ice
to a motorcycle crash

and i'll pour myself
a cup of mummy brown
and i'll carve a coffin
out of tramp art that i've found
cut me down if you love me
let me sway if you don't
stare at the man who's in the mirror
and how the fuck did i live this long

and i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it
can you feel it
i can feel it