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Public Universal Friend

by Attics

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Queen Mother 03:39
Come closer I need to figure out Who you are and what you’re about I wasn’t born yesterday Still sharp as a razor so watch what you say I’m the best, I’m the best I’m the one with the barrel chest One step ahead of everyone I may be blind but I’m not dumb Don’t mistake me for a doormat, baby I’ve been storing up every footprint I will set aside, every put-down put my way Save them all up for a sunny day Back to me, back to me Say what you like, it won’t bother me Just practicing my monologue A mannequin could do your job You can get up, you can leave It won’t really bother me I’m bad, so bad I say all the things you wish you had Don’t mistake me for a doormat, baby I’ve been storing up every footprint I will set aside, every put-down put my way Save them all up for a sunny day
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I don’t mean to rain on your recent revelations I’ve had enough of all your declarations Holy words only bring partial salvation Save your breath I don’t need any explanation Patience, I left that life behind But I still need you by my side From now on until the end The Public Universal Friend I am that I am I was deep beneath the darkness of the clouds When I looked up and saw a new light shine So if you’re looking for a universal friend I’m setting out to find the new Jerusalem Cause this isn’t just a game I don’t answer to that name anymore From now on until the end A public universal friend I am that I am Just the universal friend From now on until the end The Public Universal Friend I am that I am A public universal friend A public universal friend I’m the universal friend I am that I am
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Comic Sans 03:37
I once killed a man With my witty conversation He disappeared Spontaneous elation I’m just a song and dance man Watch me slip into a soft shoe I’ll do it on command Anything to lighten up the mood It’s a shame, I can’t stay That’s my cue to go onstage Knock knock, tick tock Time to hit them with my catchphrase This line always kills So I milk it for applause Cause I’m out for blood now Ha-cha cha-cha cha-cha cha I once spent some time In a camp for concentration Don’t ask me for my numbers Don’t ask for confirmation I learned to focus there Learned to resist all temptation It wasn’t always pleasant But it was quite the education It’s a shame, I can’t stay That’s my cue to go onstage Knock knock, tick tock Time to hit them with my catchphrase This line always kills So I milk it for applause Cause I’m out for blood now Ha-cha cha-cha cha-cha cha
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Matinee 02:50
I'm getting sick of standby Sick of waiting for your reply It's so hard to be surprised Living underneath the eagle's eye You can try to hide it But you're starting to feel nervous Wondering if it's worth it To stay through the matinee I used to be so patient But I've given up on waiting Just like an absent teacher Just another feral creature I'm a double feature But you're only halfway You're only halfway Only halfway through the matinee The ceremony ended a long time ago But you're still wearing the veil that we all know There's no more need to hide Underneath your thin disguise All your cover's been blown All your secrets known You can buy a new face Or try to shelter in place at the matinee
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Endless Loop 03:46
Lately I’ve grown razor thin Like a walking skeleton Like a threadbare welcome mat Covering a deeper scratch Just a broken batter up Falling down every time I walk Chin music, hit the dust Now I love the taste of rust I keep it up, but I’m losing strength Feeling worn down, peeling paint The endless loop keeps playing on If I were you, I’d play along You’re just like the ocean tides All you need to kill is time To flatten every jagged edge Empty everybody’s head Like drinking from a broken cup Like a mountain with no top I have tried but it’s no use You stretch on in an endless loop I keep it up, but I’m losing strength Feeling worn down, peeling paint The endless loop keeps playing on If I were you, I’d play along Just a dried up river bed A disembodied talking head Disenchanted points of view Playing on an endless loop
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Pardon our appearance sign While I renovate Try to change my mind Rearranging furniture Doesn’t do much good When it all came from you A greedy lighthouse keeper Wields a fickle beacon Depends on what you pay And her ledger book is endless She’s very sensitive Be careful what you say A parting word A consolation prize Don’t be alarmed Just go have a look inside Time will tell But I think I got the gist The family heirloom Almost had me tricked You don’t wilt away so easily You’re all dug in You’re a hardy strain Poison your exterior To keep away the inferiors Stage a demonstration Over an earthquake Over a broken plate A welcome mat, an iron gate You’re a survivor Wrapped in razor wire A parting word A consolation prize Don’t be alarmed Just go have a look inside Time will tell But I think I got the gist The family heirloom Almost had me tricked Time will tell But I think I got the gist The family heirloom Almost had me tricked Time will tell But I think I got the gist The family heirloom Is too heavy to lift Time will tell But I think I got the gist The family heirloom Is too heavy to lift

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released May 6, 2022

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Attics Brooklyn, New York

Music you can sing along to if you don’t mind odd lyrics and the occasional glockenspiel.

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