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Dirty Projectors
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Imagine It
Throw it inside your friend's head No caffeine pills on prescription Just you and simple mud that you've tracked in there What slips between the creases Could easily fool or bamboozle you
The oriental rock of the colonialist Stolen out from under his big brass desk For a street parade to the community college Or a magic carpet ride on Broad Street
If you can imagine it, imagine it
Burning the midnight oil So fierce it's trucked in the lap of the powerful Maybe that's part of your resource And just as nervous, she's demure as milk
Blank as a bamboo casket She's a basket of good will Two red brows, two proud rows Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The talking breakfast full of shit blues
The detail's what you lose In the Peking sunset To which we pitch our trash dreams And our friends sit back, zip by
Abiding the only practice with traditious sounds Or the psychopath among us Like a serendipis with anti-fashion A rainbow quilt frayed around the edges is charismatic
Got grease on my hand like Arab oil Plants my seeds in arid soil Give me some frown in my terrible toil
But I'll look after you I'll look after you
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