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True Entertainment

by Dutch Uncles

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1.
I can’t complain You’re going through hell But you found my name It rhymes with Superman That’s skin for the game Don’t you think we look the same? Did I tell you she was a French teacher? Ooh la la, parfait! No alarm for no lament ‘Cos I’m Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end There’s no regret to reel I’ll sleep in the car tonight Under the stars, between my gear and heart Got to blow it up, I’ve got to blow it up Think they know enough, think they know enough What they holding on? What they holding out? Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up? I paid for her skills The skills paid the bill Now she’ll be on white sand with my girl When I’m in jail No alarm for no lament ‘Cos I’m Mr. Right-side-of-tragic-end There’s no regret too real I’ll sleep in the car tonight Under the stars, between my gear and heart Got to blow it up, I’ve got to blow it up Think they know enough, think they know enough What they holding on? What they holding out? Am I blowing up? Am I blowing up?
2.
Damascenes 04:10
What a room to the roof! Friday’s saloon What six month here would do I can see a piano, too ‘Cos something great Lost in the grey Had you walking away …is it still, again? The speechless truth For me and you Looked back from its snaggletooth Where’s the tide when it’s on your side? Now nothing to Earth Half a stain always on your mind Now nothing to Earth Nothing to us …don’t walk away Rhyme tag-a-long In firework flight Love when it’s someone you steal In for The Millstone feel Where’s the tide when it’s on your side? Now nothing to Earth – nothing to us Half a stain always on your mind Now nothing to Earth – nothing to us Yea, nothing to us The sleep that we can’t ignore Yea, nothing to us A bell jar we can’t afford A coat that felt like befores Where’s the tide when it’s on your side? Now nothing to us Half a stain always on your mind Now nothing to us And nothing to Earth Where’s the tide when it’s on your side? Now nothing to us – nothing to us And the light that would lend your cries? Now nothing to us – nothing to us
3.
Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking In a 2 to 5, you can implicate your feelings In a 2 to 5 , what a way to make no living, now… We are one in the same hypocrisy But don’t you think it apply to me By flex or gun – I reach out in Mercury When I don’t know if it meant to be Did that work? Nevermind… just simplify There’s no words, but they’re taking all my time I’m still so tired, do I ever really try To tell my face, that I never make you cry? Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking, now… We are one in the same hypocrisy But don’t you think it apply to me By flex or gun – I reach out in Mercury When I don’t know that you’re killing me With that said, get in line – you’re kryptonite! There’s no words, but they’re taking all my time I’m still so tired, do I ever really try? To save my life, would it ever make you mine? It’s that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living In a 2 to 5, you can really get the drinks in now Get that 2 to 5, what a way to make no living In a 2 to 5, you can really get to drinking In a 2 to 5, you can implicate your feelings In a 2 to 5, just simplify (Ain’t no living!)
4.
Poppin’ 03:26
Catch your fate Staring out in space I can’t sweat the permanence “it wasn’t what I meant” It’s all in my head Reeling every wire My feelings overtime You ok? That the trick? Read my muppet lips It’s all in my head I’m reeling every wire My feelings overtime Fear somebody who’s near who stumbled so near my trouble inside Fear somebody got near sometime
5.
Exit Row 03:13
Won’t do for sticker packs Touch base on the sweet instead And there… back to the wild… recognise! When it could be death Close the door, uncock your head Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down Gatekeep us all! Just no way, of keeping the feeling to myself Could be you, locked in a stranger as well But that “end of your world…” drama-man Is end of the sun, get it right… Still so much control here in the retold… To float on blow up bed, Light years from the shit you said To revisit the science, z & y, won’t make up your mind Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself Could be you, locked in a stranger as well But that “end of your world” drama-man Is end of the Sun, get it right Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself Is that you, locked in a stranger as well? But now, how’d I get home here, drama-man You don’t want to know you silhouette
6.
I’m not your dad, it’s time to go I was the stone that came through the door I’ve got the gloves, I’ve got the gloves for this They couldn’t stop the tears though You’d pick me up after a show So why am I walking home? The fearless sky come to end Some of us seen it as well It’s such a crock I cannot accept Only connect Between the cold new beds In your wealth there’s always someone else This the first attempt to save yourself? In your head you don’t know what comes next New berber rugs, ‘cos what the hell?! Why am I always smelling fat? I’ve never heard of Christmas ham The weekends two at a time And nobody likes it like that Don’t make me sing on New Year’s Eve There’s people there I don’t believe I guess I could never compare And that is just my best In your wealth there’s always someone else This the first attempt to save yourself? In your head, you don’t know what comes next New speaker subs, but your Graceland sucks Is this the test I see for no one else? Don’t mark the gin, I’m only twelve!
7.
Deep End 03:47
Trash your plate of chips For the crime it yields Monday gone to the memory worm But tell the same town Don’t ever look down A death at last You found your shift Well it ain’t enough No, not even close Run for the deep end you know it you What can it prove? Run for the deep end and always do What can it prove? There’s a wax for less It’ll let you down That jerk in you won’t stop shivering Too soon in hell to pontificate But there’s that smell You got used to it Run for the deep end you know it you What can it prove? Run for the deep end and always do What can it prove? Suddenly, quenelle’s comfort me If for no reason, I love you too But what can I do?
8.
In Salvia 03:38
Oh Dreams, What they’ve always been Not the worst idea But, woods won’t begin… Caught in pinstripe What moonlight could bring to life I can tell, but who can say luck has been, it’s how you wait The truth in air, it’s over hill And I’ll be there – I’ll be there Don’t leave Until it cool for me Come and breathe in the night! Know you are the cream In salvia would sing, alright I can tell, but who can say That luck has been, it’s how you wait Truth in air, its’ over hill And I’ll be there – I’ll be there If two can play at millionaire With your belief, I can change. When I can tell It’s over hill The truth in air Just won’t begin
9.
End Belief 03:40
Where’s the sense, of innocence? End belief, fixed ahead You’re in a fire, a third time got you. If something’s God What is met six fingers in? (Shallow grave to the end) A crowd of words You ain’t heard What’s ceased to me (Shallow grave to the end) Where’s the sense, of innocence? End belief… You’re in a fire, a third time got you If something’s God What is met six fingers in? (Shallow grave to the end) The betterment In your bed Just rubber gloves In shallow grave to the end. I’m in the room don’t let light turn black too
10.
Dead Letter 04:29
Don’t you ever think you’re hurting me I cried on the day I was alive And every year unto it seems The cute spittoon in someone else’s dream No wonder I keep mimicking “If that’s the hole then I’m the goal” You really haven’t been a friend, even a choice And now your end will read; online only version Can you give up that cow? The timing caught you out And don’t pretend you couldn’t count But give it a whoopty-doo From my dead Grandma to you You’ll need it in Committal Room As we live on god awful days We tried to speak so many ways But you gave ‘em crab mentality “It can’t begin if I can’t win” It’s such a cruel escape, to feel whatever you say Your automatic song; sounds of centrist gonorrhoea It’s no co-inky dink, the kids having more fun Now you must own your shit Dying feels so much better You could’ve made your point Anyone could agree But that’s a door for you

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released March 10, 2023

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