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Negotiations Break Down

from Aim Less by The Mispronouncer

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1. Wrote this in foam so you know what I think
of its relevance down the road. I’m the Back-Talk Kid.
Who knew what the slack jaw hid? I’m swervy.
All you punks don’t know what you want, you deserve me.
The nervy make me nervous, forget a risk.
A lifestyle change every time my ticker skips.
Slit your wrist, then you stitch your wrist right back up.
Practice makes perfect, you refine that cut.
It’s business as usual: we’re liquidating inventory.
Start a couple holy wars and let the sinners finish for me.
it’s a bitter story full of heartache and hard breaks.
Burstin’ at the seams with art-fakes and star-bait.
Sharks wait in the deep end with bibs on
Bickerin,’ over which of us they got dibs on.
It’s a get rich quick song: disclaimer:
In the big picture I’m a no-name bit-player.
Some days pale as a whitewashed tomb.
Name in the paper at a slight cost: (boom!)
There’s room in the inn for mere mortals only
So don’t be surprised if you feel sorta lonely.
Disdain for the bar scene so I seem thrifty.
Pop your water wings if you wanna sink with me.
Frisky, isn’t he? The kid’s no sissy.
But he thinks in circles ‘til he’s sickly, (get me?)
Whisk me away, in a truck, to a strip mall.
Hate to disappoint, I just ain’t that hip, y’all.
Up a swollen creek with a broken oar.
My loose lips send whole fleets to the ocean floor.
Gimme what I most abhor. Salt up in my open sores.
I’m barely through the window before I get shown the door.
One for the money, two for the show.
Three for givin’ up and goin’ home feelin’ low.
Four, for the life of me, escapes me, maybe
I need to keep looking for the word to motivate me.

2. I’m a sick puppy waiting for my eyes to open.
I’m at home eatin’ crow and poppin’ ibuprofen.
Drink pop like water, drink water like medicine.
I’m thinking of a number that you can’t guess, (guess again).
Spittin’ in the food of the health inspector.
I’m a self-correcter so I never get better.
A self-deceiver and I’m self-aware,
And if you stand with me there will be hell to share.
Gimme ten minutes to chop down a tree
I’ll spend the first nine and a half
Just sharpenin’ my axe.
Spend the last 30 seconds wishin’ that I had
about 8 of those minutes back.
Who wanna piece of the living fraction?
Who else wanna go missing in inaction?
Who wanna throw a little fit in here?
Y’all don’t wanna make me get sincere.
Been kicked in the rear by the no nonsense boots.
Screws comin’ loose and i won’t drop disputes.
This dude don’t need a reason to come unglued.
Too square to fit in the hoops I’m told to jump through.
This lame duck gonna fall in love with a lame dove.
I got plenty of shame to be ashamed of.
Break bone, crush stone, split wood, crack metal.
But I always make sure I got room to backpedal.
That settles it, I’m the ghost in the graveyard.
The flaw in the zirconium, the scar on the face card.
Play hard, work like my paycheck depends on it.
The epilogue don’t justify the ends, got it?
Blue in the face ‘cause I’m new to the chase
But you move to the pace of doom and disgrace.
Refuse to lose face but won’t stoop to groom it.
Still a young dog, but avoid a new trick.
I qualify everything and call all bluffs.
Buckled in, in it for the long haul, enough!

Bridge x2: Two! Four! Six! Eight!
With whom do we negotiate?
Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. No one.

3. Crack a hole in Hell’s attic roof climb to Earth’s basement.
Commit to listen more, can’t figure out where the day went.
Seek a sunburn ‘cause I love the feel of peelin’ it.
I can’t get a grip unless I steal it.
No rest for the righteous, like “I shoulda done more”
And a 20 cent misspelled thank-you note.
The clouds crash down made too heavy by their silver lining.
Dead into the uproar that some bores are still defining.
No landmarks, I’m only looking for the lack.
Only interested in how a façade looks from the back.
Put a hook on the track and use a scowl for the bait.
Fans on the whole are a sour bunch of grapes.
Accept what you can’t change, ignore what you can.
No one can tell the difference when it all hits the fan.
Often feel like I’m miles from another good line
And There’s nothing quite as awful as an understood mind.
And if you understand mine, then I guess slipped up.
Gotta get up and give ‘em the gift that won’t quit givin’ up.
Listen up: it’s the last supper ‘til the next one.
Get a plate, choose a fork, compliment the centerpiece,
Share your smug advice and your head lice.
You’re already on thin ice when you deny Christ thrice.
If the sun rises twice in the same day, be suspicious.
Do not tolerate surreal conditions.
Hold that thought ‘til it holds you back or goes slack.
Belabor the point until the issue gets true, rips through
Develops a body and then forgets you. Gone, gone.
Like dinosaurs, Innocence, Chivalry, and Youth.
Missin’ dinosaurs the most if you wanna know the truth.
But you don’t and that’s wise, that’s thinking ahead.
Don’t walk among the living if you’re seeking the dead.
And I’ve got a gut feeling that I’ve had enough to eat.
I hate to skip the gun but my heart just jumped a beat.

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from Aim Less, released August 9, 2010
The Mispronouncer made the beat.
The Mispronouncer wrote the words.
The Mispronouncer performed the vocals.
Dr. Occulus played the bass guitar.

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