paroles de chanson Ought Implies Can and I Cannot - Milo
                                                Getting 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                being 
                                                pretty 
                                                much 
                                                away 
                                                from 
                                                it 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                reading 
                                                Anis 
                                                Mojgani 
                                                poems 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bathroom 
                                                stall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                my 
                                                ankles
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keen 
                                                eye 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                sadness, 
                                                pangs 
                                                bro
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                thinking 
                                                of 
                                                internet 
                                                lovers 
                                                trousers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Felt 
                                                good 
                                                like 
                                                snow 
                                                days 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                driveway 
                                                is 
                                                plowed 
                                                first
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let's 
                                                promise 
                                                each 
                                                other 
                                                Jefferson 
                                                City 
                                                Square 
                                                Deals
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                friends 
                                                come 
                                                over 
                                                we'll 
                                                only 
                                                cook 
                                                fair 
                                                trade 
                                                meals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unbutton 
                                                the 
                                                front 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                shirt 
                                                like 
                                                Bob 
                                                Fossil
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                staring 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mirror 
                                                for 
                                                too 
                                                long 
                                                like 
                                                Bob 
                                                Rocksalt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Except 
                                                Bob 
                                                Rocksalt 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                linguistic 
                                                construct
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                linguine's 
                                                all 
                                                fucked 
                                                and 
                                                it's 
                                                my 
                                                fault 
                                                this 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                David 
                                                Lipsky 
                                                can't 
                                                write 
                                                like 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                he 
                                                bundles 
                                                up 
                                                his 
                                                fingers 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                bright 
                                                white 
                                                fist
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                gets 
                                                NPR 
                                                reviews 
                                                that 
                                                say 
                                                he 
                                                just 
                                                might 
                                                exist
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                jealous, 
                                                subset 
                                                of 
                                                envy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Staring 
                                                at 
                                                his 
                                                food 
                                                while 
                                                my 
                                                plate 
                                                has 
                                                plenty
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                necromancer 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                Foster 
                                                Wallace
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                necromancer 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                my 
                                                friend 
                                                Robert
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                necromancer 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                bring 
                                                back 
                                                Schopenhauer
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                necromancer 
                                                    I 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                fucking 
                                                coward
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                Darius 
                                                Rucker 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                post-op 
                                                world
 
                                    
                                
                                                Made 
                                                myself 
                                                an 
                                                egg 
                                                sandwich 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bread 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                swirl
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                played 
                                                basketball 
                                                    I 
                                                couldn't 
                                                never 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                free 
                                                throw
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                step-sister 
                                                cries 
                                                out 
                                                "Oh 
                                                Bendito"
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                naked 
                                                underneath 
                                                this 
                                                peacoat
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                said 
                                                    I 
                                                blew 
                                                it 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                forehead 
                                                vein 
                                                became 
                                                prominent 
                                                like 
                                                Daniel 
                                                Day 
                                                Lewis
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                blood 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                veins 
                                                are 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                counting 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                flood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                think 
                                                I've 
                                                seen 
                                                her 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                litany 
                                                of 
                                                ways 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                Ian 
                                                Mackaye
 
                                    
                                
                                                Indeed, 
                                                    I 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                so-so 
                                                lover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Regardless, 
                                                I'm 
                                                still 
                                                the 
                                                prince 
                                                of 
                                                cocoa 
                                                butter
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Yafet's Song
2 Sanssouci Palace
3 Thatness and Whatness
4 You Are Go(o)d to Me
5 Buck 65's Knee
6 In Gaol (feat. Kool AD)
7 Salladhor Saan, Smuggler
8 Peanut Butter Sandwiches
9 Ought Implies Can and I Cannot
10 Objectifying Rabbits
11 Just Us (A Reprise for Robert Who Will Never Be Forgotten)
12 Gaudeamus Igitur (for Kang Min-gyu)
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