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Michael McGuire
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Junglehead
Detailed noise; ambitious fatigue, Woman; slit dress; exposed need, Draining the core; angel-nest, Dirty ambience; purified pest.
Man who smells like he hasn't bathed in three weeks; combs his hair to perfection in reflection of restaurant window.
Got the jungle in my head, Got the jungle in my head, The living wrecks; the petty dead, Got the jungle in my head.
Business stomach; asphalt digest soul, Casual impatience; high heels; manhole, Corrupt integrity; symbolic structure yield, Erotic friction; day work build.
Woman in a designer dress stumbles out of towering office building; crying out loud, Tears freely falling, people pretend not to notice.
Got the jungle in my head, Got the jungle in my head, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The living wrecks; the petty dead, Got the jungle in my head.
Just where is the shape of my being, In the schematics of this accident, I feel like a ghost nobody's scared of, I move thru this scene of oblivion and light, I am focused like a shadow on its source, With nothing in my head that feels like me.
Venomous pity; brick-laid plans, Reason's rush automated; epic lunch, Parking lot paradox; suicide drop, Titans; Predators; game en masse.
A sound; at first puzzling then recognized, Saxophone, Man plays from in front of bank plaza the sound; incongruous; adds some kind of undeserved dignity to the dirty ambience, I look into his face as I drive slowly past, He is not like me; he is not one of us.
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