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Of Montreal

Soft Music / Juno Portraits Of The Jovian Sky

 

Soft Music / Juno Portraits Of The Jovian Sky

(album: White Is Relic / Irrealis Mood - 2018)


Trolling on the DM
You don't know me though
Had you on my lips again
You don't know me though
I don't need a girlfriend
You don't know me though
Wrecked another weekend
You don't know me though

Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be
No gentrificating of
Graffitied warship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges

I liberated you twice
You don't know me though
You've become my only vice
You don't know me though
I don't want to be nice
You don't know me though
I'm a, I'm a sacrifice
You don't know me though

I'd been abandoned when you nursed me on my swerve
I made my antidrug being your loyal perv
I became a holiday I need you to observe
I gave you devotion that I'm hoping you deserve
I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on
This reclamation has got me trying to prove
The needle never slides off of the groove
Got to win

Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Of white flight in reverse on the crest of their vaporwave
On intersectional highs
And usurpation lows
It's hard to stop the impact of one's offensive ways

Soft music drains the oxygen from
Besieged Bushwick streets
Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be
No gentrificating of
Graffitied warship of summer love
It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's portraits of the Jovian sky

Purgatory at Hartsfield awed by
Juno's photos of the Jovian sky

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