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Menomena
Menomena


Background information
Origin Portland, Oregon, United States
Genre(s) Experimental Rock
Indie Rock
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Barsuk Records
City Slang
FILMguerrero
Associated acts Lackthereof
Ramona Falls
Website Website
Members
Brent Knopf
Justin Harris
Danny Seim



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Menomena Album


I Am The Fun Blame Monster! (10/23/2003)
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Force yourself to breathe
My head is only there
To stop the cough

Redirect your sneeze
The spit leaves a smear
That can't wash off

Kiss me kiss me please
And wash behind my ears
The lights are off

Be careful who you tease
There's an easy chance
On the chopping block

. . .


Four score and seven years to go
I've done it all with none to show
By now you think I'd ask myself
Think I'd try to pin it down

Don't stop it's almost over now
Whisper softly across your mouth
Last breath then I finally die

You always made me feel so young
Now I wait too much for me
Longer still or so it seems
Or so it seems
Or so it seems

Four score and seven years to go
I've done it all with none to show

Now I wait too much for me
Longer still or so it seems

. . .


Coldness sets in like fingernails
Raked across the door
This room used to inspire me
Arouse me, now it's cold

There's a man 10 feet down the hall
Found to be (indistinguishable)
26 years of alibis
All mutual, of course

This old frame once was beautiful
The proof is on the shelf
This old frame once was beautiful
Close your eyes if it helps

Your hands used to work miracles
Skin on skin, I rush
Your hands used to work miracles
For me alone

4:19: (hardcore, parkour, the door?)

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Speak for us and push your cause
It's not me
It's not like me to lash out
So grace us with your intellect
It's not you
It's not up to you
To you
Not you

Try and stop us now
Speak for us and push your cause
One day their time will come again
You'll see

. . .


I am fused out of iron, iron x4

I am flawless, I will keep this under my control, control

I am fused out of iron, iron x4

I am flawless, I will keep this under my control
I am flawless, I promise to keep this under control

Iron

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It fills my nostrils and reminds me of a foreign plan
To roll October through December with an iron hand.
I was once a maiden on a voyage through a shipless sea
In the hull struck me with a knife, they're lurking in the deep

Lurking in the deep

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This is only a moderate mistake

But it gains speed as it gains weight

(I cannot decipher any of this line)

Chartrooms full of broken bones

From lush estates (??????)

And voices fade always in winter

Always run day in day outside of the box is cold but it's okay i'd walk on glass to please you

Please you

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My beds are always empty
If you don't count the ghosts
'Cause I have those aplenty

His name is Rose
So dear Rose is home
The sack of skin,
Is home somewhere I've been?

I can trace back my tracks
I can trace back my tracks.
Remorse in me is dwindling
Should I be wanting it back?
I can trace back my tracks
I can trace back
I need some of that wonderbread
My blood, dark red
Some things, not said
Not said

. . .


On the monkey's back
You paved the way but I lost track
Seize the day
I want my way

But the monkey's back
He grew such fingernails
He scratched he could impale
Never fails to hear why

So I fed him poison grapes
He spit the seeds into my face
And he escapes
To germinate

Weave and till my skin
Sprout seeds, chrysanthemum
Pull the weeds from my chin
We begin

On this monkey's back
He paved the way but I lost track
Seize the day, I'm on my way

But the monkey's back

He grew such fingernails
He scratched, he could impale
Never fails to hear why

So I fed him poison grapes
He spit the seeds into my face
And he escapes
To germinate

Weave and till my skin
Sprout seeds, chrysanthemum
Pull the weeds from my chin
We begin

On the monkey's back
On the monkey's back

(unintelligible mumbled outro verse)

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