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Legend Trippin'

from Goodnight, St. Idiot by Saint Idiot

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The mind hotel, cardboard city
like Orion's belt tightening
It used to be just posturing
now the hunger's getting a little real

Osiris, this clan violence
what my Jesus hand requires
the science is not flawless
God is putting out your fires

at heaven's gate, got taken for the dunce
reverse roulette—you're dead all but once
heavy stars traversing
garbage flowing over us
it's in our house now

I'm writing for the sideshow
but I'm saying more with typos
I know what is on my mind though
my sole addiction is meaning in contradiction
make the devil meditate
then you'll get the picture
repeatedly made possible by neon
we do it all professional like Leon
in the haze over Osaka
that yen euro and dollar
plastic melting in your wallet

its a form of magic, to attract it without asking,
laughing, St. Idiot is rapping on the casket,
watch it! he's no kind of has-been
tough bastard, like a HAZMAT suit ass-backwards

he's comin'

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from Goodnight, St. Idiot, released April 10, 2018
feat. Ethan Bokma on Clarinet, and Cam O'Neill on drums

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Saint Idiot Edmonton, Alberta

Saint Idiot (Tomáš Andel) is a Slovak-Canadian art pop musician living in Edmonton. While Tomáš is often writing his way through all that can come up when one risks feeling deeply in an often unfeeling world—doubt, grief, desolation—his music has been described as reverent, downright ecstatic—a "music of surprises.” It is often compared to the music of Sufjan Stevens and Björk. ... more

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