Plateau Phase/no Careerism No Corruption Lyrics - Of Montreal

Fucked in your driveway, in your driveway 

Of pejorative outreach outliers 

And transgenic operatives 

Ascetic dandy send don't care captions 

No creation, no infinite regress 

Nostalgia fists disposable outcomes 

Churning desperation bliss 

Hydeaus hertz of libido squawking 

No creation, no infinite regress 

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Acyanoblepsia 

Or is it only a face? 

How long will you stay impressed 

By this precariat? 

In the embrace of anodyne 

Writer's block we feel Orgone 

Energy better 

I want all your love to stay pure 

I don't want to make you insecure 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the government breathing 

We can hear the dark matter breeding 

(Making party, making party) 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the multiverse seeding 

We can hear the simulation wheezing 

Making party, making party 

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Lunging wrecks of forced abstraction 

Crying for she who only ashtrays 

Both hands on amphetamine solutions 

Repetition, tension idée fixe 

Making a sport of body pollution 

Evening's agenda stable TV 

Computer fetus, leaking of sadness 

No creation, no infinite regress 

In a fine mist of dune braid 

Strangers go touch free on the plane 

Starvation of what we can hear 

The plateau phase of you being near 

Always such an effort 

Oh, shut up, I want to get to know you even better 

Listen to your enemies parch 

Swim to your hysterical arch 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the government breathing 

We can hear the dark matter breeding 

Making party, making party 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the multiverse seeding 

We can hear the simulation wheezing 

Making party, making party 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the government breathing 

We can hear the dark matter breeding 

Making party, making party 

If we put our ear to the ceiling 

We can hear the multiverse seeding 

We can hear the simulation wheezing 

Making party, making party