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Talk is Cheap
01:08
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money doesn't talk
it makes decisions for us
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my name is confidential
there is no reason why you should think to repeat
i don't need symphony
i just need music made for meaning, not courtesy
three minutes is not enough to say
that it's the radio to blame
i have artwork that's in the form of song
that needs to turn into something physical
permissible
i don't see why this is portrayed as something strange nowadays
three minutes is not enough to say
that it's the radio to blame
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3. |
Seizing
01:49
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you picked the locks
and broke right in
you cleaned out clocks
choked on celastrus
sang in minor keys
violence for sickness
obedient and free
to breathe
and plea
for rest
beat us into the ground
bury us deep in the sound
(it's the kind of interference that grows)
beat us into the ground
bury deep in the snow
the winter pavement blankets heads
as stomping falls
and with our fingers count to seventeen
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4. |
Baroque and Bones
01:34
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though yr time was wasted
painting ambience on pavement
though we may be different
our flies will act the same
please don't i have children
they're waiting
treetops bearing hillside mannered
table cloths with layered patterns
factors considered
i am the soil blossoming panicles
best to try and stay
i'll try to keep my distance
i'll keep my distance
we've dug ourselves too deep to quit
and all this tells us is we're fading quick
(why don't we break the law
genetic splicing
why don't we break the law
mutant children)
as thoughts build up
like brick laid walls
built up
to only fall back down
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5. |
Pourvoise
02:32
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yr eyes are thick like sunshine
hiding in between the trees
these days will only last in memory
let's turn off all the lights so we can see
we're stuck in a prison but at least it's you and me
i hope that's how you like it cos this place comes not for free
yeah i'm afraid of commitment
but i'm not afraid of you
the world will be surprised once we are a thru
think of all the good that we can do
inamoratas
girl you make my soul escape engulfing me with sound
it gets so hard to fall asleep when you are not around
i hope you feel the same when i'm alone and not around
once you came across me i was found
you make me keep my feet stiff on the ground
inamoratas
eudaimonia
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6. |
AP II
02:31
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endless warfare
perpetuating
provocateurs
in our salvation
trade taste
for cultivation
seeds of debt by billions
false flags
profits
false information
our seeds grow vacant
warfare
endless warfare
perpetuating
provocateurs
in our salvation
our salvation
our salvation
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7. |
Cartilage
01:49
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sheltered speak-ease battle ground
trusted promises never make an honest sound
though it's good to know you've settled down
it's good to know our volunteers are dry yet eager to astound
nihilist
can't you find a single reason to exist?
politics grow thinner
and tease with every sip
night forecasted apocalypse
push him down the stairs
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8. |
B.T.D.
02:11
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resting place
blackened peace
nevessary
technology
you embellish me
now that you've seen
you kill me
technology
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9. |
Musical Chairs
02:42
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i'm sick
of yr circumsizing
generalizing speech
meanwhile you teach
others to breach
confidentiality
by this point we've all learned that it's
hard to earn mystique
yes i have yearned
to return
to my consciousness in sleep
oh, to return
to my consciousness in sleep
i'm tired of yr globalized
economy deceit
yet once we see nature's defeat
we won't bother asking for receipts
pass on the responsibility
the devil makes a duet
pass on the responsibility
the devil makes you do it
oh, to return
to my consciousness in sleep
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it's all been done before. why can't i be
a bit more original: i'm stuck i'm much too full
apologies for all the lies i did not speak
for all the sickness i have given to the trees
i wish that i was like the butterflies
fluttering inside yr gut inside yr stomach lining
i'm a leech, i'm coniferous
i'm a leech, teach us. teach us. teach us
calculate from all the fractions of mistake
for all god's sake,this is a freak society
corner stones and shade beneath this dying tree
i'm fermented, i am free-based but i am not free
communicate and plan escape coherently
this convictions towards addictions are distorting senses of reality
i'm a leech, i'm coniferous
i'm a leech, teach us. teach us. teach us
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Sleet
02:03
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caught of guard
you cease to display
yr trust is ours now, love
i'll let you let go
i'll let you leave me here
yr trust is ours now, love
trust in us
yr trust is ours now, love
caught in dismay
illustrations of stars
yr trust is ours now, love
yr trust is ours
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12. |
June 13th
03:08
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... and the streets are paved in infancy
we will choose to bathe in bile
and all or empty hands will hold birth still
great contortionist, yr limbs are severed clean
call sanctuary
my vacant womb will pollinate and scream
...and though it's sad to see you go
like branches leave their young to grieve
in graves so graciously
with yr father's sins no yours and yours alone
....and when all else failing flesh will graft to bone
the mouths of hounds will feed
call sactuary
...and all the colours bleed like hooks for hanging meat
...and mouths will feed
all empty hands will hold birth still (hold birth still)
as the floors collapse beneath our own free will
and charity
call sanctuary
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13. |
Home
03:24
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yr hearts still dreaming out of sympathy
yr eyes still bitter from anomaly
we call this progression but i strongly disagree
i disagree
from nothing came something that i did not need
you can watch along the hillsides
the horizon and the sea
we're not so complex but it was difficult to read
all of this as an oppourtunity
find me shelter. let's sleep for days
walk in circles, i can't find my way
back home
i've been wandering with tired feet
mouthed with discretion and a hint of defeat
we call this confession
but it's difficult to speak
i've returned from the moonlight to these dying streets
as all the people sleep like babies wrapped in their sheets
not a soul for me to meet
pillowcases will hid my face
walk in circles, i can't find my way
back home
find me shelter. let's sleep for days
walk in circles, i can't find my way
back home
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14. |
Faux Tuxedo 22
01:41
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half of what is said is meaningless
cornered down the drain to gluttonous
un-predictability i miss
half of what i spew is bull shit
lack of temporary clever wit
tied to subsidiary relevance
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15. |
Bed of Nails
03:05
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evening crisp apple cores in radiance
trapped by yr ambient eyes
that keep me in time
spinal chords draped by yr patience
while domestic train stations
direct toward floral skies
and valentines stained
washed away in vain
drenched in umbilical rain
i'll have my ears cleaned by tomorrow's time
so you'll have more lies to analyze
i refuse your bed of nails
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