1. |
Quagmire
04:39
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In my head, I am screaming
Foot at fault, at the best
In my bed, I am bleeding
Cower in the coming wave
This is where we all get off (get on)
Love long lost so what’s the use
Parse the seeds, and the bees
Merry-go-round ran out of juice
Close the shades on perspective
Solipsistic state of mind
Keep your eyes peeled on the screen
This is where it all runs off
This is where we all get off (get on)
Love long lost so what’s the use
Parse the seeds, and the bees
Merry-go-round ran out of juice
This is where we all get off (get on)
Love long lost so what’s the use
Parse the seeds, and the bees
Merry-go-round ran out of juice
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2. |
Tabs on Your Insides
04:02
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All the cramping in your stomach
All the fear behind your eyes
Boring holes in tattered dresses
We fuck to stave off daily life
Is this real or just projection?
Can you read between the lines?
Have you phoned in your direction?
They’re keeping tabs on your insides
Helping hands
Tear you down
Dog ears mark the words you love
Shiny lights inside yourself
Barrel roll accidents
Broken bones in safety nets
Grains of sand
Sorry sounds
Sickness spreads within the leaves
Spreading care infecting me
I wish I could be
A face in the crowd that you don’t see
Helping hands
Tear you down
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3. |
In Your Crime
03:33
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Eminent though unbeknownst, curiously kind
In your crime, sirens sound
Presently I say I won’t, afraid of what I’ll find
The things you hide, now I’ve found
The day book that I keep lays it out
These holdouts that I leave stay without
Taken back by recommends, be amongst the leaves
Your disease, holds me down
Cloaked from head to toe in red, buckled but relieved
To be seen, it all comes round
The day book that I keep lays it out
These holdouts that I leave stay without
Oh I say it goes all uphill from here
Oh I say it goes all uphill from here
Oh I say it goes all uphill from here
Oh I say it goes all uphill from here
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4. |
Mammoth & the Rage
04:12
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So the walls advance
Illuminance keeps me inside
I’d fancy a phone
I’m feeling verbose, old, and machined
In my brightest nights
Candlelight gnaws at my heart
Fluorescent winds howl
My Lover’s a ghost bound to my dreams
Like a lantern in the haze
Just a lunatic who raves
A mirage of angry light
Like a mammoth in a rage
At home in the dark
Living in my black dot
Conversation’s mad as a beast
Photons ring my brain
I hear them out there
Them sunbeam frenzies
Like a lantern in the haze
Just a lunatic who raves
A barrage of angry light
Like a mammoth in a rage
At home in the dark
So their mauling dance
Fractured little bits of my house
I’m prancing for none
I’ll burn in my blood
When they shine through the seams to me
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5. |
Thumper
02:55
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Heavy petting
And happy endings
Bodies wetting
Moved to hysteria
Naked Hades
Aphrodite
Give me ratings
You moody invertebrate
Come on, marry me
I’m a centerpiece
Amenities sucking on some candy
Dig my hairdo
While I eat you
Almond soma
Soothing delirium
Give us animus
Something animal
Give me all of it
I want your lunacy
Come on, marry me
You’re a centerpiece
Obscenities fucking in the havoc
Give me all of it
Give me all of it
Let me suffer it
I want your mania
Give me all of it
Give me all of it
Let me suffer it
I want your mania
Come on, marry me
We’re a centerpiece
Humanity’s lusting for a panic
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6. |
Nova Lady Ache
05:21
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You beat on my chest
In mellow moans
I’m least and a little less
Make me more, more, more
I nest in our bed
Get me stoned
And warm me up nice
Melt me on down
Down the well
Oh, well
Meet me in the pines
Get lost
Get gone with me again in the wild
And we won’t leave
Until they burn us down from the stars
A moon drunk in the woods
Watching souls roll, roll
Turn on a fire
And light me up like night
Surprise and collapse
And in the end
The bright of the black
Beats on elements
In mellow moans
Meet me in the pines
Get lost
Get gone with me again in the wild
And we won’t leave
Until they burn us down from the stars
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7. |
And Come Undone
04:36
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This is the cause we cannot cross
Rented failsafes sent from high above
These are the ways and means to pray
A pattern quilted quenched but not allayed
And come undone
The flies have blocked out the sun
America’s gone
They’re left here feeding on our own
This is the gun we give a child
For school safaris, practice in the wild
This is the sum of parts unknown
A future vestige, seeds that are not sown
And come undone
The flies have blocked out the sun
America’s gone
They’re left here feeding on our own
This is the kill that doesn’t come
Void reactions, zeroes from the one
This is the line of see and say
Oh can you see, a banner set ablaze
And come undone
The flies have blocked out the sun
America’s gone
They’re left here
Feeding and focused
And reeling in locus
And bleeding verboseness
And seething to choke on our own
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8. |
Trepidation Highway
04:24
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Corners lined with pantomimes
Defending what they do
A thousand bloody valentines
For the dreams they let diffuse
I’m out here
With the bugs
It’s so clear
I’m static, stunned
Channel change mentality
Musings from the chute
Trepidation highway
Insipid tiptoe rules
I’m out here
With the bugs
It’s so clear
I’m static, stunned
I’m out here
With the bugs
It’s so clear
I’m static, stunned
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9. |
Simulacrum I
04:23
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Gone to yellow hills to sleep on the ground
Roll like thunder
Making love in the crowd
All splintered bones
A fragile physique
Some are strung up here
Some just need to breathe
Gone to yellow hills with mist in their mouths
Some are strung out on the movement of the clouds
Gone to yellow hills to see the armies ache
Some have come to free the vultures of their pain
Bring blind men eyes
They need a good samaritan
Brain-dead hindsight
The weather is dead
A whole world is watching
Above the smoke
There’s only sky
Gone like Buffalo
Gone like the snow
Gone to flame when all the world is sold
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10. |
Southsea Hants
05:20
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The smell of cigarettes is as thick
As a thousand fools dancing on a cliff
The balladeers describe the heat
While air-brushed artists rape the meat
We all drift along
With sculptures in our songs
We all lay blame to excuses
When the sculptures slip and fall
The audacity that you’d even be speaking to me cannot be
Comprehended in these words
To get my point across I’d have to twist, contort, and fuss
In colors you can’t begin to see
We all drift along
No borders or canon to believe
In silent relief
We thank god for not existing
Regurgitate my stolen goods
I’ll show you what’s been hiding underneath my hood
Blasting blessed archetypes
With bladed soundscapes hidden in the words
We all learn to spawn
So the next batch can ingest
And reaching out, glove in hand
Under the shell in distress
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Maim me
Don’t wanna do it?
Signs in from the lighthouse
Flooded bare
Haunting self-immolations pour down the stairs
A hunger here
A victim there
And nightmares near
An empty belly
Full on market days
A sycophant
A jaundiced eye
An anchorite
Sang bright as a bomb burning black
Silence
As the neutron phantoms pass
Down the way and by the by
We fall away and slip from time
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