1. |
Strings ad nauseam
03:37
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I can’t win when the chip are in
In my pocket
I can’t understand why my luck has run out
Run out on me
Run out on me
I’ve been working for the insurance company
The company
The company
The company’s dime
Dime
Dime
Roads are eroding underneath the tires
I’m so tired
So tired of sleeping at the wheel
The roads are eroding
my dreams aren’t evolving
The world stops revolving
The world stops revolving
The world stops
And smells the melatonin
The world stops
The world stops
Evolution is not a linear process
Process
When so much code is rotten
Rotten to the core
When so much code is rotten
Rotten to the core
The strings repeat ad nauseam
The strings repeat ad nauseam
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2. |
Learning by Machine
04:09
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I want to look at you
And not run off the road
I want to look at you
And not disintegrate your bones
Side by side in a car
Closer than before
You don’t have to touch me
My hands are gnarled
If i don’t keep steering
You could be my yesterday
I would miss the context
in the rearview mirror
I want to look at you
And not run off the road
I want to look at you
I’d rather just keep you whole
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3. |
Mountain2
03:15
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I see you in the mountain
A tiny glowing stream
Blends the shifting boundary
Of an effervescent dream
Loosen your grip
Unclench your fists
Now’s not the time
To balk or resist
Eat what your fed
Sit where your led
You can't control what’s
Over your head
They left us with nothing to show for it
They left us with nothing to show for it
They left us with nothing to show for it
They left us with nothing to show for it
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Artemis shot her arrows and made Ares the ass out of me
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5. |
Off a Steep Cliff
04:42
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I have traveled so far
A machine in perpetual motion
Fueled only by limerent love
In the combustion chamber
I have traveled along
The contours of your body
They’ve taken me off a steep cliff
And left me not knowing
what to do with it
My hands are out in the air
Seeking to receive the instruction
Can they be guided by the wind?
The scent of bergamot and jasmine
My hands are out in the air
I don’t know what to do with them
I don’t know what to do
With them
I have traveled along
The contours of your body
Tracing smoke signals
A sign to feed the fire
My hands are out in the air
I don’t know what to do with them
Can they be guided by the wind
Take me to your destination
My hands are out in the air
Seeking to receive the instruction
Can they be guided by the wind
The scent of bergamot and jasmine
Now that I’ve looked
I want to touch
And now that I’ve touched
I can sense the codes
pulsating through your body
I know these paths and maps like the back of my…
Hands functioning independently
A driver safely steering you
I don’t have to stop looking at you
Because you always give me something to do
With my hands
I’m a learned machine now
You taught me how to love you
You taught me
How to love you
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6. |
Life in a Snowglobe
03:38
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Concave skies around me
As if it might collapse
Just another Tuesday
In this water trapped
Nothing ever moves here
Until you shake things up
And wipe away the dust
It's not that complicated
There's nothing you can't see
Everything's curated
Fixated scenery
Nothing ever moves here
Until you shake things up
And wipe away the dust
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7. |
Turn Me Into Gold
02:57
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When I was 20
A sick grubby thing
Hundreds of legs
Bristled by feelings
Waiting for apples
To drop to the ground
Searching for you
Nowhere to be found
I say annihilate the cold
Give me your most
Obvious metaphor
I say annihilate the cold
And turn me into gold
No monarch emerging
Shunned by chrysalis
Pores collapsing
Stiffened by dying skin
I say annihilate the cold
Give me your most
Obvious metaphor
I say annihilate the cold
And turn me into gold
And after all these deaths
I had one life left
From the cocoon emerging
A fully formed version
That I gave to you
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8. |
Retracing Bliss
03:53
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Give me this
Give me this
Give me this bliss
I don’t deserve it
I don’t deserve it
Tonight I’m incepting you a dream
A dream free of anxiety
You don’t have to hide from me
In your dreams
In your dreams
Give me this
Give me this
Give me this bliss
I don’t deserve it
I don’t deserve it
But I need it
I need it
Today the sun did not burn away our dream
This dream that I retraced in the words you wrote to me
The earthquakes inside my body
(I am fractured)
Inside my body
(I am fractured)
Inside my body
You put me to particles
Give me this
Give me this
Give me this bliss
I don’t deserve it
I don’t deserve it
But I need it
I need it
Give me this penitent ecstasy
Give me this karmic agony
Because I fucking deserve it
I fucking deserve it
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9. |
Sensory Claustrophobes
04:27
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My daughter’s off her meds
Fantano’s on the Talking Heads
Everyone’s got their own
Nails on the chalkboard
Now she’s got a fear of music
And we’re all collectively losing it
Now my tongue is speaking
Along with the laundry
Clutter cycling strange
Vestibularly misplaced
Clutter cycling strange
Vestibularly replaced
Everyone’s got their own
Nails on the chalkboard
Everyone’s got their own
Sensory claustrophobes
Stumbling around the house
Wreaking havoc
Breaking dishes
In the kitchen
Blunting shin bones
Snubbing toes
I’m not having such a good fucking time
Are you?
Everyone’s got their own
Nails on the chalkboard
Everyone’s got their own
Sensory claustrophobes
I’m not having a good time
Are you having a good time?
I’m not having such a good fucking time
Are you having a good time?
Everyone’s got their own
Nails on the chalkboard
Everyone’s got their own
Sensory claustrophobes
We’re a family of sensory claustrophobes
We’re a family of sensory claustrophobes
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My counterfactuals
Are acting up again
Here I am, Here I am
Here I am, Here I am
Trying to catapult my brain
Up into your astral plane
It’s hard to grab a hold
Grab a hold, grab a hold
Your skin slippery with rain
Here I am, Here I am
Here I am, Here I am
Reaching for your astral plane
When I feel your breathing
Become peaceful and even
Then I know you’re dreaming
I try to push, try to push
Try to push into
This dream that You’re creating
Has this piece always been missing?
Never knew I was so deficient
You get me high, get me high
Get me high-high
You get me high, so fucking high
It was a homecoming
The first time we met
A path worth recovering
This rain has got me wet
Got me wet, got me wet, got me wet
This rain has got me wet
You have made me realize
Everything I didn’t know I needed
My counterfactuals
Are acting up again
Here I am, Here I am
Here I am, Here I am
Trying to catapult my brain
Up into your astral plane
If you lay down the tracks
And provide the ramp
I will jump, I will jump
I will jump
Will you please catapult me
Up into your astral plane?
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11. |
The Same Black Maps
03:16
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And then I could not believe my eyes
The sun rise
Full of lightning strikes
The sun rise
Full of lightning strikes
The sun rise
Strings in a tangle
Make my heart work harder
Strings in a tangle
I'm dizzy with charged ions
Assembling appendages
Like starlings over 270
And I could not believe
That these were the same black maps
That I once wrote to you
Before I knew you
Before I knew you
Lighting strikes
A grid drained of power
Lightning strikes
No power, no power
And then I did not need my eyes
To find you
You were always there in the dark
I found you
I found you
In your arms I feel
Like the sinking sun
Burning through clouds
Melting the landscape
Melting the landscape
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12. |
Walking Wasting
04:50
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I’ve buried my secret life
Backwards in the rising tides
I’m the newest disassociate
At the firm of blank and slate
Ready to make the change
Endless motion
Sinking rotting
A tired wheel
Spinning without oil
No more progress
Wasting cycle
Softly hear
No one near
Too many faces
Walking wasted
Trash compactor
Jaws are locked
Soil removal
Slug refusal
All the world’s depleted
A washed out empty warehouse
I’ve buried my secret life
Backwards in the rising tides
I’m the newest disassociate
At the firm of blank and slate
I hope i can make the change
Before I get replaced
Before I get replaced
Before I get replaced
I’ll die at my desk in trade
I’ll die at my desk in trade
Before I get replaced
Before I get replaced
I’ll die at my desk in trade
I’ll die at my desk in trade
Too old to relocate
I’ll die at my desk in trade
I’ll die at my desk
Die at my desk
Die at my desk
Die at my desk
I’ll die at my desk in trade
I’ll die at my desk
I’ve buried my secret life
Backwards in the rising tides
I’m the last disassociate
To never make the change
Never make the change
I’ll never make the change
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