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1. |
Clocks In The Soil
04:44
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Research says
The world resets
Clocks in the soil
Ice on the roof
Tick tick... Flood
From the analyst’s lens —
It’s nearly guaranteed, yes —
We’re heading straight into a frostfall repeat
Yes, a new frozen stretch
(Like before, like before)
Upper zones of the map
Turnin’ brittle, turnin’ white
We’re starting to see—
Disasters that rumble
Oceans misbehave
Sky re-negotiates
White sky, loud ground
Melt rise, sink town
Snow globe, cracked dome
This is your city, this is your home
This is your city, this is your—
From the labs and the data
The tale gets colder
The seas, they swell
Coasts turn into memory
Harbors into myths
Amsterdam. Jakarta. New York. Gone.
Displace. Replace. Displace. Replace.
The water climbs. The walls fall down.
All the knowledge says this:
Major shift — near future
You’ll have to leave the life
You built beneath the sun
People won't stay
Where people once stayed
The calendar breaks
The ground rearranges
And in about forty turns,
Or maybe twenty less—
The water walks in
Through your front door
It’s comin’
It’s comin’
It’s movin’
It’s movin’
Too late
No plan
Ice lands
On man
That’s the signal from the coastlines
That’s the whisper from the floodplain
That’s the ticking of the heat line
That’s the shiver in the sand
Amsterdam. Jakarta. New York. Gone.
Floodline. Shoreline. Deadline. Lifeline.
Forty years. Maybe fewer. Forty years. Maybe sooner.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
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2. |
Island Givers
05:16
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Signals flashing…
Can’t choose the angle...
No side, no side, no side...
Still waiting... still waiting... swollen swell…
When the dusk flickers, the pulses twitch through transmitters
Bizarre transmissions drift in loops, they speak in riddles
Beached sun-things, nowhere to curl or cling
Still poised for the autumn swell to swing
No line to follow—
No yes, no no, no way to know
I went the dust road
Dead verge, rust shoulder
Stepped ‘cross the liquid spine
Above, old stones leaned forward
Faded offspring
Cracked foundation
The veiled nether-folk flew high
And sonic sheets
Cracked at the clouds
With twisted steel—
Skyline rained down
Like copper tongues in holy crowds
O Earthbound Voice, behold the flood!
We whisper farewell to meat and mud
If the tides fall mute and dry,
Only the island-givers will survive—
Drink it in, you dreamers—you're runnin’ dry!
(runnin’ dry… runnin’ dry… runnin’ dry…)
When the wash calls out—
You got no den, you got no shell
Lightning snap—
You’re ten thousand brains in one loud yell
Don’t blink away from the floodlit screen
The role is gone
There’s just this—us—
This flicker, this scene
And if we snap before first sun,
They’ll scavenge what we used to become
O Earthbound Voice, behold the flood!
We whisper farewell to meat and mud
If the sea stays hushed and numb,
It’s the givers that will overcome—
Guzzle now, dreamkin—you're runnin' dry!
(dry-dry-dry…)
Drink it in, you dreamers—you're runnin’ dry!
We gave the island… gave the island… gave the island...
Flesh, flood, silence, sky...
Runnin’ dry... runnin’ dry...
Still waiting... swollen swell...
Dreamers, dreamers, dreamers dry…
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3. |
Milwaukee Smile
07:27
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Milwaukee face
Smile
grin
hold it
She
laughs wind
Wind in a dress
Wind with teeth
I move toward
She slides away
Charm fails
charm fails
Small puzzle
tiny spell
I fall in
Fall in
whispers
pleas
Touch her soft
Soft, then gone
Echoes
Echoes
Little moves
Curved noise
Gentle filth
So tender
Obscene sweetness
So quiet
So quiet you scream
Delicate
Delicate
Quarter-step
Prayer spin
Dust drum
Dance grin
Half-hoping
Half-faking
Simple kiss
Simple miss
Sky shakes
Sky rattles
She pretends with grace
I perform disgrace
Still it’s
Still it’s
Sweet
To
Remember
Might-be
Might-be
Smile again
City grin
Wind again
Spin again
One more time
Milwaukee light
Pretend it right
Smile like light
smile like city
Rattle the high
Tremble the air
Shake up the sky
Spill all the care
She pretends with grace
I perform disgrace
I remember the maybe
The way it could taste
Taste the smile
smile the fall
grin that breaks
laugh through it all!
Touch, Touch
Curve
Wind
Grin
Spin
Disgrace
Race
Pretend
End
Smile like Milwaukee
smile like Milwaukee
grin it again
grin it again
grin it again
Grin like a city
Laugh like a breeze
Fall into mystery
Might never please
Whispers and riddles
She’s gone already
I’m still smiling
Milwaukee burns
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4. |
Reveal
05:21
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Dr. Harlan Quist
It is not possible
To reach the purpose
Without a fracture
Without the ache
No gain—without burn
No gain—without burn
R-E-V-E-A-L
R-E-V-E-A-L
Uncover—Reveal!
R-E-V-E-A-L
Reveal
R-E-V-E-A-L
Reveal
(Say it—spell it—burn it—yell it)
Dr. Quist:
It cannot be reached...
Unless you feel it
Unless it tears you
Unless it changes you
Aim is pain
Path is flame
Crack it open
Name the name
R-E-V-E-A-L
(Reveal!)
R-E-V-E-A-L
(Revealed...)
R-E-V-E-A-L
(You can’t escape the heat...)
R-E-V-E-A-L
(Let it break you—let it show)
Dr. Quist
It is not—
Possible—
To strike the target—
Without shaking
Without splitting
Without trembling
R-E-V-E-A-L
R-E-V-E-A-L
Reveal! Reveal! Reveal!
(Revealed... re-vealed... re-vealed...)
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5. |
Distant Inside
04:44
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One so hollow...
So hollow... so hollow...
She came with storms...
With waves... With depth...
Wish for her—wish for rest—wish to hold—wish to mend—
A being so quiet, so distant inside
(It bruised my thought—it shaped my prayer)
I craved to offer—
The pulse inside me
I longed to gather—
Fold her in warmth
To give her my love / to give her my time / to give her my hands / to give her my mind
She was hollow
She was hollow
She was hollow
Came with pages
Heavy pages
Sighs and signals I had never felt
Except—maybe—Lena
Yes, maybe Lena
She was like a sister
She was a sister
(She—was—always—mine)
Creature with noise inside
Creature with ocean eyes
Creature with thunder skin
I remembered Lena
She was my echo
She was my blood
That a soul could drift so far
It shaped my wish
To offer her my rhythm
To hold her for all suns
To help her rest—
To help her rest
She who was hollow
Came with tremors
Tremors and pages
And murmured things I'd never known
Except maybe Lena
Maybe Lena
She was always
She was always
She was always
(My sister)
Hollow... hollow... hollow...
Pages... pages... waves...
Except for Lena... she was mine...
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6. |
No Obstacle To Function
08:00
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If you’re aware of your sour disposition
And people make your skin itch
This is not a block
This is not a block
To contribution
To function
To meaning
I know
That I could
Spend the whole remainder
Of this long, strange breathing
Beside you
Inside you
Beside you
One certainty remains—
A llama ain’t a bird of the wind
Baaaah!
BaaAAHH!
New regime in town
Wire fraud
Whispered bribes
Skimming dreams
Postal deceit
Tax shadows
Racketeer sunrise
The saddest chord in the hemisphere
Three notes—
Hopeless
Hopeless
Descending like a puddle
If your nature is acidic
If people bother you
This does not mean
You cannot operate
You cannot align
You can build
It is no blockade
It is no wall
It is no barrier
Not to function
Not to work
Not to serve
Sour hearts can spark machines
Crooked minds can drive the wheel
Even cold hands shape the steel
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7. |
Something Wired
02:43
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Uh-huh… Hey—can I…?
Can I spin—
Can I spin you a segment
Of the new arrangement?
(Hey! Something I've been working on…)
Been shaping… been slicing… been shimmering—
Could be popular…
Could be potent…
Could be—
Mainstream, mainframe, feedback loop!
No, wait—wait a sec—
Forget that!
Rewind the tape,
Reverse the line—
Let me… start again…
Reset the dial—
One more time—
Three.
Four.
(Wires in my hand / signals in my head)
The groove isn't born, it mutates instead
Click-clack—
Tick-tock—
Glitch the beat
I reintroduce myself—on repeat.
Something new / Something wired
Voices looped / Circuits fired
Can I play you?
(Play you...)
Can I play you?
(Play you...)
Something I’ve been conjuring up in the static
Something built—
for the feed,
for the rhythm,
for the frantic.
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8. |
Real Bad Hex
04:53
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Burning—
Hey—Burning—
I’m a matchstick now
(Snap crack)
Hold my skin
Sweat begins
Circuits jolt / Heat within
You—you—you…
Real bad hex
Real bad deal
This is my…
My…
Dharma—Dharma—Dharma.
You—light—me—up
Up and gone
Up and wrong
It's just a bet
It’s just a bad bad bet
Roll the bones
You own my head
Ooh ooh—go crazy!
You’re a ritual doctor
You’re a chaos reactor
Make me wild
With you
With you—with you!
Strategic collapse—
(Talk to me!)
Tactical relapse—
(Whisper it!)
Terminal silence
A hostile alliance
Equations break
Relations fake
Transactional fever
Is all that’s left—
Is all that’s left!
We—we—we—we…
(We please)
(We tease)
We burn, we burn
You ask for my gaze
You demand my spark
But I’m turned
But I’m blank
No more light
No more lamp
Mystic said—
“See only the light”
Rhythm's my anchor
Rhythm’s my rite
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah—OHHHHH yeah!
Swami Ranjit speaks in spirals:
“Think nothing. Nothing sees God. Nothing sees God.”
Can you see it?
(No thought—no thought—no thought—)
I flare / I flick
I drop the war
You say the word
I lose the shore
Put down—feel flat
Emotions sealed like that
Give me a lift!
Break me loose
Male emancipation is my holy juice
Strategic interaction
Collapsed reaction
Hostile devotion
Fraction of motion
Infected affection
Is the only connection
We—
We burn—we burn—
(We’re burning now!)
We burn we burn we burn—
You fire me wild
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That’s the form
That’s the shape
That’s the flow because the flow flows like that
It shapes because it forms because it fits
That’s how it spins
Because it must spin that way
It’s like that—
Because that’s how it always winds down
In the route that it runs
In the bend that it takes
The course that repeats
That’s the reason it shapes
That’s the reason it shapes
(It was shaped that way)
It flows, it falls — because it’s formed
It’s this, it’s that — because it must be
That’s the loop — that’s the groove
That’s the move — that’s the truth
Because it is — because it has to be
Because it has to be — that’s why it is
Or perhaps
It’s just that way
Because it stayed that way
Because it didn’t un-become that shape
That’s the shape
That’s the weight
That’s the way it lands
That’s the way it lands
Form becomes habit
Habit becomes law
Law becomes loop
And the loop is the law
I might not be made of much
But I’ve had too much of you
I’m a scratch in your tape
A kink in your flow
I’m the fold in your rhythm
The kink in your show
That’s the pattern
That’s the pulse
That’s the frame
That’s the cause
That’s the loop
That’s the glitch
That’s the rule
That’s the stitch
That it is the way it is
Because it couldn’t be any other
That it could be
Means it was
That’s the shape it became
Because it had nowhere else to form
That’s the bend
That’s the route
That’s the path
That’s the pout
That is the way
That is the shape
That is the pattern
That is the state
That is the way
That is the groove
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10. |
Your Place, My Place
04:40
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Your space
My place
Your space
My place
Your space
My place
Your space
My place
Then go—
Go now—
There's the edge—
Take the door!
This is not your zone
This is not your zone
You don’t hold the deed
You just breathe the air
This is not your ground
This is not your shell
You're chasing smoke
You're swallowing sparks
You're chasing shadows
You're dancing with ghosts
Don’t label me—
Don’t push me down—
Don’t shame the sound—
I hold my ground
It’s a life!
It’s a choice!
It’s a weight!
It’s a voice!
You don’t know the code
You don’t write the name
What grows inside
Is not your blame
Cut the line / Break the thread / Say the word / Leave unsaid
Your space
My place
Your space
My place
YOUR space
MY PLACE
All voices clash
Well go—go on
That’s the edge—
Take the door!
You’re holding lightning
You’re breaking silence
You carry something
Don’t call it shame
Don’t call it yours
Don’t call it gone
Don’t call it wrong
My place
Your space
My place
Your...
Take the door... Take the door... Take the door...
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11. |
Loop Back
03:39
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Lenora says “Stop.”
Lenora speaks soft
Locked door. Locked door.
Coffee steam—
Secrets rise
They speak—
They whisper
My cousin’s name
My parents' shame
Teeth clenched
Eyes wide
Don’t scream
(Don’t shriek—don’t shriek)
Disengage
Withdraw
Disengage—disengage—disengage
She scans my cracks
My fragments, my folds
(Folded paper, broken code)
I would lie
I would spy
All to keep them clean
She says
“Wait in the hall”
The floor’s alive
Walls breathe
I try—try not to shiver
Not to shake—not to SHAKE
Disengage
Disengage
Retreat—repeat
Words to her
Little words
Half-spoken, half-lost
Convenient language
Convenient truth
I drift to the frame
Hand on the door
Lenora howls—
“That’s just a metaphor!”
(You think you’re leaving?)
Disengage
You think—
You think you leave
But you loop
You loop back
You say nothing
She says more
You say nothing
She says more
Withdraw
Withdraw
Withdraw—Withdraw
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12. |
Still The Heat
03:42
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Flame—
Flame in the North
We look—we look
We stare
So far
So crisp
So far
So crisp
Now—touch it
Touch it here
Here is heat
Here is warm
Nearness
Nearness
(Now-now-now)
Inside you
Beside you
With care-care-care
How full
How soft
Now now now—
Now reach!
Time slows
Time stills
I don’t move
This night
I'm still
Stillness fills
This moment
Fills the frame
Still the heat
Still the flame
Still the night
Still the name
(Now touch, now reach!)
Northern flicker
We stare—we wait
We look—we burn
We see—we learn
How far?
How clear?
How far—how clear—how far—how clear—
Touch here—reach there
Fingers warm
Flesh near
Inside you
Inside me
With care—with care—with care
Loop that
Repeat it
Loop that
Repeat it
(Love. Love. Love.)
I stand / She waits
In a hall / In a hush
By the door / Near the door
I lean / She leans
On the ledge / In the wind
I look forward
She looks behind
I want the opening
She waits for the close
(For the close—for the close—for the close...)
Flame in the North
Flame in the dark
Burning point—burning mark
How far—
How sharp—
How close—
How clear—
Touch again—reach here
Stay near
Stay near
(End. End. Northern flame.)
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13. |
Total Setup
08:29
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So the whole tale’s a full-on fabrication.
A staged stunt. Heh, heh, heh!
A grand illusion—
(ha, ha, ha)
A painted trick—
(ha, ha, ha)
A busted tale—
(ha! ha! ha!)
It never happened!
It never was!
Big hoax!
(hoax, hoax, hoax)
Laugh track!
(track-laugh-track)
Pull the screen!
(curtain drop, curtain fake)
Fabrication nation!
(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)
Who said it first?
Did you say it last?
Heh heh—
Repeat the false—
Repeat the phrase—
False alarm!
Big laugh!
Total setup!
A big hoax! (heh!)
Big setup! (ha!)
Grand bluff! (ha ha!)
Full ruse! (ha ha ha!)
(overlapping)
A big hoax, a big hoax—
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha—
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