1. |
Echoes Within
04:03
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Don’t be dragged away
Below
Nameless hurricanes
To come
Into dead estates
Down the door
Billions blameless
Trapped, hegemonic, debasement
Electrical satellites
Echoes within
Don’t eat up wonder drugs
In the
Heaven full of fun
To come
Down those stolen doors past
Vines within
Billions blameless
Facts, epistemic, containment
Electrical satellites
Echoes within
So alike
All stories fake
This story is fake too
But it matters what you do
All stories fake
Don’t be glad nor dragged away
Under
Nameless hurricanes
Bound to come
Into dead estates
Right down the door
Billions, blameless
Cush, catastrophic, contagious
Electrical satellites
Echoes within
So alike
All stories fake
This story is fake too
But it matters what you do
All stories fake
Yet ringing through with certitude
It matters what you do
What you do
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2. |
Sympathetic Light
04:08
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The dreams of kings
Stabbing at throats
The weight of high position
Through treasonous eyes
Loyalties mean
Bare, begging, frantic, it’s not me
The bonds of honor do
As often the deed
That shouldn’t be done
Below the sun
Spreading a trench
Muscle raw and shaking
No reverence held
Calloused machines
Matchstick jungles constantly
The bonds of honor do
As often the deed
That shouldn’t be done
And bad traditions, oppressed, as victims
Get a sympathetic light
Announce the news
There’s nothing to do
In suits, confused
Kids buying them out
Of things that could cost nothing
Is hard as hell
And loads to know
Unending hours huff gaslit ghosts
And still the bonds of honor do
As often the deed
That shouldn’t be done
And bad traditions, oppressed, as victims
Get a sympathetic light
Announce the news
There’s nothing to do
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3. |
His Better Days
04:01
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November falls
In faithful sequence, always
Make to bluff the slips away
The daily bouts
Compound in sequence, every
Worried face so wronged will be
Never an hour goes by, he said
Before my mind is somewhere else
Falling for some new drug
Hospitals, police
Please release him, at last, to his better days
Compulsive calls
Oh no, it’s never like that
He will say such things removed
December crow
A bland and blinking modem
Proof of ways to soldier through
Never an hour goes by, he said
Before my mind is somewhere else
Falling for some new drug
Hospitals, police
Please release him, at last, to his better days
Please release him, at last
Another scene
His face held still by floorboards
Tee-shirt stains and stunned relief
Never an hour goes by, he said
Before my mind is somewhere else
Falling for some new drug
Hospitals, police
Please release him, at last, to his better days
Please release him, at last
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4. |
And What
04:30
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On trees reshaped as ships
With seeds and steel within
As Gods or acts of God
And what
Egos in despair fill suits everywhere
Dreamers on the seats hands high in the air
Toward the eons coming
To reckless winners
Long lost
From human cargo holds
Horizons dropped away
Gains interest still today
And what
Egos in despair fill suits everywhere
Dreamers on the seats hands high in the air
Toward the eons coming
To reckless winners
Long lost
I was in despair and I didn’t care
We were on our seats hands high in the air
Toward the eons coming
Toward the eons coming
As debts on debt regress
So gamed the least of life
With striving all the time
And what
And on and on and on
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5. |
The Switch to 36
06:36
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Fade home through the door from work
Man greets episodic lifeless hand
Foundation to an inch and a half of leaning ash
Blanketing the box through which what's chosen what to see
Switch to 36 and the ashes fall
All so traditional
Camera crawls up the arm to the face
Zoom in slow with the sharpest focus
But what can we see inside
Camera crawls up the arm to the face
What...what can we see inside
Distant, safe distance
Distant, safe from all that I'm fed
The broken bed, the troubled head
The light sleep, the feathered, the dream
Out of my reach, out of my reach
Factory eaten daylight
Ten hours welcomed home by the glow light
(Out of my reach)
Rendered safe from all that I'm fed
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6. |
Ama Nesciri
01:58
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Love to not be known
Ama Nesciri
To sting lets the pain be felt
Martyr of...
To sing lets the heart be seen
Ama Nesciri
To fold then see it all unfold
Rippling, banding
Fold before the fugoid state
Non-linear
A chance to forget, a choice to hate
The void's the one that takes
It's cold, if truth be told
Ama Nesciri
Love to not be known
Rippling, banding
Ever you in the fugoid state
Point blind to blame
A chance to progress, a choice to fail
First, last thought, same
I get it now
I get it now
Move on somehow
I get it now
Move on somehow
I'm dead for now
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7. |
Ever Gravitating
04:37
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In cosmic glow
Untethered bodies
Ever gravitating
The primate call
Simulcasted
Binds the world in an echo
Jaw to jaw
Piled ten deep
A raft of ants rushing past
Flood to flood
Lives between
Careen aground they may pray
On thoughtless doubts
With fearful egos
Set for self-immolation
And nervous frowns
Guilty feelings
Souls as stars in the ether
Jaw to jaw
Piled ten deep
A raft of ants rushing past
Flood to flood
Lives between
Careen aground they may pray
No stateless lands
And repetition
Daily beats out a rhythm
Just cosmic glow
Untethered bodies
Ever gravitating
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8. |
Ill At Ease
04:09
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There’s no water to drink here
That won’t addle your mind
Won’t get money or op-eds
Where no in-groups align
Sitting down with the demons
Seeming scarcely aware
Of the hell they’ve created
Or the size of their share
Goodbye goodbye goodbye redaction
In time laid deep by disease
Goodbye goodbye goodbye distraction
Focus in ill at ease
Joyless journeys to Costco
You have children to feed
You lack money for something
Or they don’t sell what you need
Daily driven to anger
Brandish what you believe
Everyone with their somethings
They’re passing out in the street
Goodbye goodbye goodbye redaction
In time laid deep by disease
Goodbye goodbye goodbye distraction
Focus in ill at ease
Is ever ready to die here?
Now ever new to be born?
Fever dream in a quarantine
Wide awake from the storm
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9. |
Entropy Atrophy
04:53
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Entropy Atrophy
Entropy Atrophy
Bedding down with disaster
Only peace that can be
Self-protection and witness in this
This in which I subscribe
Subscribe (blindness is 20/20)
Subscribe (blindness is…)
Blindness is 20/20
This is for you
Ever here ever lonely
Ever lonely
Bite patterns real enough
Barricaded with fantasy
Ever here ever lonely
This is for you
Deprived (kindness feels kinda funny)
Deprived (kindness feels…)
Kindness feels kinda funny (match the rhythm of “Blindness is 20/20" - one note)
This ain’t for you (hit note)
Ever here ever solely
Surviving
a story real enough
Barricaded in boundary
Ever here ever solely (a world between here and home)
This is for you (nowhere)
Sometimes I forget there’s a world between here and home
Where here is nowhere and home is…
Entropy Atrophy
Entropy Atrophy
Ever here ever coldly
Disconsolate
A story’s real enough
Barricaded with fantasy
Ever here ever coldly (ghost of dignity comfortless)
Voluntary confinement
Disconsolate indeed
A ghost of dignity, comfortless
Wishes wanted away
Decline (entropy atrophy)
Decline (atrophy…)
Entropy, atrophy
This is for you
Entropy Atrophy
Entropy Atrophy
Wishing I wanted the things I used to want
The things I do no longer become memories
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10. |
Trawling Tines
05:01
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god's gift a rudderless will
for sputtering answers and swill spit
confused expectations attached
could ever last
trawling tines
bite, divide your
nights from
day from
night from
days
searching like dogs in remains
slow-motioned and frantic and played out
one time keeps on dreaming by chance
could ever last
trawling tines
bite, divide your
nights from
day from
night from
days
their tremors ply
red hearts
survive or
convulse in the trees
or popping blue face forward pills
more upping of downing refill them
framed artlessly brained in a trance
could ever last
trawling tines
bite, divide your
nights from
day from
night from
days
their tremors ply
red hearts
survive or
convulse in the trees
red hearts
survive or
convulse in the trees
face trawling tines
face trawling tines
face trawling tines
and bravely stay
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