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Satellites
03:14
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I told the truth with a satellite
all thats left on Earth is suicidal youth and decay
all this culture has been colonized
when will an alien come my way?
I found the truth with a satellite
fall away from heaviness orbiting the rock that you left
even motion has me hypnotized
the zeitgeist has all of my senses possessed
All I want is a paradigm
to shake them awake and open up their minds
How long have the satellites
been singing them that sweet lullaby?
Bye-bye, Humankind
Time has been erased and replaced by clocks
Space has been defined by temporary minds
my brothers and sisters
you've all fallen victim
to this cultural Stockholm syndrome
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Dominic
02:42
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adequate for the benefit of the bourgeoisie
the porn and the deficit is killing me
I try my best to resist all the symbols, the hyms, and the symmetry
the sunlight and my eyes
fades in front of me
would have grown so tall
instead of up so fast
I'm not ill just tired of the past
and hoping it would last
so what kind of love is this?
where we're born and we'll die apart from it
I try my best to be patient
for all the spaces between the sunlight and my eyes
fades in front of me
deep sea graves
inherited mistakes
foolish bravery is all that remains
could you be in love some body?
if they didn't know how a person should be?
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3. |
Constantly Collapsing
03:15
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Black holes in picture frames
the memory of sapiens
suffering is our lives evidence
Shamans made by accolades
of our painful inheritance
everyone I know in his or her
abandoned existence
You chose
the ghost of the status quo
what constantly collapsing shows
is the will of the fall
the will to be free
is not the same to live long
and the will of the seas
is what keeps us apart
It keeps us apart
drinking always tells me something I knew
suffering is all that we can do
so pour me another few because I can still stand
I am just a simple man whose be trying to hold your hand
this is what I asked for
a chance to collapse
I wanted new years
want it all back
but you chose
the ghost of the status quo
what constantly collapsing shows
is the will of the fall
the thrill to be free
is not the same to live long
and the thrill of the seas
is what keeps us apart
You've gotta get use to this
I never was a pessimist
gotta get use to it
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4. |
Deleuze
03:12
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I am here
only to be your swiss connection
hide money, hide it from your foes
but the government and your wives know
there's never been so little to lose
I'm your metaphorical death, man
I took your name and your spirit the same
Plato's allegorical cave began this way
we are children in the dark
sparks and shadows lain
yeah, it's a tragedy
but then it's a farce
you were just there with open arms
Deleuze,
loving you is like holding by an avalanche
between my hands
how could anything survive?
without the satisfaction of leaving
or living as a ghost in the sons eyes
Yeah, it's a tragedy
but then it's a farce
you were just there with open arms
Where did we meet?
I can't recall our first rendevous
can you?
history is a bloody pool
and we are the sharks
we'll never stop
because the government and your wives know
your renaissance has come and gone
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5. |
Projected Soul
03:08
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as long as you admit to barely anything at all
mythologize me and break my heart
and make me wonder why
the time that I dedicate to memory can only find itself
in the moment it's here
hold me close my love
as long as you insist dear
I'll adhere to all the ways that you
think of me fondly, healthy, and charming
ideas...
how could I know?
that my projected soul would get too old
for the momentum of these days
but I still try
and can't find a reason why
to be lost without you
the dark is so unkind
the moon reveals the sun in the night
I'm still cutting teeth with the same motifs of light
told me the wound needed ice
then I began to open up my eyes
why do I over complicate my life?
it's so imprecise
can't even trust my sight
but I get the form of my condescending strife
I'll get it right next time
hold me close my love
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Eternally Expanding
02:08
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the future is gone
it's never here, then it's gone
it feels so far away
did material or content get the care?
bury every loving thing
and leave no ideas to spare
feeling self-aware
to cast in wax or glass?
forget the either/or
don't let the others get the scraps
tear away the humor from an already depressing past
the future is gone
it's never here, then its gone
the future is gone
it feels so far away
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7. |
Stages
03:18
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the ages of man
he grows and he dies
he worships the sun
and lives in his eyes
but what does that mean?
if dreams are serene?
this all must be real
it's all that I feel
that nothing exists
but being persists
it's all that know
I'm growing so old
the grey in my hair
shines in the light
my head it hangs low
from the weight of time
our love has become
carefully contrived
and I couldn't justify
our love
was always meant to be with misery
as soon as I'm there
I just want to leave
even the sage among man
will grow and will die
they worship the sun
and live what they write
but what does that mean
if leaves begin green?
it's all that I know
we reap what we sow
the grey in my stare
it comes from the sight
of a heart that couldn't bear
to step into the light
I'm waiting for something
we were always meant to be
me and misery
I've been deceived by
vertical lines
put vertigo sensations in my mind
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8. |
Better Friends
03:24
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You don’t want to choke on your words
Should have chewed more now your stomach hurts
She coughed up all this awful news
Fake that the film didn’t end
The crew’s in the mirror, but we’ll just play pretend
But what’s the use?
The past is just a fiction
And you told me the facts
Our lives don’t need the truth
From now on
Every moment’s chemistry
You and me and my anxiety
Honey and all this art is the same
So sweet it coats your throat
The boring side of an aesthetic threshold
Hungry in part because I’m not
Consumed in fevered baroque ideas
About the rectangle of gold
Your Art is mute and cute
Lake Shore Limited
I hated you
Before we ever met
Stubborn sinew
No, not another tattoo
I could get tally marks too
For all the days without you
No, not again
My head and heart are islands
And you found your podium
We all love the art of destruction
But all the beauty’s gone
No one digs that reduction
Or your fucked symposiums
A cry for identity
You and me and my anxiety
My friends are better friends to you
maybe its because you’re cute
Every time, I ask you why
The answer is always mute
Your art is mute and cute
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9. |
Great Wake
03:41
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All at once
like a photograph
Foucault's pendulum is swinging back
grey skies give no contrast
feeling presentness
it's hard to believe
believe it
passed the point of sorrow
uncertainly we'll grow
time will unearth all unknowns
all we gain waves will corrode
There are always waves
At the edge of something great
Turn the cliffs to sand
Show how impatient I am
Wouldn’t be the meteor
Meet our end from the tsunami
There are always waves
at the edge of something great
waves won't stop coming
wear the rock to nothing
Knew I’d never find something better
Broke my hand
In spite of me
Now the rain and my good hand
Make me ache for who I should be
Always waves
At the edge of something great
waves won't stop coming
they'll wear the rock to nothing
The story told interior
reality of unconscious me
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10. |
Shadow Spirit
03:12
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my apache brother I've noticed you've been gone
by the understory's thick and tangled maze
clear and path for the arrow my heartstrings bow to pray
funeral and temple are made these ways
now the forest is an ocean of flame so apache ash would stay
fools to think they'd see the dignity of dust these days
dear shadow spirit overhead,
turn this ash to bread and my body
I will shed
and say everything unsaid
my apache brother, time will be be erased
washed away by the waves and your warm embrace
I want to speak of all the outer and inner space
want to love this culture all its power of kitsch and cliche
we can feed the forest back to green
I want to see my shadow in the trees
with my friends
the trees are my friends
there are some days I feel I owe you an apology
it's not regret, I refused, but I owed you a better me
and it's true that the wallow, the guilt, and the shame are mine
instead of feeling content I've been wasting all my fucking time
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11. |
The Horizon
03:19
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wouldn't you like to know
how far the river flows?
only to always find
oceanic signs
I have no patience for meditation these days
It's hard to convince me
I'm worried I'm digging my grave
gravity is heavy and it flows
no one knows what it is
but I know where it goes
you gave my intentions a sailing way
you let passion fill the mast and reason fight the waves
eyes dancing to the horizon
transfiguration rising
wouldn't you like to behold
a star turned black turn gold?
only connecting lines
gave shape to enormous time
I've got no patience for oscillating minds
I feel no sensation
I'm worried my spirit is compromised
I'm the one that found you
I'm the one that found when I found you
I'm the one that found you
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