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Found old notes I wrote before
I was old enough to know
How I felt was right
But how I went about it was wrong
It feels like ages ago
When then it felt so long
Feeling trapped in some glass house
As I threw rocks at every wall
I wanna cry in the shower
But then I'd have to learn how to
I wanna fly like a flower
In that I'm never going to
I wanna die in the sense that everyone forgets who I am and leaves me alone
And every 24 hours I fall in line and forget me too
When can I admit I miss you?
Thought I needed a companion
To carry me through life
Like a manic pixie dream girl
Brandishing a butterknife
And in my wildest childish fantasies
She was to be my wife
And all that other bullshit I made up
To keep my foolish dream alive
How was I to realize how little of it I wanted
Bridge the gap between the me of then and me of now
Nothing’s ever easy but at least I can ask “how
Am I still clinging to ideas I had before I’d really grown
And before I’d even thought to venture into the unknown?”
I wanna cry in the shower
And become one with the rain
And let all the cells and follicles
Wash softly down the drain
I wanna let go of the notion that everything’s the same
Just because I’m still here doesn’t mean that nothing’s changed
When can I admit I miss the idea of you?
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Holding Back The Water
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rise like the water holding back the world
from finding the missing lost nation
cries like unveiling Joseph's holy seed
but that's another conversation
hold in the air, the imperfect crown
that held together generations
cold is the air through which the glass is cracked
and setting up defenestration
and at home he sits
this work of wonder leaves him unfulfilled
when you've seen it all, nothing shocks
is the best change a return to form?
he'll digress, sigh relief and fall asleep
in an old wooden chair his last wife built for him
now he dreams that all of this matters
and that his pursuits will mean something
but as each passing night gets lonelier
he yearns for the presence of a companion
which he'll take under any conditions
wallet, website, even wonder
the bones that once gripped axe reach for the night
and where one ends the other's just starting
in his visions, he locates and devours
the forbidden fruits the nurses are carting
rise like the water holding back the world
deeper does this hole descend into abyss
of which there is no explanation
sleep or spend eight hours overthinking why
you need a carnal penetration
try to re-imagine how it must have been
the first time you met at the station
why did you continue cracking rocks to dig?
no I don't need a demonstration
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Work Before Opening
01:52
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why does it feel like I don't hate myself
like a gold sense of stability has been established
why don't I feel the same old cosmic dread
like I used to
barreling towards a moment where I'm wishing they were dead
out on towards the opening
of a hot red star
high on a hill is a man with a mission
and a mistress and a million reasons to get away from here
there's been a war and trust has imploded
the jester's in his court with the crown at his feet
out on into the opening
out into afar
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It's Noise
03:14
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I have not seen the dots
I have not seen the lines
I have not seen the sky
I hear it's turning red
I hear the birds are dead
I hear still planes ahead
I hold my eyes down south
I hold my hand to mouth
I hold the door that locked me out
of a blind stronghold
forced and pulled
blinded by the glare of the limousine
the rays beam harder, my eyes burn brighter
what the fuck are you hiding from me?
it's noise
I think the siren's gone
I think they stopped their song
I think there's nothing wrong
I think there's peace ahead
I think that no one's dead
I think I'll go to bed
I think the world is fine
I think it's checkout time
I think I see the lines
of a television sign-off, end of day
screen turns black, end of days
oh shit I don't think it was supposed to do that
we're all stuck, trapped in this goddamn maze of noise
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I lack the strength to come back home
this rail keeps storming and I can't jump
into this matte finished darkness land
shaking and crying and holding on
mortality is a fragile thing
some things just stop mattering so much
like "who needs the Stones" well no one really
But who has the free time to ask such?
further ideals will get us nowhere
as I stick my toe towards the track
tell me who died here before
cause I'm never coming back
mortality is a fragile thing
some things just don't need to be known
like "where do we come from" it's not so hard
but it matters more to ask "where will we go"
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Ruins
02:42
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what good is a carrier pigeon to a ruined world
everyone's a scientist
trial and error
but what good is trying
to a ruined world
into nothing
a plot of land where something used to sit
a termite-bitten chair
and what good is that
to a ruined world
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cracked the world into an egg
watched the ship sail off into the dust
will he see her spiraled legs?
he'll never know, she simply must
was the call a bit too forced?
a first time for her being ignored
was it immunity of being written into
another chapter of obeying and trust
go back, get him
never let him
out of her sight
cause she'll always be right
there to save him
love him, praise him
never change him
never let the cracks show
days turn years into light lifetimes
still she yearns for his return
she knows that he won't take forever
surely this old flame has more to burn
so she swims off of her stone
to find this old sailor's land home
see he's never really thought about it
or even made contact to know about her
go back, let him live
forget him
out of her sight
cause sometimes it's all right
to just be wrong
imperfect siren song
never change him
time to let this love go
go back, stay in
don't let the thoughts in
she'll forget him
like the thousand men before him
keep the lights on
keep singing that song
someone will come along
for his pom-pom-clutching cheerleader to love him all day long
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Red Channels
03:26
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spy rockets over Sandyville, Iowa
where no one's there to see
the eyes attached to the wings
if there had been anyone there
they'd have been led to believe
them red and yellow
a plot to set them up
a plan to bring them down
a populated ghost town
red channels across the ground
no honor to be found
some say his ghost still walks around
clinging to the atom bomb
normal Rockwell dad and mom
forgot to turn the oven on
get kicks in the back of a car
be home soon, can't go far
they won't let you sleep in for war
drain loose and cap screwed off
secretly they like it rough
but put on a stone face for security
ladies! gentlemen! haven't you heard?
misplace your judgments and join the word!
Is it those dirty red bastards who dare our name?
take all our blue pride and smear it with shame?
there's only one way to brave the cold
take it to self and win the gold
we're the best! the only! the number one!
Hey John, what are you doing with that gun?
red channels across the sky
stars flown high, hammers die
who could imagine which side lied?
force fed a grayscale life
metal husband for trophy wife
Mary, please put down that knife
who knows what you're feeding the kids?
whoever does, doesn't give a shit
you're buying, and that's trying!
the Cold War was a dick-swinging contest
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20 Minute Saxophone Solo
01:49
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ring the bell for an army of worms
gathered tightly for advancement
find the well full of angry lost children
who never found enchantment
on and on...
it never gets any more comforting
what's your hell?
a million empty rooms and not a story to tell
again, what's your hell?
a billion empty tombs and about as many signs saying "walk don't run"
what's your hell?
a 20 minute sax solo honking on and on PRAY TELL
What the hell would you ever need that garbage gold for anyway?
on and on...
life isn't an illusion
and that's your hell
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trumpet eyes and fancy legs
the future's here in drugs and eggs
good be the unknown pregnant night
beneath the surging candlelight
and nothing changes
molecules in crucial mound
sent attack dogs to the pound
golden masses in a crowd
can it, make the people loud
and nothing changes
officers take to the street
deviance deferred to meat
hungry for another meal
and holding onto their appeal
iron men in greasy suits
more behind than left on top
hear the stomp of army boots
they're calling this a bumper crop
and nothing changes
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accepted is one thing, liked is another
and they hardly ever go together
there remains still a grove
but everything in it had to move
the Black Mage stumbles through the trees
doomed to green out forever
if he gets over the nausea
he'll hardly get himself together
there remains still a grove
but everything in it had to move
and desolate as it may be
there remains still a groove
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Ascend To Paradise
00:52
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bodies are thrown against a glass wall like water balloons
where organs locked inside breathe vivid air for the first time
into iron nets the parts drop and are ground into balls
and fed to unwilling participants for sport
Will you ascend to paradise?
legions of many armed men dressed in red
blue and green are out these days
with gray machines no one will ever see pointing at fleshy targets
and white men in black suits place bets on them for riches
and the nightly broadcasts leave next week's stars in stitches
Is there such thing as paradise?
NO!
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Dance Across The Lights
02:27
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take your face tonight
take your place at this wonderful table
mirrors at each seat
and have yourself a little fable
let your eyes take over the field of light
every wavering sight is yours
feel the wind lift you up patiently
and drop you down playfully
take your heart tonight
take your part in this magical stage play
dance across the lights
make it only forever be today
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every advertisement I see
is for gambling or cryptocurrency
has been for the last two years
as if to knowingly prey
on the fears of a scared people
who dread it every day
pushing stop, not start
a cathedral repeatedly falling apart
remembered in history is a failure of the kings
shrouded in mystery means anything is true, lesser stings
watch over nations devouring themselves, listen as it sings
selection mark "true or false"
when neither angle's true
erasure is a form of fabrication
before an angel hue
god bless the harmony
shattered on the wall
what makes it art?
a cathedral repeatedly falling apart
this bird's been singing for a thousand years
it's withstood a thousand tears
and tears of the space-time vacuum
issuing no ultimatum
one day it's gonna blow its chords
caught nailed to the message boards
as a statement of demand by the common cards
a cathedral repeatedly falling apart
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Album count: 49.
Release count: 137.
Song count: 1447.
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