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Eyes (Eyes)
02:59
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facts come too slow
to make the right decision
brainstems wont flow
in the face of a system shutdown
coalesced along the window
a sticky condensation
iridescent eyeballs flicker
a sense a condescension
the movement of the visions
desensitization
interrupt a time in pre-school
in utero, in high school, in death
syntax corrodes
beside the bathroom fountain
the index explodes
the numbering’s all fucked up
lifted by the throat
the smoke is overwhelming
the decision happened elsewhere
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2. |
Coup
04:30
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silly-eyed on s___
the captain lost control
stood aside the liberty bell
his map said he in the wrong place
the captain raised a glass
to the souls they had lost
criticized the trinity hell
headmaster lost control
canonized a miniature self
the map said he was in the right place
the captain raised a glass
to the souls they had lost
wait for me in death
wait for me in death
wait for me in life
wait
tense reaction to a militant adherence
carve your eyes out and swear
that you won't tell the truth
a little late to party
we're all far too gone, too fucked up
undeniable obtuse second thoughts
second base
you're almost home without pay
until someone says "you've earned a break
it's ok" until someone says
"it's time to stop"
but it's too late to go home
the words already got fucked up
"pack it in" (that's it)
just shut up just shut up just shut up just shut up
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3. |
Doll
04:06
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plot comes from character
context informs the tale
accepted creation
struggle to map a point
in a traditional sense
empathy helps me imagine the context
flip the dictionary and its associates
a recent example: ____
but the reflection is fated to break
like a waitress at a dinner party
the room an extension of her body
she's unofficial but real
I assess where my life is going
compare myself to others
it inevitably results in panic
I realized most of what I say is artifical
in a traditional sense
we're civilized, not raw
the perceivers, but we're not perceptive
in a traditional sense
our narrators are unreliable
but only life is sensibly nonsensical
and at the moment of discovery
reactive understanding
it's a great thought
the brutality of a great thought
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4. |
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there's no conscience that we've found
every day is way too loud
dad's libretto got torn up
feed him snakes so he shuts up and cries
make me cry
make him laugh
there's no window that we've found
every morning fight my dad
every morning eat some snacks
my libretto got torn up
it's wet
covered in sweat
covered in blood
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5. |
Opiate Détournement
02:40
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noticed a few things about your sweater
the fabric is pilling, and it's the wrong weather
while we're the subject: the couch is not leather
if you really wanna fit in,
you've gotta try worse and worse
noticed a distinct uncomfortable odor
you should probably get it checked out-
have you tried baking soda?
while we're on the subject: you missed the last coda
if you really wanna fit in,
you've gotta try worse and worse
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the wind went cold
the flash got old
the speed went slow
the game is not what we thought it would be
the time got lost
the trash got tossed
the wires got crossed
the flash was not what we expected
the martian met the mountain man
the skin kept shrinking down into something
completely separate from the initial response
the girl fell back into nothingness
the nail pulled back and the Real was uncomfortable
the basement got entrenched in shit
the skin peeled off
what's left within is completely separate
from how I wanted to live
the new light made some things real dark
the spark went cold
we were getting colder
losing time, but we
cannot recapture it
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7. |
Bedbug
03:36
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8. |
Seminar XIII
02:53
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indigo nightmare
why won't you leave me alone?
just let me ____
criminal cohort
must you repress such a din?
(upon my roof)
impact von eisler
why won't the sounds make a cent?
(penny wisdom)
sinister miser
stuff all your socks in the sink
then the key will be:
why should I lie?
why should I let you down?
ingrown at best
festering infect-
shun me
cast me outside
pin me with nails
light up a joint
paint your nails
purple and gold
I'm catching cold
please let me in
swear I'll do better
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cruisin' down the backroads
I've been wet for several days
without food or ____
I don't mind it if you apparate or stay in bed, my dear
around the fireplace
look around: "everyone's here"
but if the plane collapses
we won't go quietly
we'll hold out for something
the next deal to settle
living for the weekend
might have not slept since '83
look around: "everyone's there"
things are complicated when I try to operate machines
lost the packaging
without love or safety
but if the plane collapses
we won't go quietly
we'll hold out for something
the next deal to blow
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st. elijah came to town
he said: "there's a problem with your bowels-
you have worshipped wrong"
There Is No Time
to repent
to rescind the offer
interrupted on a hill
He said: "there's a problem with your pills-
they are working wrong"
There Is No Life
in your eyes
in the Lines you offered
there is nothing we can change
there is nothing that has ever felt so weird
there is nothing so deranged
there is nothing like the present
(it's a gift we gave
god can save
but if you just look
at the ancient tome
it's known
it's a gift we gave)
st. augustus augustine
he said: "I have died in powers of threes-
you divided wrong"
There Is No Line
to decide
to divide remainders
hallelujah
interrupted on a hill
He said: "there's a problem with your pills-
they are working wrong"
There Is No Life
in your eyes
in the Lines you offered
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whispers in a cult
shout on me now
I forget what it's like
to list them in your throat
crowd on me now
I regret everything
chris is such a drag
frown on me now
I embedded your link
sifted in a coat
sometimes it's a long time
'til you go to the bathroom
but you know that when you're there
the feelings won't--
christened in a boat
drown on me now
it's arresting my will
to lift another soul
louder than life
it's pathetic somehow
to visit something so
cloudy with sound
but the words couldn't click
to fit them into home
a place to return
the videotapes
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