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Hey Listen
03:09
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Hey! Listen
Pay attention to me
I’ve got something to say
Barrel cactus growing my ear drum
Because I’m suffering from
A neuropsychic delay
Hey, listen
To the number signal
Mystic soliloquy
Ledges crumbling
The statues dissolve
The sanctuary absolved
Verbatim from prophecy
Unfiltered absolution travels through blind revelation
I try not to blurt it out
I speak the truth out loud
The truth withers my mouth
The words are terrible they haunt me in my sleep
I try not to blurt it out
I speak the truth out loud
The truth dissolves in sound
Hey! Listen
I am fluent in the language of the world
Number signal from the echoing space
Of transcendental displacement
Absolution decode
Hey! Listen
Override perception
Take my senses away
There is oneness in the sound with no sound
Distorting all the amounts
The object infinity
Unfiltered absolution travels through blind revelation
I try not to blurt it out
I speak the truth out loud
The truth withers my mouth
The words are terrible they haunt me in my sleep
I try not to blurt it out
I speak the truth out loud
The truth dissolves in sound
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Blood Moon
01:52
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Swampstepper
03:51
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There she was, with her jeans on
And a fishing rod in her hand
Underground, where the earth decides
What the brain is for, I know
So even in my mind’s eye
It’s taking so long to decide
And even in the back of the line
I gallop through the finish line
My ego’s about to come crumbling down
She’s retreating with a camel cigarette in her mouth
She doesn't tell me what is wrong
She gonna make me guess
She wants to watch me rot
Until there’s nothing left
Thunderstorms were her theme song
And she’d never let me forget
Back in town, where the shallow grave
Isn’t shallow anymore
And even in in the moonlight
It isn’t worth it to deny
And even though her tone was unkind
I walk around the caution signs
My ego’s about to come crumbling down
She’s retreating with a camel cigarette in her mouth
She doesn't tell me what is wrong
She gonna make me guess
She wants to watch me rot
Until there’s nothing left
Only you can make suffering sound like a good thing
How can you make the will of a man sound like nothing
Show me how in a vacuum you still hold the best hand
Tell me now is it time to prepare for your last stand
Open up at the end of the world you forgive me
Shut me down with apocalyptic apathy
There she was, in my bedroom
With a silver wig on her head
Underground, where the earth decides
What the brain is for, I know
And even in the sunlight
It’s taken so long to go blind
And even at the end of time
I gallop through the finish line
My ego’s about to come crumbling down
She’s retreating with a camel cigarette in her mouth
She doesn't tell me what is wrong
She gonna make me guess
She wants to watch me rot
Until there’s nothing left
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4. |
Gold
02:42
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As she phases in and out of smoke
Her harp, it whispers karmatic truths from the free folk
The magician’s spit in the thrust of her third eye
The pragmatic ghosts see gold in the moonlight
Gold, you’re made of gold, you’re made of gold, you’re made of gold
You’re made of gold, you’re made of gold, you’re made of gold, you’re made of gold
As the sharp suited wasps shake the leeches from bedboards
The worm that dances embedded in the stone forge
Thrice the iron, the gods that speak through the broadsword
Panscholastic pigs smoking salt in the omnigorge
Absolution, agreeing on agreed upon rhythms
Disagree, breaching on a forbidden schism
Holding within all essential ingredients
Taking the time while neglecting the medium
Gold, I wanted gold, I wanted gold, I wanted gold,
I wanted gold, I wanted gold, I wanted gold, I wanted gold,
Gold, you really got me now, you got me so I don’t know what I’m doing, yeah
Gold, you really got me now, you got me so I can’t sleep at night
Oh gold you really got me now, you got me so I don’t know where I’m going yeah
Oh gold, you really got me now, you got me so I can’t sleep at night
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5. |
Eclipse
03:07
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What's the point in trying
Gonna have to phase this out
Its pointless
Why don't you try and convince me that its not pointless
Phasing me out
Eclipse, demise, eclipse, demise
Its pointless
Why don't you try and convince me that its not pointless
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6. |
Dodecagons
03:20
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Don’t run away with my sing along
I’m telling time with dodecagons
You’ll never cry for a sunrise
If you’re in a cave
I remind you to behave
Be the way that your crazy brain is made
I am Volcano
Where did my love go?
Don’t go away ‘fore the year is gone
I’ll never be your paragon
You’ll never need to be baptized
If you run away
I will order you a grave
Be away to the center of the maze
I am Volcano
Where did my love go?
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Raw dogging thumbs drawing open the canvas of cavities
I got a bucket full of benzodiazepines among other things
A little shot stings sing it to me
Gimme your quaaludes I need to write a prelude
I'm all about invisible expository territory
Pulse of the earth in the groan of the springs
Hot stink, tangles of pink wrinkles, ground turkey, beef
As the sequence in sequence of spirits inhabits the lopsided carpet of blood
I'll never do that again but I'm glad that I did
I never knew that nude was synonymous with naked
Grabbing ass without asking
Ass kissing unabashed simile
Shapely asses in your ancestry
But the DNA comes with amnesiatic baggage
The swagger package and a lack of anachronistic consistency
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8. |
Song for the Seneschals
01:41
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9. |
The King
01:45
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The king is dead
Long live the king, the king is dead
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11. |
Snowball
03:56
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Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Every time I make a snowball
The defects are intentional
Every time I make a dash
For the exit of the crash
An ice beam always fallen into
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Jealousy is part of being snowball games becoming meaningful
Snowball, snowball
Snowball, snowball
Wherever it goes
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Trickling & rippling
Sell your powder, San Francisco
It's your turn to cry
Sometimes snowballs roll forever
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
Snowball
I am trapped inside a snowball
Death is so hard to say no to
I could pray away the pain but I deserve
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne
Not interested
And god said...
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14. |
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09:45
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Armon Saffron Portland, Oregon
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