1. |
Get Up
02:43
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Get up – for the gray square
What good’s the floor if not to get up?
Shut up – about the red squares
They only live beneath coffee cups
Yeah! Exaggerated cheering
Let’s see how self-aware my ego stays
Yeah! Affirmations are important
The gold standard is still in play
Get up! Get up!
Open up my sweaty canteen
Get up! Get up!
Let the sediments flow
Get up! Get up!
Bring new meaning for the crimate
Matching sorrow for the Pliocene
Get up! Get up!
Do my bones sound confusing?
Get up! Get up!
Are my contentions dark?
Get up! Get up!
Brace yourself for funerations
Groundbreaking for the new farewell
Grow up – the cure is movement
The shelf lingers when I do the same
Break up – envy is boring
There is no love for senescent cells
Yeah! Exaggerated screaming
You’ll never win if you don’t at least play
Yeah! Losing track of odd numbers
I’m in a race with tooth decay
Get up! Get up!
Open up my sweaty canteen
Get up! Get up!
Let the sediments flow
Get up! Get up!
Bring new meaning for the crimate
Matching sorrow for the Pliocene
Get up! Get up!
Do my bones sound confusing?
Get up! Get up!
Are my contentions dark?
Get up! Get up!
Brace yourself for funerations
Groundbreaking for the new farewell
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2. |
Tunguska In Slow Motion
02:37
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Metal forged by the force of testosterone
Diesel fuel opens up my lotus door
The quicksand has the speed to endure my passport
Looking up to the wheelchair raptor
My hair is on fire
My clothes a funeral pyre
A mountaintop mutiny erasing the stars
Tunguska happened in slow motion
Participate as a maiden matador
Radiate broomsticks instead of doors
Constant hardship is what you buy the gloves for
Two wishbones mean twice the depression
My hair is on fire
My clothes a funeral pyre
A mountaintop mutiny erasing the scar
Tunguska happened in slow motion
My hair is on fire
My clothes a funeral pyre
A mountaintop mutiny embracing the scar
Tunguska happened in slow motion
Tunguska happened in slow motion
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3. |
Homicidal Horiculturist
01:23
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See the shows and hold the beers but the petals all feel the same
Circular binary form protruding through the rage
Snow, mud, rain and sand – the covers will liberate
Gaze into the head Rorschach, it’s all in play but kicking the doors in
She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not
Hand occupied is just as good as two flames in the bush
A coat removed will give away one’s skeletal impotence
Wingmen are the surest cure to keep away the best
Left hand, right hand, switch it up, it’s vital not to be expected
She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not
I’m a homicidal horticulturist, tearing flesh from stem to fern
I’m a murderous marine biologist, study safely from the shore
Indiscriminate disintegrationist, act in time with simple terms
Grand unification disregarderist, pick professions with new words
She loves – me not
She loves me, loves me not
Talk your words
Through the vocal cords
Project the view
Outer monologue
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4. |
Here
02:52
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Here – we fade in, the mood dim
with intimate warming
Drink – some colored light, new sound design
collective tuning
We – uncauterize, re-realize
our common footing
Stare – in unison, with heart and lungs
Forgetting all beyond
Stand –- In sharp air, forsake there
The clock stops for anyone
If –- You breathe with, the farthest
hammer in your chest
Here – we orchestrate, and emulate
the strum and hearing
We – accept profane, and entertain
No contrast in between
Stand –- In sharp air, forsake there
The clock stops for anyone
If –- You breathe with, the farthest
hammer in your chest
Need an exemption, a burden detention
A pull on the tap to release the flow
Non-polar solvents knock down the convent
A flick of the wrist liberates my soul
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (x2)
Here – we fade in, the mood dim
with intimate warming
Drink – some colored light, new sound design
collective tuning
Here… Here… Here…
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5. |
Real Allies
02:26
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It’s a fight, it’s a war, it’s a zone capsized
Under the veil of social grooms
Interconnected faces bruised by the glow of new rules
On the left, on the right, widow’s peak presides
Over the signs on empty streets
Collectively ride the Lorax to the winner’s seat
This shoe was left here days ago
Won’t someone come out and claim it
Share alone – deep inside
Don’t let sun – get in your eyes
Kill your enemies without making any real allies
On the roof, in the hedge, on the lawn no sign
Of implements common to the cool
Mother’s call isn’t the only thing missing after school
Hit the deck, dial 911, the remaining fuselage
Is still intact
Set a perimeter according to condescending brats
Denominations live on the street
Is it time for a call to Pennywise?
Share alone – deep inside
Don’t let sun – get in your eyes
Kill your enemies without making any real allies
This shoe was left here long ago
Won’t someone please come claim it
Share alone – don’t ask why
Disconnect – the party line
Kill your enemies without making any real allies
Share alone – deep inside
Don’t let sun – get in your eyes
Kill your enemies without making any real allies
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6. |
Lockdown
02:07
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It’s time to start a brand new trade
Force oatmeal into sleeping maw
These socks are three days overdue
Embrace the sub-par hygiene
Who - do you – think you are
Touching my buttons
I am insecure
Staying warm waiting for my name
Direct connect phone or maybe mail
How many gigs are in my head
Can I remember this song too
Who - do you – think you are
Touching my buttons
I am insecure
It’s time to bring the lockdown on
It’s time to lift the lockdown up
It’s time to bring the lockdown on
It’s time to lift the lockdown up
Bring it on, lift it up, bring it home
Who - do you – think you are
Touching my buttons
I am insecure
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7. |
The Seven Seas
02:20
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Calm conditions are the norm
Never battling the swells
Middle level topiary mixed with hope imaginary
Related to the blanket party of-which I am the sole invitee
The crows distract me from my nest
They’re saying, “It's time to take a dive!”
Let’s heave and ho
And polish up for blow
It’s all imaginary when you stay-eeyayeeyayee
Home alone
Gnawing at the bone
Carnal actuary rather than a sailor of the seven seas
Tonight there is a show
Seems like I oughta go
But the effort that’s required to untangle all the wires
Concessions are much easier than the prize behind door number three
Let’s make a deal that fools us all
We’ll keep – the risk in hand
Let’s heave and ho
And polish up for blow
It’s all imaginary when you stay-eeyayeeyayee
Home alone
Gnawing at the bone
Carnal actuary rather than a sailor of the seven seas
It’s time to cut the line that binds
I’ll set – the painters loose
Let’s heave and ho
And polish up for blow
It’s all imaginary when you stay-eeyayeeyayee
Home alone
Gnawing at the bone
Carnal actuary rather than a sailor of the seven seas
It’s time for me to sail the seven seas
I oughta try to sail the seven seas
A life exists among the seven seas
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8. |
No Damn Good
01:50
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Joy echoed under vaguely combed hair
Convinces me to see an oasis in range
Unintended neighborly game
So I’ll share the buzz of cicada lazy
But it worked too well, these evenings swell into the work of forbidden realms
And it’s no damn good, these feelings should be all we need to close the gap
Wait it out and be Novocain
While I patiently leverage cinema speak
Shared burlesque over pan fried gold
As we understand how the cuttlefish do
Promotions guide us to delays to keep the secret safe and sound
And her heart’s undone, this darkness stuns the unsuspecting and rightly so
Forgiveness sleeps under the blanket filling ever widening gulfs
And it’s no damn good, this kismet should have heard the universe’s call
Joy echoed with vaguely combed hair
With the peaceful rift carried under her brow
Cold stiff-arm over wintering songs
As we leave the thought of a blissful repose
Hang onto the fears -
Forget all the beers -
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9. |
It's Only Science
01:57
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Same
As before
The cracked floor
Makes speakers out of doors
Wood
Then some stone
Levitate
My only bones
I’ll bet it’s heavier when I’m gone
Wind
Then some cars
The grip is numb
From decreased vibrations
Keys
Force the crumbs
That are the frame
For all the other stuff
Pretty soon they’ll be on their own
Buzz
When I learn
Unconcerned
The receptors follow paths
Build
A new bridge
Out of dust
From the previous collapse
Maybe tomorrow won’t be as bad
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10. |
Downstream
04:42
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Where was the empathy?
Ethereal referee
Was it really all dopamine
Good sense condemned
Syndication friend
Wish I had a needle instead
Oh, I’m fading downstream
Oh, I’m fading down
Follow slash and burn
Six hours a turn
To the curse I am the clerk
Enduring steeple build
Steel shame and guilt
Church of the buzz I killed
Oh, I’m fading downstream
Oh, I’m fading down
And it’s cold, you know the way the water rises to conceal my soul
And it’s cold, you know the way the water recedes to reveal my soul
And it’s cold, you know the way the water freezes to contain my soul
And it’s cold, the way the water melts away to release my soul
- is fading downstream
Oh, I’m fading down
Oh, I’m fading downstream
Oh, I’m fading down
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Sojourn Suspect Portland, Maine
I really have no idea what I'm doing. I just write, record and, if I still like it after that, let other people listen to it. Music makes me feel feelings. If my songs do that for you, then I've done something worthwhile with my visit.
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