1. |
"This Year Needs to End"
03:52
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I feel so small
when I stare at the sky
and life seems so short
when the light from the stars took five thousand years to meet your eyes.
To burn out and blow up
and you selfishly thought Gene Wilder
would never die.
We talk a big talk
like we owned any of it at all.
All one shared consciousness
and you foolishly thought Ziggy Stardust
was the embodiment of some guy.
I look into your eyes
and see time reshaped
exploding like stars
as your iris collapses and pupils dilate.
Explode into one light
and you stubbornly thought Zaha Hadid built
anything but a prism.
Life seems so short.
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2. |
Repeat, Return
03:13
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Look at us fill these empty hearts.
Time passes to renew,
to claim their names.
Takers by the tongue
that pillage to declare what's given back,
what's deserving view,
and who are the names.
Generation....
reason to begin a new.
Generation no masterpieces.
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4. |
March Forth
03:16
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Cross the street again
double-cross the unsuspecting
I hear voices
but the words say nothing
now.
Now
Truth becomes the beggars hand
stretched forth to take what you're giving.
I hear them say
words beat the heads of the drumming
out.
Now
March forth right foot, let.
Step with a sense of a purpose.
Born unbridled breadth,
make way the sounds call for pushing
out.
Now
March forth on their backs
wrought with a sense of privilege.
Whore entitlement
and make haste their jaw bones are dropping
down.
Now
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5. |
Type II Error
03:19
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I am reminded that I
am influenced by the world.
I possess and unconscious reflection
that I call my home.
And inside this house
lies a beating heart
discontented.
Fools surround themselves words.
Fools surround themselves with worth.
Fools surround themselves with knowledge,
yet fools never know.
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7. |
Gas, Light, Love
03:04
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Science is a gas.
Discovery the light spread on the
heels of misconception.
Conditioning is love.
Look at the repetition of the
day-to-day submission.
Gas, light, love.
Gas, light, love.
A stifling of thought
revealing all the flaws
in exhibition of admission.
To and end unknown.
How we love to farm the marrow
burrowed in perspective.
Gas, light, love.
Gas, light, love.
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8. |
Before We Begin
04:35
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Looking at the backs of my hands,
rose red and bleeding.
Laughing just to look like I can
before we begin.
Driving down the street's empty path;
the dark beneath the South underpass.
Counting down to house number ten
before we begin.
Slip inside a memory had,
worn as the door, opened.
Silence not the sound but the plan
before we begin.
Before we begin.
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9. |
J
03:23
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Some in the world aren't
meant for this world
they're here to leave.
Never to look back
on the lessons they teach.
Some in the world aren't
meant for this world
they'll only be
a burst of intense light,
a shimmering sheen.
Some in the world aren't
meant for this world
they're only seen
in the absence of past times
returned as if dreamed.
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10. |
The Distance to Anywhere
01:25
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When the cold rain stings
the lids of your eyes,
wrap your body around mine.
When the wind whips through
the thoughts in your mind,
wrap your body around mine.
Life made cruel
in the world outside,
wrap your body around mine.
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