1. |
Love Kills
02:13
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I do not watch the Daily Show
I do not watch John Oliver
I'm gonna end up all alone
out on an island of somewhere nobody cares for
It takes a lot to find a mate
It takes a lot to nod your head these days
I don't think Greta Thunberg is our new lord and savior
Why don't you leave that girl alone? Love kills as much as hate does
Your love is killing her
Passion kills just as passion
when it rides the wave of fashion
to break on shores of paradise
I never get invited to
the beach party where everybody's reciting today's most popular phrases,
patting each other on the back in approval,
and looking around for someone to fuck
who will raise their social net-worth,
who will be a sensible choice, receiving everyone's nod
Here I come to the beach like a cyclone,
shouting, 'Everybody leave me alone!
Hi my name's I'll vote for Trump.'
It's hard to find yourself a mate
You have to know many equations on the science of how to date,
make sure you say you still don't understand gravity
but walk like you own the Earth, with infallibility
I'll be here on my island, waiting for the flood
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2. |
Wasteland
04:38
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To kill everything I am
I throw myself away into the Wasteland (the Wasteland)
I kill everything inside my head
all the good wishes in my heart
'cause I'm a demon
destroying my own flesh
like a fire-pit of Heaven's angels falling from the sky
peppering my bloodthirsty escape
(from something that won't let me fly)
To kill everything I am
I throw myself away
into the modern century
to survive in 2020
stay alive
Devour your best friend
calling it the trend
tell me how to stay alive
oh, how Time flies
now so do I
inside the Wasteland
I'm just a little girl
far too camera shy
for the modern century
to survive in 2020
inside the Wasteland..
Love is in the air
I don't even care inside the Wasteland
I used to want it more than air
Love is in the air
Run your fingertips through my sulfuric hair
I used to want it more than air
I used to want it more than anything at all
I used to keep it in the Wasteland
beyond where I could never be
and run my fingertips through air
and run my fingertips through anything at all
inside the Wasteland
inside the Wastelend
They call jealousy an evil mistress
but she was the only one who granted my wish
she had what I needed, I needed to feel my own shadow,
the empty space it hovers over, it follows –
and then you begin to unite all the wreckage
of light years apart blown apart by your silence
blown up by compliance
my home in the sun
it if forever gone
there won't be another one
They call jealousy an evil one but she has granted me my wish
all that was needed from me was to reach in and pull me up
by the reluctant appearance
the fear of loud voices
resistance to screaming
the hatred that fuels me
the maskings of goodness
the trapping politeness
the life incongruous
it threw us around
it knocked us down each time
and it buried us underneath
Time against Time
and it buried us under the weight of ideas
I'm just a little girl
moving through the world
I'd not been here before
the world had fallen low
my demon brought me here
searching for her home
lured in by her scream
only she is who she seems
so I won't fight it
Beauty's in the eye
in my mind's eye
his third eye
the world has gone blind
but nobody can see
so we talk about, talk about
anything at all
in the war of images (of pretty pictures)
in the war of empty art
in a world of foolish hearts
I'm in the wasteland
I'm walking in the wasteland
My own jealousy is a volcano of fuel
I can use it to move around the world
I don't need your wheels or your loops
my clawing hands put before me
For there's a fire raging within
that would destroy anyone beautiful,
anyone more beautiful than I,
moving gracefully through the end of Time
around the Wasteland,
the home I never knew,
the arms awaiting me.
Embrace my enemy and be free
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3. |
Lover
05:13
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Lover
I hope you know I'm longing
for us to find ourselves
together in this world again
You know I'm holding on
to what I found so long ago
Lover
your voice rings out so quietly
beneath the world of noise
that's banging on my door
resounding constantly
shattering it with one note
Oh lover
I hope you know I'm with you
we'll tear down the establishment
just with the way we step
You bring the ammo
I'll bring the camera
Lover
you know that they will find us
We'll hide under the underground
until the world is ready
writing our own dictionary
of phrases censored quietly
Oh lover
I feel you reaching out to me
when I do not expect
and never when I need it
to tell me of the pain
born inside the world we bring
Oh my lover
our bond it is so fragile
I have carried it o'er the land
as long as I could carry
You know it's going underwater
fading out of memory
Lover
I hope you know I miss you
and that I'm walking through this world
in a world no one can see
You know that I'm still holding on
to what is waiting there for us...
My lover underground
is waiting for me
My lover underground
is longing to be free
My lover underground
is sitting by himself
I'm living by myself
so far above the Earth
I'm walking by myself
all over the Earth
I'm longing to be free
I'm longing to be free
I'm longing to be free
I'm living by myself
I live upon the Earth
I live inside myself
I'm longing by myself
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Take a hard turn; try to see where we're going
Think about the weather and try to move slow
Started on a track; now I'm stuck in a bind
When the waves rise up, I have somewhere to go
We lost one religion, now another comes up
bearing no name to pull you into its game
Hand out the pamphlets and swallow the message;
It takes me a little more time
I was a pagan and a pagan I'll stay
See the stones of my ways in a thousand years
Oh, the stories scholars will invent,
the silent truths we'll all forget
The World goes on just fine when a thousand others die
in the momentary blink of a bystander's eye
Ascendency's the name of our new religion's domain
Evolve as the pamphlet directs
The sea's been lying flat for so long,
hiding its potential just below
Stability to grow a nation strong
Finally there's somewhere for the younger ones to go
So let go the hands of drowning brothers
and turn toward the vector rendered sun
A knife into the truth of any others
A brand new dawn has just begun
History is running round in circles
Distracted generations waste their time
How far along by now we'd've gone forth
Instead our tanks are marching south and north
while the middle ground of echelons implodes
I clutch the latest meme, await instruction,
color myself in its tones; absolved of self, I take the needle,
Ride the risen wave where'er she goes
Lone dot drifting on the ocean
I try not to get caught up in the waves
I have my own ideas about shorelines
Born inside a bottle and I have to bring it home
But grand truths keep raining down with thunder
and every morn the doctrine's writ anew
makes every man a goddess of destruction,
saves priesthood only for the chosen few.
Where are we going if we cannot keep up?
Write in stone each night and in the morning blow it up.
Sacrificed my family and sacrificed my friends.
Run out of atonements but the tithing never ends
So bind your body to the cyclone
spinning out in search of its own name
revolving in an ever smaller circle
stabilized when everyone's the same.
Lone dot drifting on the waves
Message in a bottle on the ocean
Hold it to my eye and it's a lens.
Evolve as the pamphlet directs.
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5. |
Classic Conditioning
01:30
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jealousy makes me hate instagram
jealousy makes me call image a sham
jealousy makes me puke out a tweet
tweet tweet tweet angrily they dislike you retreat
jealousy makes me hate these words
from a news anchor's mouth could it sound more absurd
jealousy feeds presidential flies
jealousy jealousy saves my behind
jealousy when i wake up, with bread
jealousy when i wake up, alone
jealousy for every passing home
jealousy for every flash of hair
i'm a jealous bitch with a meek little smile
classic conditioning made me this vile and i'm still a child when i could have a child
now i'm alive - it's cause now is when i am alive
a jealous mic is an honest microphone
pass it around to me you've had your turn
and now all shut and listen to me
i finally finally finally
have nothing to say
what can i say
that hasn't been said or rendered dead
or preemptively dissected by another
much cleverer readier friendly competitor
leveraging tech wizardry to make use of the king
it moves so fast you can barely blink
i certainly cannot so rapidly think
my presence is shrinking and
i'll fall behind watch the spotlight prey on another much younger with longer hair
in 52 seconds nobody will care 'less her hair is pink before they could think of that, too
i'll run run in place pedal to the metal square that's sitting upon my face
lest i lose all the nothing i got in exchange for my days
wrapped in pictures my life in a haze
all hail instagram, king instagram
tag him and he will spare your life...
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6. |
Coda
03:24
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I'm afraid most of all
that I am my
least favorite type
to witness from
across the room
the one who hides and lies
This distance from my heart
by the uncrossable
boundary of mind
is a pillared wall
that even outside forces
couldn't break behind
What do I do with me
my eternal companion
my sole ocean voyager
as company on the endless sea
of the life I float along?
We are ringing round
the lonely waters
of obliviousness hand in hand
forever searching for
a mythic spark of land
Lonely journey
gifted journey
gifted to me
I am grateful truly
but I bring along
so many frames of mind
Down and to
the glass below
the seabed world
that offers up
distractions in the form of mermaids
visions wisdom pearls that crack
What I find there
what I find here
all travels I undertake
are races from a breath of calm
I fear most to exhale
For if I stop
I will be done
I will wash up on shore
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7. |
Death Has No Image
01:00
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death has no image our culture's mistaken in lacy black overlays black and white face paint no angel no demon has ever been known to say 'death you look fine.'
if humans could witness could put on a caper they'd close off that part of the world and its vessel would taper down into a trickle and stem up the mind.
i have no feelings and i have no senses the ether has clogged my renowned picky preferences panic and pain only register like a dim light.
so i lay in bed after death visited after a long night's work when i gave up control we had our conversation i said a rare prayer and then got back up to continue the game.
what was once lucid is now soberminded my map still eludes me i never can find nor orient myself round what i am i suspect it's the world i take it as that what i am.
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8. |
Renewable Nuclear Bomb
09:43
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FREEDOM... FREEDOM...
FREEDOM... FREEDOM....
mysterious
praiseworthy
entity
in front of me
how loved
you are
for the world
do you know
what you bring
what you are
it's a mayhem
it's a coming storm
it's exactly what we've been waiting for
it is the coming light
we are the waiting din
sleeping passengers with enough dreams
FREEDOM.... FREEDOM...
FREEDOM.... FREEDOM..
GRAB YOURSELF BY THE COLLARBONE AND DON'T LET GO NO MATTER WHO WILL SING FOR YOU
OR TELL YOU
TO BE TRUE
TO THE FREEDOM IN YOU
I find freedom
in my country
under my bed
turn off the lights
there is freedom
in the country
eating up
the little towns
there is freedom
in the wild things
in the road trips
through the Never
I know freedom
I don't know freedom
I'm a slave
I'm a slave
the only thing I believe in is the empty space in the center
that can never be filled with being
no, can never be filled with being
the only thing that's real for me is everything that cannot be
all that never has been before
all that never has been before
the only thing I believe in is the emptiness in the center
underneath it all
underneath it all
the only thing that's true for me is what cannot be touched
the only thing my freedoms know if gravity of shadow
it's a mayhem
it's a coming storm (it is a coming night)
it's exactly what (it's a coming storm)
we've been waiting for (never seen before)
it is a fading light
inside another star (inside a distant star)
a distant passenger (a coming passenger)
that I knew from afar
grab yourself by the collarbone and don't let go no matter who will sing for you
or tell you
to be who
you are
you're a freedom
you're a freedom
running after a dying kingdom
you are the fading light
inside a new beginning (inside a distant star)
waiting for the end (that I saw long ago)
to ring (from such a great afar)
mysterious
praiseworthy
entity
inside of me
renewable
nuclear
energy
of the bomb (the nuclear bomb is me...)
is me (the renewable bomb is me...)
(I'm in love with the renewable bomb)
(I'm in love with the nuclear bomb)
freedom... freedom...
freedom... freedom...
it's a nightmare
it's a drowning God
coming up from under the underground
it is the fading light
inside a coming star
that I saw long ago
from such a great afar...
(
it's a nightmare
it's a drowning God
coming up from under the underground
it is the fading light
inside a distant star
that I saw long ago
from such a great afar
mysterious
praiseworthy
entity
inside of me
renewable
nuclear
energy
of the bomb...
)
(
I know freedom
I don't know freedom
I'm a slave
I'm a slave
)
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9. |
Love Kills Slow
03:10
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