1. |
Traipse of relation
02:29
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Saw my friend the other day
Couldn't understand a word
Greek through rain, listening
Though on the fence registered
Rebranding is brazen in a traipse of relation
You only have to hear what your friend has to say
If it's not absurd
Lost my friend the easy way
Became what he despised
Something's up behind your face
I can't tell if its a lie
The question deeply haunting me
Is more than I can bear
Remiss in the acquisition
What I thought wasn't so clear
Every day I hear this song
In my head like it's not my own
I can't stop thinking about
What you said and what I've known
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2. |
Font of reading
04:58
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This is what you couldn't make of it
You don't know the phrase of smoke cuz it's a lazy flake I wrote
The flour's sour, oven wire, water tower, root beer float
Cost of dress is flush,
Furniture nourishment, ornament dross
The mark stirred in a spark knit cask full of wash
Desecrate the fastidious
I already have to feel like talking again. The first verse is over and the second one begins and again I felt like I could keep on talking to them, as if the basement wasn't cramped enough tonight, I was craving erosion, smelled the roses like cocaine in the medicine cabinet, and I just had to have another eighth to waste on it
You could slip away, even as I wait
Even as I wait, I have had my last days come across as a when question from beyond quitting the ouija. If I am a spirit (not a ghost anymore) why do I move through the future, frontier front lawn, with the fear of swamp spawn?
I won't be looking for another reason to keep feeling like I returned to the time I had the time to have had an opening in my head
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3. |
The town's song
03:59
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When I'm next in line I can buy
Lens a sick dime rote and bine
When I'm next in line I can buy the proof
Is it assigned to combine our use?
We only own a short time before
We only unassure, I assume we incur
In droves into a doppler we splash
In droves into adulation, on occasion I'm sure
Student it's a crime I glibly glide
Pool up like a slime in the flame
Student I retired to the tides of you
Climbed two lines past the path i drew
Student it's a crime I glibly glide
Pool up like the slime in the flame
Student it's a crime I didn't die for you
Woke up indie rock and coped just to talk to you
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4. |
La qualita progettato
02:23
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Somali echo, straight, row right
By the bend, buy the money you lend
Hit Saturn course, ruddy, oh little buddy
I'd be bryce borrowing the can of sand
A leech, larry, coriander
In questo capitolo
Comprendere e riconoscere
La qualita progettato
Come si afferma essere
Prepare the bore, message inside resigned
To a tied shoe, a leek, a sty, to tow the bend
Critical crucial, all ends well, ruddy, oh little buddy
When lies deep beneath crows keep in a can
Teaching to span the land of dance
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5. |
Saxon I
04:11
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In the small room with reflections all you can see are lights on the ceiling. Are the stars themselves powering your laptop battery and keeping your LEDs blinking?
What is music but the sound of jet planes going by at different speeds? The electrons have to come from somewhere and the sound waves aren't getting closer.
What are the lights between the stars you can see except for reflections on the ceiling projected by the stars you can't see? The nailbiters are clapping, the helicopters are snooping.
What entity followed me back here and it's staring at me from the dark of the mirror repeating the image that spoke to me in the code of a soul? My notes erode into the solemn and dull.
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6. |
Saxon II
03:25
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The mule churns water
The bucket tips the wheel
In a pool of salt contemplating his gullet
I walk outside barefoot in the rain
shivering from my body aching in the cold and gray
wondering where my love has been
It’ll be gone again tomorrow, of this I am certain
No one doesn’t keep just offering me another chance
I deny time has passed
By and by, my psychedelic trance
is a fecal cake i lie my head inside and
struggling to survive beside the smell in my personal hell
But you wear what’s warm, it’s familiar to be sore
where you come from, what you done, don’t matter any more
it’s the white scrawled walls with sound of the ocean
and the pearl that you store warped into a core
so you will what’s been sown and you come from what you own
and if it don’t mean shit you can lick my bones
tear off the flesh where the blood once stewed because
this life is a thrill, and then you’re through.
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7. |
The comb's tune
05:49
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a contest as vast as a pupil's shoulderwidth had birthed grudges older than this, yet, hence from my grip, a withholding of fifths, fried split flat cassettes, mortality... mine own mind drips thru the wallpaper around me...
i diced ample paperweights under the candor of a candle's heel. the fence propelled vents from cheddar hill as i fell into the boulder dragging forth the sallow pill of my kite's string unpulled by the wind
i walk the forest searching for the forest, i haven't found a thing. so how do you vigorously deny the existence of a cruel lifeless universe? practice throwing crumpled paper into the void under the candor of a candle's heel
"chaos is control"
the universe blushes
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8. |
Jauh pandangan
02:11
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dismissal from the dream
makes you mobilize and rise outta sleep
you're back where you started
it's marked foreign auto, a statistic
slapdash on discs and kush spliffs
center of you spinning into the earth
comfort comes in the form of technology
cuz all i want's to get what i want
slapdash, kush spliffs, and sick, yeah
center of me spinning into the earth
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9. |
1966
03:03
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the evidence of a rainbow drop fervor endeavor
oh now an echo thru which my thoughts disappear
the image is clear but previous to an imagined memory
a thought is endeared, i prepare to face the scenery
a thought which is despair, minimal transmission
now the languages i have heard are a flowerless scent
the petals form pages and the whites are widely swept
forest of my senses, an abundance encountered, i whiff
stop the ransom issue. remiss in the acquisition
a thought which i declare, minimal translation
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10. |
Fall in the sun
02:33
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rewind the tape and the battery bleeds
a bell reverberates and exceeds
the rate of enrapturing
get these angels outta my face
i got a script to fill and i'm of age
right about to have my pills replaced
condition worsens until i'm left to stay
on the field when we fell in the sun
the sky leaned down and sent us
the sound of our laughter back down
at the rate of enrapturing
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