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Music in Phases
04:01
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Once considered at the center of sequential intent
We'd sever thoughts and heads of those engines of change
Who'd explain the game in paragraphs
But oh how we'd twist and tangle
Another celebration, another severance, another calibration, to the recent level of a minimum expectation
Here now we'd levy there's a certain level of a natural inclination
That's to be expected
to dilute is the next step, or to run in terror
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Road to Damascus
03:04
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ran into trouble on the road to damascus,
stuck spears in their thoughts, hidden comments.
till the acid hit.
combination, right down to the exit plans.
you really thought that? girl is a tarpit.
she sits in their thrones and they cut off his head.
calling the astral, the angel you saw,
carrying a sign, and a knife in their backs.
under the sun, beneath the convalescence.
beneath his arms, an impressive weight to carry.
calling satan, i hate to narrate it,
but underneath the sun we couldn't trace it inside.
ran into trouble on the way home from damascus,
stuck spears in their throats and they got what it takes!
under his sign, till its force shone right through them!
under the sun, felt so guilty inside.
sad and drunk, on the road to damascus went,
and jumping off a terminal decline.
all the way home, and off the road to damascus...
underneath the sun, on the road to damascus,
stuck the spears in their throats, and then they cut off the head.
underneath the sun, i felt so guilty inside,
over there.
oh the sun, on the road to damascus wept, and it bled, at the red of our backs.
oh the son on the road to damascus wept.
oh well.
gotta wonder if we were all to feel bad about it.
can we be seen in public?
anyway, anywhere. it wept and it bled,
and it can dig its head out of dirt.
had a soul, and had faith in its part,
and it burned up in flames, and then it went away.
can be seen in its shame, behind its shadow,
cast it on the ground in time, but then it went away.
i'll be seen on the road up to damascus,
and they cut off his head!
and then they cut off his head!
oh the scene on the road to damascus went.
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"Couple namechangers in a southern cemetery."
Common predilection, neither name did fit in at all.
"He said he'd come off straight as an arrow."
Cursed your company and terrorized the children! At the terminal, outside the common fair.
Focus your attention, on somebody, elsewhere.
"Misconception."
Soon as you get the message, couldn't come in through any clearer: OH! HOLD ON! LET ME RECONSIDER!
"Come again?"
"Fourteen stripes on opposite sides, down their thighs. Said they died holding hands."
(Later on the autopsy table: October fourteenth within two minutes of each... of each other. A complicated mess we were in... When we were questioned all we got to say was this: "didn't seem like anything really out of the ordinary, for them, at all".)
"I can't say much, probably best to burn the truth, along with their bodies, soon as we dig them up, and toss them on that burning pyre under the moon."
(Desdemona, goodbye moon)
"Both witnesses, coming up soon."
Why don't you take your lessons from the moon?
Why can't you take your lessons from the moon?
Why can't you take your lessons from the moon?
Why don't you take your lessons from the moon?
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Petardier
02:04
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caught a phone booth, call it photographic
and overlapped with the lesson ended
oh shit, now it's caught between em
could have fought it but the ancients offer the old french method of revenge
petardier said, it went to his head again.
oh shit, now I'm stuck beneath it.
a toppled wall down on my head.
I caught a sent of, call it telepathic
and overlapping with the end I said to them:
"this could be as good as last week. your confession wouldn't be so needed."
a conquest, set em both back at the foot of the wall,
but the timing wasn't perfect,
and the bomb rigged to the highest blew its fuse too soon
and broke its fall on our hero down there, armor and all.
old friend, crawling beneath it.
oh shit, really should've saw that coming.
was the old french method of revenge
petardier said, oh it wasn't all us then!
I'll arrange myself under the wreckage then.
was the old french method of revenge,
petardier said, it went to his head again.
oh shit, you really should've seen it.
fucking double-edged sword shit.
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5. |
Local Tragedian
02:51
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the consequence is less than what you wanted.
from it there a lesson is presented:
it's generous to run away.
i fucking need to mutilate today.
she was our national depression.
friend, you know, the less convalescent.
national defense.
one in less than what you see but then she said it.
there it went again,
i'll run away.
attention! from the sound of it, he planned it!
wrenching for your pornographic man.
cleanse your bodies of the generous disempowering national agenda.
glad now that i've left it all behind.
pray a while.
a photo or your favorite song.
you are a light. a word, inspiring.
...and too, oh no, he left and then he said: quarter-graphic secret insurrection.
national forget it while you argue.
christ, it isn't all a master plan but all of my friends have realized it and caught us in the fucking act.
consequently i've become the center of a commonly retold tragic tale.
I nabbed it for our local tragedian.
trample on the lesson that's presented.
it's generous to run away.
i fucking need to mutilate!
national forget it while you argue.
christ it isn't all a master plan, but let's just all forget it while you argue.
consequently less than what you wanted.
national forget it while you argue.
a need to mutilate.
consequently less than what you wanted.
national forget it while you argue.
consequently less than what you wanted.
a need to mutilate.
let's just all forget it while you argue.
consequently less than what's presented.
let's just all forget it while you argue.
consequently less than what you wanted.
let's just all forget it while you argue.
i need to mutilate.
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6. |
Augustus Laser Jesus
03:31
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Sweet but spoils much too easily, I find
the moon shines on our designs tonight, uh-huh.
From the old-school of blood-letters.
Like a dream,
only half remembered.
Nothing's clear...
...to you
Augustus Laser Jesus,
I feel like I better cut it out,
and look at the camera.
Camouflage on the outside,
but on the inside?
Don't you surround yourself!
You outta come by,
and see how much you can hide!
I pour this one out for you,
before you sustain any more wounds.
At least not more than you should.
shall I say before?
you can't even count em...
Augustus Laser Jesus,
I feel like I better cut it out,
and look at the camera.
Camouflage on the outside,
but on the inside?
Don't you surround yourself!
You outta come by,
and see how much you can hide!
Augustus Laser Jesus,
I feel like I better cut it out!
and look at the camera!
Camouflage on the outside,
but on the inside?
don't you surround yourself!
you outta come by,
and see how much you can hide!
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passing through a tense stage over staten island. body's all detached though its centers reactive. from completion of cycle psychosis her topical caress has seen men with less control over themselves falling prey to a sense of entropy. I sharpen my fangs, like I'd need them, and rip flesh. torn from a back.
...as she reminds me I'm passing through a tense stage. I never wanted to admit it. I was hoping I could soon escape without having to state my intentions.
I'm made fresh by a toppling depiction of blood on the pages, of man at most taxed. I can see myself in his eyes. from time to time, in passers by.
oh this sense! is presented! or presentimented!
what extent? is it presented? or presentimented?
because tonight I am passing through a tense stage
I didn't even know I was explaining it
I was just out hailing eris
I didn't even know I was explaining it
oh, tonight I'm just passing through a tense stage
I didn't even know I was explaining it
I was just out hailing eris
I didn't even know I was explaining it!
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8. |
Predictive Text
02:19
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I like the idea of hurting people, and being so fucking scared of them, because I got no reason for not knowing how to make them feel better about the future, and the future's not going anywhere. So I think I can leave you alone with me for the first week of the season.
Gonna have to get out there for the first time since we've had the conversations, and I'm bleeding red. All my friends who are in love with this one don't think it's going anywhere, anywhere, until 10AM the following morning.
But then I got the job, got the money. Back and forth with me to get it back.
You can also slow down with your favorite coffee or whatever else you want, baby.
Maybe stop crying a minute, go back to sleep.
You showed me a song yesterday, honestly I'm a little surprised by it all. Fucked up with you but I know you're going back to the same place. You know I love you so bad, but you don't want me on the schedule, so you can't get it done with the other guys.
You just wanted to see me again, you didn't have a chance to get it out of your head, so you don't need a lot of attention from him.
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older narratives for younger lovers,
in the same way it was for our mothers.
oh, but not our fathers.
they'd drink themselves to death.
maybe in the same way, we'll be following in their footsteps.
or decide they're worth redeeming,
instead of the cycle repeating.
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10. |
What Became of the Axe
02:30
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I dreamt about it all night
the fleeting breath of my reprise
of quietude and depth
it was hence from this gap I was flung
out of the dark and mist
out of the ground the axe had sprung
and up into the sky, it climbed
and maybe it hasn't fallen just yet, but it sure as hell will
might not have fallen just yet, but you know the hell it will
left to rotate in space for an orbital lifetime
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I write my songs in language no one understands cuz I just can't put words through the pen, like some can.
Oh, here he comes again, with that; nothing you're used to, self-aware flair.
Always walks on grass, and never asphalt.
Try not to be so anticipatory,
and I'll try not to be so associative.
Maybe you could just slow down, a minute or two?
and let the rest of the world catch up to you?
cuz I'm feeling, two timelines.
All knowing glance, stifled smile,
rolling eyes betrays what's hidden inside.
Kid's the type I just can't decide like...
do I punch him or jump his bones?
maybe get him stoned?
he don't even want you.
Even if you ask to come thru...
dude, he will crucify you...
He also sings in language in no one understands,
cuz it seems to me, he's had it up to his knees, with anyone ever hashing out the meaning.
He also sings in language no one understands, cuz it seems so bland to be understood.
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