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Un-make / Re-do
04:09
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I see through your fabrications
This is not a choice
It's a mess
I have dealt with implications
Far beyond this sphere
And I don't guess
Exit - swift
Frequent - drift
Genome - shift
Un-make
Re-do
I see life where others see death
This is not a gift
It's a curse
I have held fast to a course and
I will not correct
Or reverse
Exit - swift
Frequent - drift
Genome - shift
Un-make
Re-do
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Dream
05:20
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Tongue tied
And wild-eyed
I lurch against the wind
The street's paved with leaves
And black dirt
I don't feel lost
Or adrift
Ill at ease
I'm made of dust
As I lift
From my dream
You might think you know me
And you may even be right
Steel boots
Make no sound in snow
I approach
You're wrapped in layers
Against the wind
I don't feel lost
Or adrift
Ill at ease
I'm made of dust
As I lift
From my dream
You might think you know me
And you may even be right
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Oceans
03:31
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Well I'm all for pretence
I'm firmly on the fence
About just about everything
Catch me in a lie
I'll pass the buck with a smile
And make you think of some other guy
Designer shades and a Hugo Boss sweater
Skin tight pants made of crocodile leather
I stroll around in my Björn Borg loafers
Sing along to Frank and Billy Ocean
And I've got nothing left to lose
Or choose
I've got it made
Intoxicated
Paid in full
When it comes to a fight
I'm neither left nor right
I care a lot about not a thing
Cuz I'm all for pretence
I'm firmly on the fence
About just about everything
Designer shades and a Hugo Boss sweater
Skin tight pants made of crocodile leather
I stroll around in my Björn Borg loafers
Sing along to Frank and Billy Ocean
And I've got nothing left to lose
Or choose
I've got it made
Intoxicated
Paid in full
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Wasted
05:16
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More wasted days
More wasted light
Undo this knot and cry
More wasted breaths
More wasted truths
Dissolve this blockage or fail
Bathe in unknown rays
Wallow in
Sink in
Drown in
Die in
Ambient Noise
More wasted nights
More wasted darkness
Unbind this heart and see
More wasted steps
More wasted heartbeats
Deny this life or fail
Bathe in unknown rays
Wallow in
Sink in
Drown in
Die in
Ambient Noise
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More Is More
04:32
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Stop the traffic
Start the engine
Even if your point of view
Is obscured by the fumes
Roll the credits
More is more
Attach and A-sign to your core
And no one asks or assumes
There's only so much you can do
Ah, I can't tell what's right or wrong tonight
And I can't be the one to ease your plight
Cause I don't know
This could be just for show
Feed the beast under your wings
And don't give in until it sings
Or you are lost to this world
Stop the traffic
Start the engine
And adjust your medication
Now you're clear
Watch it unfurl
There's only so much you can do
Ah, I can't tell what's right or wrong tonight
And I can't be the one to ease your plight
Cause I don't know
This could be just for show
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6. |
Deep Sabbath
04:51
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I got nothing to lose
I got somewhere to be
I got down on my knees
To seek blessed relief
Deep Sabbath
I don't know your name
I've got something to prove
I've got nothing to see
I got wind your scheme
To find simple belief
Deep Sabbath
I don't know your name
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On the Road
03:00
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It's not amazing
It's merely symptomatic of
Something I can do without
Too condescending
And absolutely without worth
What's all this fuss about?
Come on
Come on
On the road
On the road again
I can't think of anything
To sing
On the road again
I can't think of anything
It's like a curse
It's like a never ending stream
Of unwanted consciousness
Too tranquil to nurse
Too fragile to massage
And failing to grasp
Its underlying significance
Come on
Come on
On the road
On the road again
I can't think of anything
To sing
On the road again
I can't think of anything
To sing
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Phonogram
04:57
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A dusty pile of records
In the upper left hand corner
Of a shelf weighed down
By years of neglect
And disorder
A continuum of hoarder genes
Passed down through generations
A catalog of memories
And deep deliberations
Don't feel left out
Nobody wants you to
And anyway
Sign this form
Don't look at it
It's for your own benefit
Phonogram
Idle hand
Phonogram
One sixty gram
A black unmarked van drives up
And disturbs your meditation
On the merits of some jazz great's
Reputation
A white clad arm reaches out
And stops the world from spinning
You reach inside
The pocket of your robe
And keep on grinning
Don't feel left out
Nobody wants you to
And anyway
Sign this form
Don't look at it
It's for your own benefit
Phonogram
Idle hand
Phonogram
One sixty gram
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Mindless
04:25
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You justify your existence
In the only way
You know how
You make believe
In the kindest sense
In reality
You're delusion personified
And I
Am I supposed to be
A mere bystander in your plunge to oblivion?
Because I'm no saint
And I have my plagues
That I deal with
On a daily basis
You feel no pain
You're inept in your own way and
Mindless
You think in absurdities
That's the way
You seem to be wired
You fear the unknown
And wave your little fingers
As the saviour
As the ultimate bad ass
And I
Look on in amusement
As you repeatedly ram your feet
In your mouth
And there's no escape
There's no relief
From the mundane observations
You hold forth
You feel no pain
You're inept in your own way and
Mindless
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What Now
03:23
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I find it confusing
That you're incapable of musing
On the dilemmas of your choosing
The situation needs defusing
Let it go
You've gotta let it go
What now?
I think you're amazing
Despite of because of conflating
Your personality and feelings
Into a supernatural being
Let it go
You've gotta let it go (you know)
Do you even care what I want you to be?
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Appalled and Tired
04:15
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I don't need any help
I poison things with competence
Distant sounds become loud
They will reach me in due course
I am appalled and tired
One, two, three, four
The overlord of all things wrong
Three, four, five, six
I don't need any friends
I hold court with my own damn self
Absent mind becomes clear
I revolves around emptiness
I am appalled and tired
One, two, three, four
The overlord of all things wrong
One, two, three, four
Three, four, five, six
I beat myself with stones and sticks
Five, six, seven, eight, nine
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Six Eight
05:10
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Listen
And I will tell you
Because there was not
Ever anyone who knew
That the space
Between words
Is the universe condensed
To its bare essence
I see
You plead
I tell
You feel
Six eight
Six eight
I'm alone again
Somehow
You will discover
Your true self
Among the ruins
Because emptiness
Is but a thought
And you can watch it
Glide away
Into nothingness
I see
You plead
I tell
You feel
Six eight
Six eight
I'm alone again
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