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Astronaut
01:53
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Survey the worry,
comma and puncture the sky
Filled my books with data:
Re-entry brought a tear to my eye
Missions a failure
In this matter of time
From Texas to home
In an anagram of a Neo-Tokyo
It's just so cold
I'm all alone
It's just so cold
and will you tell my wife and kids that I love them so?
I'm so sorry, it's just so cold.
It's just so cold,
I'm all alone
It's just so cold.
And will you tell my wife and kids that I love them so?
I'm so sorry...
It's just so cold
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2. |
Leech Detachment
01:49
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This is another menial connection
Only a physical restraint that tugs a line
Detach the leeches
Pour the blood back into your mouth
False idol worship
Carry the statues that burden you yet
In false idol worship,
they still burn with you
Limits!
Limits! (too far!)
Limits!
It's overflown
It's overflown
False idol worship
Carry the statues that burden you yet
In false idol worship,
they still burn with you
Goodnight is not goodbye.
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3. |
Rationale
01:48
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Allergen is flaring to the bomb squad,
canine goes for the throat.
Distaste for liquorice politician
Paint your nails in shellac portraits
When you're looking left, I'm looking down
Congratulations, you're the class clown
When you're looking right, I'm looking down
Fear is not in your rationale
Sniff around my toes
So no one knows
Daisy trampled underneath my feet
Atrophy! (turn away from me)
Entropy! (turn away in me)
Take from me! (and now you take from me)
Fear is not in your rationale!
The promise to be elevated
Take me away from here
You may speak for the birthday party,
but never for me!
Fear is not in your rationale!
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I'm counting days against themselves
dragged through waves that do not fall
"I will never see you again",
that thinking bleeds into a common self
(Across that still and silent sea, I watch a form resembling both yours and my own: shedding the past and tearing veins from bone.)
Your image still bleeds me dry
Are you like me, afraid to die?
Give me back a giant clock
hang it from the light so we can stop
time leaking out one eye
now you've got it in your sights
Into dreaming, the memory bled.
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Light
08:02
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Coerced in fashion by lone star guards,
the feeling is mutual to tear me apart.
Blue black backdrop in bedtime waiting
Tread idle tides and cast your weight.
Drive the clocks to dream at half-speed,
lower the gravity to replicate the feeling:
a lose-lose complex.
I am not an offer to make it a mission,
a noose to play space man yet you’re still heavier than air
Treating loss as means to mend, what is there left if I don't wake up?
In cement block shoes, trying to jump higher...
Closer and closer, take another step.
Closer and closer, into the water...
Come with me.
Those transit lights, bright city streets
New distant stars, they won't let me sleep
Am I gone, or is everyone?
Is it enough to be and not become?
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6. |
Satellite Boy
02:46
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How far can it take mass
on stilts that degrade?
Stubborn kick in the
Shins still driving away
Just shy, just shy of Fooly Cooly
No where to go! Only down
It's only natural to see that
I can't bear the thought
A lifetime of dying slowly
In a town like this all covered in smoke
You forget that there's a world outside
I tried not to sink while swimming
Now I need someone to throw me a lifeline
I'm caught at half mast
The rope is a runway around my neck
Raise your flag, raise it high
Raise your flag, raise it high
Raise your flag, raise it high!
No where to go! Only down
Its only natural to see that
I can't bear the thought
A lifetime of dying slowly
In a town like this all covered in smoke
You forget that there's a world outside
I tried not to sink while swimming
Now I need someone to throw me a lifeline
Dreaming of the world, awake in weightlessness...
Throw me a line
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7. |
Grid
03:17
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Is this the Earth? So cold in my hands
Is this the Ocean? So deep in my brain
Flood it with caution on the tip of a letter
Coerced with fragments of ice still far too cold
No one knows! (inside the grid)
Turning and turning! (inside the grid)
Yearning in bedsheets (inside the grid)
Turning and turning
You're inside the grid!
Carry the melody of a memory so out of tune
The television frequency out late so soon
castrated intention not when or still is why
secretly mentioned in mid May, June or July
No one knows! (inside the grid)
Turning and turning! (inside the grid)
Yearning in bedsheets (inside the grid)
Turning and turning
You're inside the grid!
So I push a brick past the edge
A tartan tightrope to take you from this ledge
When did this space become so dark?
When I close my eyes, its a different shade of black!
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8. |
In Stasis
01:59
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9. |
Urgency Terminal
02:11
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Breathe it in, such heavy air
Trace back the steps that led you here
Love and shame, or fear and doubt?
This grave for suns bends time without a home
Unaffirmed of any worth, I carve into my skin those seven words; their voice unfound. My voice unfound.
"I'm all alone, it's just so cold"
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10. |
Star Pattern
02:51
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I can still feel the strain!
Trackers ears on burial grounds
Envelope pusher, pushes me too hard
Still push comes to shove
I speak in spins
Out here it's just so cold
But I sit and wait, till the day
I don't feel so alone
Trace back the steps
Back the steps, here we come
Back to the first day
Back to the first day and we begin
And so it begins.
Belligerent voices still tell me nothing!
Still tell me nothing.
I formed alone, I'll fade as one
and from memory's bed, I'll return to none.
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