1. |
Medicine Cabinet
03:47
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disorienting, flood, you learned to make it sting
with pale faced polaroids fear in everything
whoever told you that the pendulum swings both ways is the same one handing out the pills
that's the same one that's handing out the pills
with the dead lotus root, and a freak to trample through
you sit on the edge of the bed and stare into the blue screen
flashing between scenes
affected wheels lock in place, no connection made
medicine cabinet authorization, for me
medicine cabinet authorization, finally authorization
something for everyone, denounced and highjacked
fuck it, look away, barnum statement feedback loops
i need that too, linger fractionally in gravity
so sad to see it through
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2. |
Red Reticle Gratitude
04:02
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occupied interests amusingly diminished within this resonant vortex
floating labyrinth of more-or-less inhabitants
dithered down to a low bit sound, pronounced, and irritably profound
shaped and exposed in a way that you know it won't grow
a grey dawn, color is gone
don't make a spectacle outta yourself
shelf "me" ambitions
shovel fuel in the furnace and listen
don't speak up
the device stays running-on-even, long after you're gone
withdrawn and mistaken, eject mass in a vicious tailspin til' you're vacant within
I see the white horse and the crown
and I just wanna pull you down
you've got your substance and hopes
I should swallow and piss them out
into halls of bright unfiltered light that accent the defects
before I strip the chords bare, rearrange and reconnect
and then you realize just how distant and self interested you've been
oh yes, and the stale rage makes its way across the brain like a shockwave
locked on a path, head on a stake
bathed in dark matter and laying in wait
the codex just up and unwinds
refines what it finds then rewinds and defines
a low bit sound pronounced and irritably profound
to fit it within the bounds of reason, eventually we all get to see it
I see the white horse and the crown
and I just wanna pull you down
you've got your substance and hopes
I should swallow and piss them out
into halls of bright unfiltered light that accent the defects
before I strip the chords bare, rearrange and reconnect
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3. |
Sept. 1938
00:58
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4. |
The Shadow
04:21
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for every hundred chumps outta the gate that jump into broadcast cause their microphone's cock shaped
One's born with the muted gene that's a step up
next up to shape up the state of things
faced with the darkness a space just erupted, blowing up
and taking the piss out of the competition
the very composition of the man may advance and the aggro in on The Shadow
how the fuck you suppose to fight what you can't see?
man of the night with the hand speed of lighting
who jams himself in dividing, mind redirecting for the next thing he's gonna bring
The Shadow gotta devil on his tail, god owes him a favor and he's saving it to get out of hell
bold decision stands, eventual collision is at hand, the aggro is on the shadow
with evil gusto on the grow cops musta known, seen assholes takin more chances
what you think you saw on the seen you didn't see, it couldn't be Lamont Cranston
That one chick knows who he really is
so fuck frank buck and tarzan
fuck the backstage wife and camel caravan
sherlock holmes couldn't find his own dick and ripley's believe it or not
i couldn't give a shit, radio, hate it no suspense in a bad show
edge of your seat gotta meat you ball bag
though had no mind for deceit till a trick front the east
and the aggro is on the shadow
faced with the darkness a spark just erupted
blowing up, and taking the piss out of the competition
the very composition on the man may advance
and the aggro is on the shadow
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5. |
Shots to the Kneecap
04:50
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6. |
Oct. 29, 1938
01:53
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7. |
Stealth Bomber
04:06
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The modest mountain melody flows
---(The modest mountain melody flows)
working on these canopy ghosts
---(working on these canopy ghosts)
a billion tiny blue ufos
---(a billion tiny blue ufos)
urging them to come and sit close
---(who waits to be remixed and retold?)
whoa that's you're sentence
this is where the new great the old
---(how do you get out of your sentence?)
you're somewhere stuck between both
---(how do you get out of your sentence?)
sorry son but I must withhold
---(how do you get out of your sentence?)
I fear you'll paint the indian gold
whoa that's you're sentence
and I can't waste my time forgiving when its all gotta go
the modest mountain melody flows
---( the modest mountain melody flows)
working on these canopy ghosts
---(working on these canopy ghosts)
sorry son but i must withhold
---(sorry son but i must withhold)
I fear you'll paint the indian gold
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8. |
Death's Design
04:42
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you did sad shit in vein
the walls came down you're home again
abstractions override
with death's design what comes to life?
how does one address the missteps and bad will?
that guilt that comes with loving something that you've helped to kill
Like highways stretching into the darkness
begging the question on death's design
you could push rewind and stare the information isn't there
you're searching for a ghost, you bring your demons everywhere
that moment comes where I'm wondering just who am I?
its tiny footsteps outside for following? decide
Like highways stretching into the darkness
cracks in the pavement spell out "why?"
this time you're giving me nothing
I'm contemplating death's design
Like highways stretching into the darkness
cracks in the pavement spell out "why?"
this time you're giving me nothing
the fucking phone is ringing inside
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9. |
Nov. 5, 1939
02:21
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10. |
All Right
06:55
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Pg. 256 New Haven, Connecticut
Sinewave Recording Studio's house band. An outlet to experiment with new gear and techniques.
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