1. |
Expirometer
03:30
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Despise the flesh
Third part, a puppet
Feuilleton facts
Spiraling tracks
Caring isn't cool
Chatterjaw clamped
Deform and diffuse
Quartered ribcage
(chorus)
Traveling breath across a mirror
Poured out over everything
Boiling mist is churning nearer
Give away a tenth again
Money has a face
To each backside
And a back to each face
Halved to survive
Deadwood calluses
Black grass in charred lungs
Takes two people to make you
And one to deify
(c)
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2. |
Break Room
02:39
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Sit down, on the medium chair
It ain't easy but it's not hard
Turn it off, and on again
Sounds cheesy but it's a start
(chorus)
But if I...
With good behavior who knows
In the break room they,
Own the clock, but the hour's yours
That's the main thing
Pungent meatjuice, and slop of greens
Unprintable loss above
Hungry as you, the animals feed
Best pushed out of bed with a shove
(c)
Factory-packed, in frantic formations
The haven of the booboise
No lack, of new relations
Time for a new you not me
(c)
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3. |
Blame
04:09
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Low slung ridge
Bellying over
Slouched low and scrambling
Rays shone through wind
Skewering cover
Snake in hand rattling
(chorus)
One hand in the current
Two feet in the stream
Ripples washing out
Waves crashing in
Bug to a flame
Roasted again
Someone to blame
Frequent frier
Reeking liar
Shamed and retaining
Stare into fire
Drive by wire
Drained and hydroplaning
(c)
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4. |
F1 (Open Face)
01:25
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Draincleaner
04:13
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Not spun out and circling
Not fizzing inside out the drain
Not headed upside down
Get left and end up right again
Don't overthink it
There's still some time to catch the train
Dive into footprints
Push it straight down and back again
(chorus)
Sink or swim another fish flops on the floor
Slippin and a sliding
Blown away by Noah's flood
Foreign things in the back of the drawer
Locked up safe in hiding
Caked in memories and mud
Pulled under streetlights
Unrecognizable back then
No need to sleep nights
Just fall in here and there again
Change with the seasons
Leafblown and scattered to the winds
Searching for reasons
Reheated then got cold again
(c)
Still spun out curdling
Still fizzing cut across the grain
Still heading upstate now
Hang gliding in a hurricane
Don't underthink it
There's still some things to rearrange
Climb up the high cliffs
Just go to sleep and wake again
(c)
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6. |
F2 (The Splits)
01:21
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Hysteresis
03:37
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Crosswalk crosstalk, over shoulder dirty look
Move ahead another block, read about it in a book
Smudged up metal bar, skewered underground car
Drain my reservoir, gonna be a superstar
(chorus)
Breathing, my life into you
What you've always been but somehow forgot
Burning shamelessly every time never afraid
Impulse laggin on a contact bounce
Had my doubts you're flying off the track
Shoulda bought a house out in hackensack
But once you leave there's no coming back
So shut down
Don't need a real coat, don't cast a real vote
Always a ready quote, grab your reader by the throat
Thousand threadcount sheets, 12th floor mercy seat
Bums fighting in the street, pulsating to the backbeat
(c)
Cardboard box table, never paid for cable
Need a new label, ready willing and able
Gonna be a yes man, crush another beer can
Fill a bowl raisin bran, bullet in the brain pan
(c)
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8. |
False Alarm
05:55
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A great problem deserving attention
Solve it now by going to bed, then
Ten trillion gallons per hour flow
Advertisements, a night for my nose
(chorus)
False alarm though
I am hunting myself
Older tides flow
Nothing new under the sun
Braying donkeys roped in
Spitting through screens
Get past the open
Mutations in my genes
Earth shifting underfoot
Nocturnal edition feels good
Gold line on the road under shoes
Jumping up like a burning fuse
(c)
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9. |
F3 (Hurry Up and Wait)
00:48
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(Instrumental)
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10. |
Wonder What
02:52
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You're way overdue
From my point of view
Just gonna pass through
Wonder what you're up to
Bet it's nothing new
You're shivering and blue
And almost see-through
Sprawled on fifth avenue
Wonder what you're up to
Bet it's nothing new
It's not good for you
How you've attached to
That picture that you drew
Wonder what you're up to
Bet it's nothing new
Your animal glue
I still can't undo
But I never thanked you
Wonder what you're up to
Hope it's something new
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11. |
Loner
03:42
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In the rain, there are sparks today
Just remembering the way you speak
Sounds the same, in every word I say
Blurry vision winter springs a leak
(chorus)
Where have I been, I'm so bored with myself
Don't wanna be a loner but don't want nobody else
Air peeling skin into broken eggshells
Don't wanna be a loner but don't want nobody else
Oscillate, here and back again
Echo building up on myself
Feels great, clear unpacked it when
Zipper torn and you can't tell
(c)
Get well, work from home for
Extended days on end
Doorbell, made my thumb sore
Pretend to climb ahead
(c)
Objects in mirrors
Are closer than they appear
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12. |
F4 (Slower Than Sound)
01:50
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(Instrumental)
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13. |
Public Service
02:59
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Eyes all crusted up
Squinting through the veil
Motor barks and growls
Rain or snow won't stop the mail
Fly all across the world
Ride in dumb little trucks
Makes me wanna hurl
But I'm too tired to give a fuss
(chorus)
What's going off
Where did it go
Who wants it when
Why I don't know
Rumbling along the gloom
Shaking every bed we pass
Metal creaks and moans
Chewing on the broken glass
Veins into arteries
Recycling your trash
Trailing a putrid breeze
Local organic sour mash
(c)
Misty-eyed belching pipes
Getting things where they need to
Working at the morg for stripes
Faces all lovely shades of blue
(c)
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14. |
Obtunded
03:54
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Without this, all things are permitted
Choke artist in the catbird seat
Tocsin bells ringing out for dinner
Been here before, before me
(chorus)
Wake up and piss, the world's on fire
Don't miss, you have to put it out
Unearthing from metamorphosis
Out of one, many and many, one
Rotten apple stuck in the back of this
Out of all, one and out of all, none
(c)
Non-stick coating rubber sole tearing
Lay siege to shining concrete smoke
Interdependence or just sharing
Humors seeping deep into the loam
(c)
Skittering on six feet peeling
Dirty pest with a shallow nest
Forage sap from untapped feeling
Scuttle ship and pick a guest
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15. |
Placebo
03:24
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Between the lines
Wrong or right
Night and light
Turn it off and on again
Between the lines
Being thorough
Another ouroboros
Stirring your drink with a knife
(chorus)
The more crap you believe in
The better off you are
Don't need any reason
You're gonna go far
Between the lines
A dimming star
And inhale tar
Gurgling out under the sink
Behind the times
I never swear
The angel's share
This is not a song
(c)
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16. |
F5 (Sleep Is a Fish)
01:07
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(Instrumental)
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17. |
Power Cycle
04:10
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It's a major feature, gave all my story points
For monopoly money, incinerating joints
You're an overreacher, stepping over my breakpoints
And you think you're funny, reticulated voice
(chorus)
Power cycle
Off and on again
Always right-click everything
Archetypal
Softened coil spring
Sideways sidekick middle pin
Well-connected components, directed as a group
Inner ear decomposition, oversalted chicken soup
Drowned in a sack as bonus, connect and close the loop
Hostile acquisition, fleshy fruits wither and droop
(c)
Throwing fiery fists, pacifist with pacifiers
Tighten little bolts, heavy handed on the pliers
Halfway through an endless list, coexist with amplifiers
Finger outlets feel a jolt, sellers for every buyer
(c)
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18. |
Riptide
03:39
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Face down, on the cool side
Drift away, surface for air
Scrape your chin until it's bare
Wait in place
Move ahead now
Swarms colliding underground
Wheels would help you get around
(chorus)
High-rise wilted salad days
Drawing power from three-phase
Filing cabinets with windows
Shoving heads under pillows
Papers on disk
Stop and frisk
The news is on, the news is bad
Hammer down on double-braced stands
Padded walls to keep the noise in
Radio cure, online poison
Everyone is a setting sun
(c)
Covered keys, under black cloth
Shedding powder like a moth
Grow your face and shave it off
Momentary lapse of reason
Commute from Mars to Sirius
Have a near-life experience
(c)
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19. |
F6 (Dev Null)
01:11
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(Instrumental)
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20. |
F7 (Grass Stains)
01:16
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(Instrumental)
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21. |
Green Neck Blues
03:38
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Laid up in bed, was a late last night
The sky flashed red, unhealthy light
The frame tilted, until upright
Froze in my skin, I couldn't fight
Wheeled metal feet, kicked into flight
In the hallway, I heard voices say
(chorus)
This isn't real, squeeze your eyelids tight
Don't open em til, the air feels alright
You should've slept, when you had the chance
Instead you fell, right through the glass
My raft began, to float its route
No good would come, I had no doubt
I dared not ask, or check outright
Who gave advice, from out of sight
We reached the stairs, I grabbed the rail
Then through the bars, stared a face so pale
(c)
Her long dark hair, tumbled to her waist
Around her neck, a green ribbon traced
A crisp breeze picked up, though we were indoors
The scarf unwound, dropped to the floor
Beneath her chin, a red mouth yawned
A smirking grin, where none belonged
(c alt)
As both her smiles, widened in glee
Her head slipped off, unbound and free
I should've slept, when I had the chance
Instead I fell, right through the glass
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