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Epilogue (After Touch)
04:10
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Outside the lines I’ve drawn to shadow
where I got lost in the plot,
or if I’m reeling.
Touchdown can feel like an arrival
like a movie that’s faded out.
But, I still wonder what’s behind
(this) Life is how you frame it
You just sigh (But) you just have to fail to break it
Culture is a gift that keeps on taking.
If you’re not feeling low,
You’ll never get back up to find
Life is how you frame it.
You just sigh,
you just have to fail to break it.
You just slide,
and you walk it off to be there somewhere else.
You just slide
You just slide
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Calling out for the insight of why (it was) meant to be---
calling an empirical style_
de-dolomitization can be recreated
Calling an empirical sound
Calling an empirical sound
Looks like ancients
had concepts created
manifested to be apropos.
But time had erased them.
Garishly faded.
There was a spark, then a flame, (and) now it’s gone
Calling out for the insight of why (it was) meant to be
Calling an empirical style
A new set of what and why it was meant to be
Content relation
ersatz fabrications
opposite of what you did years ago
obstinate impatience
constant repainting
Maybe some things should be left in the past
At revisionists helm,
they will take it to be altered.
They will dissect and adjust purpose until it is gone.
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3. |
Interface
03:18
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I don’t believe we’re there, but I would take you anyways
Despite what the meters say, I would listen to my eyes
The screen was still two sided
I would spend my summer and it all amounts to;
I was seventeen and in my own mind.
Unforsaken hours bending at the spine
Lost beyond the shore, turning myself inside out
The symptoms of the cure when singularity's not there
I lay down barely distinguishing what’s mine
I would sublimate my life
I would let you on my other side.
My other side.
Other side
My other side
My other side
My two sides
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4. |
Remaining Light
05:45
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In the heat of the night,
something is on my mind.
A lot isn't right,
In fact, it's a crime.
I'm not telling you,
(because) you know why
we're having a hard time
shining a light.
Looking for a reaction? I know I've got mine.
How is there no connection between guns and lost lives
There is no magic solution to survive
We need immediate action to dismantle sides
This hegemonic oppression, It doesn't matter why.
(We need) to acknowledge dominion,
because colour is not a crime
I don't want to mention how many more times?
Looking for a reaction? I know I've got mine.
How is there no connection between guns and lost lives.
There is no magic solution to survive.
We need immediate action to dismantle sides.
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5. |
Still Life
05:47
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In this indelible life
I’ve seen as much I thought I would
Not all tasks I tried to do in spare
There is a focus that loosens with wear
In intelligible air
I can see the picture without the frame
I know we all have a cross to bear
But I’ve been carrying this feeling around with me for a while
That I don’t care.
A while. Cared for a while
In intelligible air
I can see the picture without the frame
I know we all have a cross to bear
But I’ve been carrying this feeling around with me for a while
that I don’t care,
A while now
that I can’t figure it out.
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6. |
Are They Signs?
05:24
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One day when I was sweeping, It seemed like there was more dust on the broom than on the floor.
I’ll buy the line
All I desire
Animal style
I’ll take what’s mine
I have no reason to stand tall
Or to have a will at all
I’ve got enough/I haven’t got enough.
Alternate times
I’ll take charge
The marble tile
It’s my one weakness
I have my reasons to stand tall
but I still take the fall
I’ve got enough/I haven’t got enough.
Are they signs? Are they words of fiction or my state of mind?
I’ll defy the short term fashions we left behind.
Are they signs? Are they what we’ve heard so long that they seem right?
I’ll define all the ugly fictions that live to undermine
I’ve got enough/I haven’t got enough.
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7. |
Clear Blue Sky
05:10
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You don’t have your sights
on the satellites
You gave all your rights
up to satellites
You can’t say that you don’t use them every day
You can’t say that you don’t need them every night
How many do you know by name
cause you tell them everything
While you sleep through the night they give secrets away.
How many do you know by name
Cause you’re talking to the sky
All of your idle opinions will become debris
You can’t say that you don’t use them every day
You can’t say you won’t be lost if they went away
Can you see the lights / Have you seen the lights
On the satellites
You can’t say that you don’t use them every day
You can’t say that you don’t need them every night
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8. |
Morning Sun
05:43
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Every time I wander,
step outside life,
surrender.
All over now. It's crazy how every day is steeped in now
Every line I remember,
the train bends it takes me
overground
and makes a sound. It wakes me up and takes me out
Every time I travel
over the bridge
misunderstandings
Overnight gives way to light and I close my eyes.
Even if I could remember
press until it breaks,
still take a loss
Too much to make amends with all desires I’ve indulged in
Every time I ever wondered,
it has been rain and thunder
I can’t pretend that I don’t need to tend.
I really can’t imagine
that I’d wanted to beat them,
I don’t know, I believe in self.
Everyone has their morning sun.
Opened my eyes to find nothing’s changed at all.
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