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Upside Down in the Attic
00:51
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Falling from High Places
02:48
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Sing upon the moonlight, all dog-like,
simple, stupid, and happy
Clasp the muzzle when you need to
Scold me when you feel the need be
Sybil's on the edge of the bed
Cherubs marching out of her head
Beauty that I never could hold
Whisper to me 'til I grow cold
Cut away, cut away
Strip all those feelings out
Muscle and flesh all that's
left after excising -
Doubt yourself, doubt yourself
You are not worthy of
love like the deafening
buzz of a thousand bugs
Picture on the mantle frame of
a dead dove in a verdant field
I obediently wait for you
to catch my gaze so I can feel
Sybil's on the edge of the room
Violets slowly come in to bloom
Giants lumbering in the hall
Pulling me up out of her thrall
Cut away, cut away
Strip all those feelings out
Muscle and flesh, all that's
left after excising -
Pitch yourself, pitch yourself,
you are not moving me
All that I've felt
Regarded as futility
I am a dog in a
cage in the living room
Preening myself, only
hoping to amuse you
Am I good? Am I good?
I only wish to please
I'd break my neck
Just to get you
to look at me
Cut me free so I can fly
Clip my feet and watch me try
Plant poppies upon my grave
Grown sick from watching shadows play
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Swan
02:56
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Paul's dripping off the ottoman
Turning blue and spitting things up
Spread eagle on my couch and
tripping the light bombastic
Now I'm calling you, anonymous,
to see what you think should
be done about the ottoman
- I don't want to have to give it up!
Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty
Paul's hand droops from the slab as he's
wheeled out in to the ambulance
I'm left to pick up the pieces
(can you invoice a dead man?)
So I'm calling you, anonymous,
to see what you think should
be done about the ottoman
- I don't want to have to give it up!
Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty
Sinking and spinning,
his life slowly draining
The leather is soaking it
up as he's croaking
Go deeper and deeper
in to pleated features
A luxury coffin
- a burial on markdown
Rich grain leather, what a pleasure
Hand-sewn buttons top it off
Beautiful tassles, certainly no hassle
I saw it first in a dream
The intersection where form meets function
Not up for discussion, it's pure beauty
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Heaven in Disguise
03:56
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Dirty Mary, spill your fluids
Get too high and overdo it
Shackled to the bed and shaking,
scratching all the posts
Virginal special delivery
Tension relief, holy ecstasy
Nothing's entered, all is gained
by Mary, our gracious host
I see it in her eyes - heaven in disguise
The needle slipping out, filled up with her pride
Gushing from her thighs - Defiled Mother!
Dirty Mary, dress the bruises
Arms marked by stigmatic ruins
Picking at her scabs and feeling
haunted by the Ghost
Tie the knot and pull the ripcord
Slip in to a blissful discord
Cherubs dance upon the flowers
opening at her feet
I see it in her eyes - heaven in disguise
The needle slipping out, filled up with her pride
Gushing from her thighs - Defiled Mother!
Fire coming from her mouth as she begin to shake
Great and terrifying textures haunt her waking state
Enter: a lover that had not revealed himself before
HOLY, BLESSED, RIGHTEOUS, DEADBEAT FATHER
His presence fills the room with bombast, smoke, and searing light
Mary shrinks as she prepares to take The Serpent's bite
He speaks without a tongue, passing commands from mountains high
EXIT: MARY, MORTAL MARTYRED MOTHER
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Kitties picking up the trash
outside the gas station at night
I've seen them through the fog
Turning back toward their home
- a simple-minded task!
The cats!
Taken by the rats!
The rats!
Selfless bodies!
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
They can feel the weight of
everything that has been,
turning on it, eating on themselves
This one's been done,
that one's played out
- reach in and pull it out!
The cats!
Taken by the rats!
The rats!
Folding inward!
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
NEW AGE DAWNING
NEW LIFE FAWNING
Kitties slinking, keeping low,
bellies touch the ground
Trying to avoid THE RATS!
The rats!
Hunters of the cats!
The cats!
Nameless victims!
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
(rats rats rats rats rats rats)
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6. |
Motives
03:18
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Post up
Don't forget to
clock in
What's keeping you?
Always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for
polish and prestige and
charm and wit and sheen and
absolute confidence
We're always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for -
Rough around the edges
Waves and future shakers
Betting on some greater good
Stand up
Don't intend to
fall back
We're watching you
Always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for
polish and prestige and
charm and wit and sheen and
absolute confidence
We're always keeping tally
Always keeping tally
Always keeping eyes out for -
Rough around the edges
Keep yourself together
Try to do us all some good
Make yourself at home
Comfort is the key
Don't get overwhelmed,
we'll bring you up to speed
Take every step in line
Make statements vague and brief
No improvised replies,
and cash out when you need
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
(always keeping tally)
we're always keeping tally
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What's the worth of a man
not let in on the plan?
As in life, so in death
Toil away 'til your last breath
I sit in my bedroom
I watch the setting moon
Grip the bottle, load the clip,
free your mind or watch it slip
You played along, claimed your prize
for sixty years of compromise
- I thought comfort was assured,
but I got less than I had earned
It's setting faster now
Soon I will take my bow
Lowly serf, wretched worm
Direct the sun and watch me squirm
Moon rise
Moon set
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Art Is for Everyone
02:55
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Wires tethered underground
Feel them creeping all around
Make their way around my neck
Feel them tighten copper ends
Slowly construct new designs
Forms of life that become signs
Older ways cease to exist
Minimizing what was big
Wires coming from my head
Pull me apart once I'm dead
Carrion beasts compiling flesh
Cataloguing as they digest
Shitting out new Frankensteins
Art as product, perfect design
All will be fed to the machine
The human soul is obsolete!
Kids in the candy store
Poisoned with their remorse
They've binged all they can get
Filled to the brim with their hubris
Now they can have their fun
Art is for everyone
I am now obsolete
Organs replaced by machine code
Wires! Wires!
You ain't seen nothing yet
They're coming for you next
We could have had it all,
but we're left holding the ball
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9. |
The Bounded World
03:32
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Erase the lines
between me and extinction
Satan awaits me
dressed in jeans and a blazer
- laughing like a child
Banded to a burning building, melted to its frame
The corpse of capital is crying out forgotten names
"Quia peccavi nimis!" as it hangs its head in shame
"Mea culpa, mea culpa!" as its flesh becomes a stain
Burning bright and singing proud,
the technocrats gather 'round
to build farewell their burning bull
and pray one day to be turned back in to people
Death is not the end,
it's a way through
Victoria is smiling
Immanentize the eschaton!
Work is over, the deed done, all people have been saved
from the drudgery of all toil, from the birth until the grave
All across the world we find new heavens overlaid
Automated freedom is the gift that they have gave (but wait!)
They own the roads! They own the homes!
They own the means! They own the modes!
The channel's dead, no communication
They gave you life, and they can take it back in an instant
Death is not the end,
it's a way through
Victoria is smiling
Pull yourself up from the grave
and see the world
your children made
Immanentize the eschaton!
Open the doors to Babylon!
means, modes
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Everything is getting worse
Burning paper in your purse
Hearses swallowed by the sea
I can't let it bother me
Lap it up as we divide
Suckle on my burning bride
Pinch a coin between your thumbs
Watch him as he all go numb
Pulled apart by bureaucrats
Lashed upon the burning mat
I've been down to see the fun,
staring at an empty gun
Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap
Everything is getting worse
Burning paper in your purse
Hearses swallowed by the sea
I can't let it bother me
Lap it up as we divide
Suckle on my burning bride
Pinch a coin between your thumbs
Watch him as he all go numb
Pulled apart by bureaucrats
Lashed upon the burning mat
I've been down to see the fun,
staring at an empty gun
Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap
Animals eat (animals eat)
Themselves when they're cold and hungry
You can watch them pick the bellies
as houses sit cold and empty
The bodies are stacking
The contract is broken
The needles are ripping
the skin wide open
Outside, winter sky
Nine birds are flying
and someone is dying
in the alley behind my bedroom window
Lick yourself and sit
aside the sun, upon the grass
Cool and dewey damp,
blood drips upon your lap
Animals eat (animals eat)
Themselves when they're cold and hungry
You can watch them pick the bellies
as houses sit cold and empty
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I am always moving backwards,
hedging my bets against the future
I can feel the wheel is spinning
Thinning me with each rotation
Pulling tightly upon the fibers
Emotionless, like a machine should be
The hands that pull are frail and old
Shearing off great shocks from the spool
They don't seem kind, but they don't seem cruel
They pull me with the care of a master
Hedging my bets
Hedging my bets
I stand in awe
of The Great Wheel
Never ceasing, never resting
Many threads are ever-nesting
It pulls us all
I didn't come here to capitulate
It would be over in an instant if I felt that way
I've waited long to commiserate
with the presence that I've always felt was at the gate
There's a man behind the wheel with an albatross grin
There's a body in the trunk, and it's soaking in gin
There's a light outside the window overtaking the man
Mobius on the periphery points to where it began
A good idea left out too long will start to decay
You can cloak all of your feelings in a shroud of disarray
Dreams are wounds the body sheds
Salt the wounds and turn them red
Entropy's a lot of fun
Now tell the people what they've won!
Death is coming
Death is coming
Another speech about another life after this
Another chance to buy your way in to eternal bliss
I've heard a lot, and I just don't think they hold their weight
I've seen the righteous and the grifters as they propagate
If it works for you, and you're not hurting other people
then that's fine, and I hope you think of me as equal
I can't find my way into belief in a holy presence
I think my idea of hell might be your idea of heaven
But there is one thing in the world that I know to be true:
Death is waiting for you and there's not a thing to do
Whether or not you're going to live another life
When it comes, you're gonna struggle and you're gonna fight
Great deluge
comes in to
liberate
all my faculties
I stand in awe
of The Great Wheel
Never ceasing, never resting
Many threads are ever-nesting
It pulls us all
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I awakened from a state
to find it all melted away
The landscape turned to greyscale
The buildings became wireframe
The earth stretched out its legs,
devouring everything manmade
Pavement swallowed by mud, and tree roots
upending all things decayed
A woman with no face
A fading remnant of the human race
Twisting and contorting her body
into impossible shapes
I walked down to the park
as the world was getting dark
I lay down in the grass and thought about
how nothing would be the same
"The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth."
- Genesis 6:13
NEW AGE DAWNING
NEW LIFE FAWNING
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