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Action Vale
05:49
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Although we all resolve to bones and all, we don’t seem to take the time
to find piece of mind, or reassign a path that straddles the line.
No vision as of yet, I think I'd see it,
at least a silhouette or some vague sign.
a blurred font, a crossed-out dotted line,
take the day to plan our next big distraction.
and how we seem to make a habit of
banal routine, a fleeting comfort,
a constant motion stuck in static,
as if to blur the line between on and off.
No vision as of yet, i think it’d see it,
at least a silhouette or some vague sign.
a blurred font, a crossed-out dotted line,
take the day to plan our next big distraction.
You said that you want it, beyond that we sought it
but end up falling back in line.
Tell me again what's the most that you fear that you'd see in the mirror of yourself in ten years?
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Pastorale
03:08
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no separation
slipping on ice
driving cars backwards
a breathing disguise
pastoral desires
post vaccination
its meanings in tongues
it’s all that it wants
if it only happens once
pastoral desires
"look at him"
tear him away from the show
this is a kind of hell for them
doubted, forgotten, all alone
but what if they said
"look at him"?
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Mad Not Sad
04:28
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To long for lights
that are already dead
just an image in your eye
a signal in your head
it sounds bleak
it sounds cold
there's no day
Two left hands position
lines to form an angle
you can't go home again
your friends are miles away
the water’s up past your neck
you can't go home again
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Option C
04:51
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digest ideas in pieces,
fragment a thing to its most familiar, unstrange parts.
double down on those instincts
to find a way to set two worlds apart.
what's our recourse for that?
we offer discount pricing,
give them a chance to pick our bones apart for our art.
distressed ideas recycled is where the money's at.
what's our recourse for that?
it's not y(our) fault
it's not up there
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The Bend
02:13
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As if the light from the candle set on the table could remain stable.
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Seventeen
it's still a riot
thirty-one
it's just a shadow
twenty-five atoms left
there's nought between us
twenty-five atoms left
they're not between us
they're coming from above again
you won't get out
they're coming for your head again
they won't let up
I do like facts, but i don’t seem to attract them.
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7. |
Brazil
06:48
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And all around this place
It’s such a mess
And it’s still
An ungodly mess
I can see
what’s keeping me from
an entirely bold
unwavering cold
future we wait to see unfold.
(In Loving Memory of Archibald Buttle / Long live Harry Tuttle)
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8. |
Punishment
01:28
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Let’s outpace each other,
And find some value in it.
Spend my time soaking blue light from all of these machines.
Let’s outpace each other,
And find some value in it.
Should I spend my time toeing the line in perpetuity?
You’re killing me / I'm dead.
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9. |
Laura Palmer
04:08
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your dad's the top of the class
your dad's a man in the woods
your dad'll cut up the rug
your dad'll catch any tune
your dad's a hard guy to read
your dad's alone in his thoughts
your dad's a broken branch
your dad's an open wound
this is the end
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10. |
Harms II
05:06
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WORKS Montreal, Québec
WORKS is a noisy rock band from Tiohtià:ke/montréal, québec.
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