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Title Search
01:58
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2. |
Already Dad
03:19
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From captive father
to a stranded son
“Your world is buoyed by love
but my heart has shrunk”
Poison floods the chamber
covers all he’s bought
Block by garish block
Shelves chock with wrong stock
and a gate to guard the rot
Some of us get breaks,
and others break apart
Fortune sires luck
No shame in naming ills
No innocence on captured film
Expose it all
These cartoon villains
perform their outrageous crimes
Reports relayed from the margins
but who could be bothered
In a place free from promise
Pride smothers the pain
Thoughts bland as fair weather
Pace slow as decay
From village to island to grave
Born in bits
Ground to absence
No shade, all clouds
Envelop us
Chop, chop
Here is the work
Unnatural disaster, unflattering truth
Chop, chop
Bystanders go hiding in plain view
We cut until the root’s removed
Torch passed, torch returns to burn
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3. |
Strange Loops
03:31
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No rebirths, just next steps
Rupture, repair
Tissue built on the fly by the cavalry
Shaped how it's shaped
Such strange loops
Idees fixes
Those first notes
fed back and amplified
So the ladder turns over and over
and the turning gets older and older
Fingers crushed, sins of the heart and feet,
scores are mounting
to each our own row
Safety cones like fucking shrapnel
Directions losing their sway
Momentum urges, momentum carries us away
and toward and around and again
Inertia, speed, linearity
Away, toward, around, again
Inertia, speed, linearity
One more time
One last turn
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4. |
Bad Sufferer
03:06
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Overwhelmed immediately
Familiar adversity
Repeating history
Same story, new facts
Same characters, same third act
Absorbed in the archetypes
Conclusion spotted for miles
Still a surprise
It can't be nothing;
it must be everything
Compass whirls in the tempest
Can’t find its own axis
Same story, new facts
Same characters, same exact third act
Adrift in the obvious
Lessons too simple to be true
Still a surprise
It can't be nothing;
it must be everything
You know the drill, the bits,
the pressure, the angle,
the circular friction
I know, I've heard it all before
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5. |
There Now
02:33
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When the world that I know
loses all but its name
Known distance to another
from a prison frame
A loss incurred
No credits earned but we can cope
When there is nothing to shelve,
nothing to arrange
Seize on ephemera
to silence the brain
Gather it like scattered family
Beg for calmer air
Scavenge through dreams
Recede from care
Message to the tracker:
we know we're home
The dirt was swept out
The path has been burned
Not locked by town
Not bound by blood
Free like a disease,
like the dawn, so come on
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6. |
Opted Out
03:34
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Back from the edge to the drawing board
When the vision grew tired and the fire cold
Our lines begin to fray so we leave them
Ten years from the seed but the husk survives
with malformed words to construct a crude alibi
The call as clear as day, none home to heed it
Post-integrity
No space left free
Myths reordered
False necessity
Conscience picked clean
We sign our own release
Back from the breach where the scars were sewn
Kept count, played out, patterned to bore
Exceptions end the rule, shelter from a sickness
In the distance a bed made, defenses laid
Lost the notion to measure, and destroyed the gauge
Few compelled to move with no threat of a witness
No intent in a backslide
No heartbeat to mark time
No plateau without a flatline
Outrunning our outrage
Understanding but unfazed
Inventing the next stage
Well-rounded like zeros
Talking up our symptoms
Muted in our burn out
From the ashes born another stranger
Lightening the load
Tired from the chore
Over thinking
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7. |
Other's Violence
02:49
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Disconnected
and it doesn't feel good
I think I'd feel right
if I conquered the space between
I don't accept it's true
that I am me and you are you
If only I see the tree fall, did it happen?
I'm just trying to get by
Right along the wire
This flesh divides
No tree, no tears
You only think you're crying
Took me a second
but now I think I get it
You tried to offload
a pair of swollen eyelids
What difference does it make
if I think I give and you think you take
One is pain and the other's violence
You keep trying to get by
Right over the wire
This flesh divides
I'm done doing your crying
I was just trying to get by
Burned my hair in the fire
Your pain is yours
I'm done doing your crying
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8. |
Bare Branches
04:20
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Unruffled, unbothered
Failed to trigger the motion capture
Contained and soothed
No alarms to snooze
Out the window seasons fade through time
Beasts will nest and prep for the sublime
Leaves unfurl
Wither, curl, and fall
Bare branches
Still bending
Without issue
Without endings
Some branches sweetly sleep
Some won't wake again
The same sun still sees fit
to glow over them
Bare branches in the sun
Carry weights and bow to breezes
Still a perch, a shape, a swing
Something that grew
No templates of meaning
give shape to this experience
The force that pulls us close
swings us in circles
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9. |
No I
03:47
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Once there was substance
Here stood an individual
There is no one, no more
Amidst a grand entrance
A portrait of patience
The sun and its anchor, arm in arm
In conflict was content
A shrine erected in a tomb
Some matter, no more
Bereft of all focus
Yoked to a stranger
Repulsed, wrung empty, and redrawn
Self-guided
Full-throated
Carry on like children
Some build their bridges from matches
Some need a shelter to vacate
So let them go
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10. |
Glass is Full
03:43
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Temperature's wrong
Too much salt, too soft
Expectations
unmet and unsatisfied
Letdowns on cascade like water streaming
from papered walls intended to insulate
The glass is full, it overflows
What did you do to deserve any of this?
Smart bikes lined up
like picnic silver
Such gorgeous hair,
what charmed lives they lead
Bet they're headed for the promised Land
I'd bet they've never suffered
It ends when you end
Some things take us by surprise
Could be a failure
depending on the eyes
Could be fulfillment
depending on the eyes
Did you deserve to want not have?
Did you deserve to have not want?
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11. |
White Wave
03:50
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That sizzling, sizzling sand
The ground rearranging
Peristalsis paralyzes
A dread, a gut-sink
All this time certainties were sought out
but now fate is frightening
The face of it, such gravity, the situation
The terror of, no traction on,
guts sucked and sunken
The wind knocked out, sky’s breaths held in,
a roar and rumbling
Be over soon, be wiped on out,
wiped off the face of
We've arrived
Welcome to the emergency
None of us will make it out alive
No choice but take it in stride
We'll be fine as long as we're willing to die
Face to face with fate, all shakes
Too small and too surrounded
A long wait, and then the impact
but where's the tearing, still intact
A deep breath, no stinging
Face to face with impossible living
The face of it, the battery, the situation
The challenge in, these moments of,
the love, the making
Cannot be drowned, adapted lives,
a power deepening
Be over soon, be wiped on out,
for now we’re breathing
We're alive
Welcome to the emergency
Not everyone got to pick a side
While we waited others dived
Some held the ground, some held the joy
Some clothed and fed, some spent their lives
Is it really a surprise to know they did without us
How would they even know we’re allied
May as well take it in stride
We'll be fine as long as we're willing to die
Surrender to survive
What’s under is alive
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12. |
Brace Position
02:01
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Calendar full
Obscures the view
from gilded youth
to points of no return
Wrapped in cloth, raised aloft
and set to flame
Locked hands make frightened work
Pressure on a puncture wound
These moves that telegraph the truth
Clear as air, rich as earth
Irrevocable
Falling in place
Left the value, kept the weight
Struck dumb but I know that
love is a break from loss
One is one is one
We float until we drown
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13. |
Law of the Wall
04:06
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Property in dispute
Who has custody of the molecules
and the emptiness that they displace
Real walls on an abstract base
Prosecuting the law the law the law
Lines in sand and papers drawn
Can't foreclose on no one's home
Particle board in the street
Uncovered paint layers underneath
Wall to wall, dust to dust
A roof over our heads
The sky over our roof
Litigation drags on and on and on
Lines in sand and papers drawn
A fire in our basement
A fire in our living room
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14. |
Credits Score
01:31
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Bore War Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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