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Stravinsky on the Beach
03:22
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It takes a long time
To live
It takes time
Drenched in youth
Dry up so you don’t drown
On my walk, the sky grows
As I leave the cramp and blur of origin
Why would I try to stay there?
Oh, it’s not like anyone can just stay young
You’re piling it on
Oh, the strangest suicide
Nostalgic minds that simulate a life
Getting by
By reliving time
On repeat
How can you catch the glimpses of that complexity?
Growing pains
Too big to wear the clothes you wore
When you were just a seed
So many lines left to chisel into my hands
The deeper the go, they point to distances
I don’t quite recognize
Why should I polish them off instead?
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
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2. |
Blue Flowers
02:44
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Blue flowers on the hill
Can’t remember what they’re called
But I remember that they turn orange in the fall
Pulled out by the root before they were deep
My own origins feel foreign to me
And mourning for forgetting I
See in reverse these alternate timelines
Supposed lives
Version 2 or 3 of a life incomparable with the prototype
I look out my bedroom window at 7, 8, and 9
For the last time
All entangled in the crawling vines
I don’t even remember falling asleep last night
Amnesia
Blue flower sleep
I’ve been living this life like a dream
I’ve been dreaming about forgotten things
And all this time, time marches on
Like an actor I’ve just been reciting
Every moment like it’s already in writing
Where all the scenes pass by
Or so I thought
Or so I thought
Or so I thought
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3. |
Capitalism
03:48
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Buildings made of glass reflect one another
But smashing one pane won’t smash the other
Part of parts of parts of parts of parts of
I wake up in opposition
I watch TV in opposition
But now I know the words
Part of parts of parts of parts of parts of
The habitat of human choice
A dynasty of structures
Coupled in strategy
Part of parts of parts of parts of parts of
All things taken for granted
Were granted, oh
And were taken
To the transcendental overlook, out of reach
But oh my god, they preside over the dynasty
How can I explain just how tightly we’re bound?
Alienated, they insist it’s all the same
Rigged the game, left us to rationalize
Alienated, blinded by all the lights
How can I explain
The ghostly stabilizer that haunts the never-ending now?
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4. |
Regime
04:41
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Is there a mirror
Large enough to reflect our whole maze?
Pattern
Conspiracy, or some chaos with sinister rhythm?
Pattern
And I don’t mean to blame a single soul
Who can’t figure out this shit hole
What hides in shadow is fallow that we tend
Pattern
This god has no eyes
The hypnotist lost his own sight
He still swings his watch
Our eyes roll over
You can taste the regime
By licking between your own teeth
It’s hardly living when you sow what you reap
Fallen seeds from what you eat
This god has no eyes
The hypnotist lost his own sight
He still swings his watch
Our eyes roll over
You can taste the regime
By licking between your own teeth
It’s hardly living when you sow what you reap
5. (Foucault Song)
The gaze of god is the twinkle in the cop’s eye
The glint of red and blue glow
And the white streetlights
Naturalized to self-surveille
Oh, how you stay within sight
While testing your own binds
You turned yourself inside
Life sentence
Is it at all surprising that prisons resemble factories?
Which resemble schools?
Which resemble barracks, which resemble hospitals?
All which resemble prisons?
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5. |
(Foucault Song)
02:34
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The gaze of god is the twinkle in the cop’s eye
The glint of red and blue glow
And the white streetlights
Naturalized to self-surveille
Oh, how you stay within sight
While testing your own binds
You turned yourself inside
Life sentence
Is it at all surprising that prisons resemble factories?
Which resemble schools?
Which resemble barracks, which resemble hospitals?
All which resemble prisons?
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6. |
Service
02:47
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Oh my god, I might be alive
Sometimes, I have a life
I think I heard my own voice in my voice
When I said, “Have a good night.”
Oh, shit!
Modern heartbeat
People stampede
Ooo, I’m either bored or stressed
Ooo, wine, drown out my mess
Coping
Sold my own smile
And I wasn’t even happy
We’re so sorry ‘bout the service we wanna cry
We’re so sorry ‘bout the service, but we wanna die
We know we can’t make you happy but we gotta try
We’re so sorry ‘bout the service
Part-time family
The hand that feeds
So I file down my teeth
Can’t bite, but I’ve got enough to eat
Coping
Sold my own smile
My face hurts
We’re so sorry ‘bout the service we wanna cry
And the cooks can’t help but get drunk every night
We know we can’t make you happy but we gotta try
We’re so sorry ‘bout the service
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7. |
(Rage Song)
03:18
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Heat rise from some triggered mechanism
Quietly I house the continuum
(I watch myself lose my grip as I tighten my grip)
When I reach the end
The red of rage and shame match
When I reach the end
The red of rage and shame
Enemy now
I lay waste
Enemy now
I lay waste
Scorn that is naked of cause
Prefigures cover blown
Flails unholstered
The red of rage and shame
Enemy now
I lay waste
Enemy
Sometimes, I’m angry
Sometimes, I once was, and I get reminded
And I’ll keep the objects
That collect into a massive hole, gaping and hollow
And now I’ve collateralized all the others
And the silence that follows is so quiet
It dispels all union
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8. |
Count to 20
04:22
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I think if I just had the time
To face the real, the weight
Brutal passage
I passed up on the chance to weep ‘cause I
Forgo, forgone, it haunts
Count to 20
No, count to 10
No, count to 7
A busy life
Is all that happens
I worked the night Leonard Cohen died
I closed that night
In my free time
Out of nowhere it comes on and I
Sometimes look off for a second
A half second flies
A half millisecond
All that’s gonna die
Can’t even say goodbye
I ain’t got no time to mourn
I smash the whole into pieces
(I sheer off what trickles out into a bottle)
Small in size so I can take my time
(Closed off, saving up for tomorrow)
So spread out they fall in the cracks
(With the buzz I wake up to the deadline)
And so spread out that I can’t get them back
(Once again, the bottle fills with lonely daytime)
As years pass they all collect
('Til the cracks spread all over every which way)
Into my own museum of grief
(I don’t pour it out, I just wrap it up with scotch tape)
Where I went once on a day off
(Later on I'll pour it out some quiet morning)
I kept the brochure as a souvenir
('Til then, I’ll check my watch; pretend it’s boring)
I see the brochure every time I move
(Pretend I can sleep through the whole night)
I see the brochure sometimes when I clean up
(Pretend I can touch the bottom with my feet)
I see the brochure every time I move
(Pretend I’ll go back there when I have the time)
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9. |
Mercy
04:20
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Turn my car off
You’re on my porch
Seeking shelter from another downpour
A refuge I hope you can take home
Oh
Cover you as you walk through it all
There’s a cross on all your lines
Parts of you left behind
Clearer stories disappear
'Til it’s not even your own voice that you hear
Badadadaaaaa
I can hear
Quiet voice
Keeping up
How long 'til what is loud is also clear?
There is no structural mercy
It has no structural mercy
So you stretch, then compress
Every morning and every night
I’ve been held under too
And come back up for air
I’ll give you my breath
'Til you get out of there
While there’s still some of you left
The fire exit reads
“The alarm will sound”
It’s hard to believe that
This massive psy-op fits behind
The face you wake up to
I hope when you realize
All the work you’ve put into fighting their fight
And losing everything,
There’s some residue
What’s left is misplaced
In the bottom of your suitcase
And that’s just what you’ll find when you get home
That’s what you’ll unpack in your new home
What’s left is misplaced
In the bottom of your suitcase
And that’s just what you’ll find when you get home
That’s what you’ll unpack in your new home
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Oh, unknown that I’m reaching to
I’ll come back home to you someday
I’m farsick for your front door
I miss resting in your evenings
Past tree lines
With speed comes blur
I zoom by
Again, again
Oh, flee
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Surrounder Pensacola, Florida
Baritone guitar, drums, and microphones with people attached.
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