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The Dybbuk (parts 1 & 2)
04:22
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What have I done? I cannot turn back now, my soul is inside out
I try to run a secluded route but the shame surrounds
Collapse my synapse and long to fall to black
Face in this glass forsaken his past for his future’s wrath
Rapture at last? I cannot tread that path, living in this death
Collapse my synapse and long to fall to black
I have been erased
Darkness draws the precipice, I absolved the lingered kiss
All my sorrow now suppressed and I have been erased
Fate foretold in wrinkled script breaks beneath a copper fist
Face is sewn in fabric ripped and I have been erased
Can’t you see this empty sketch?
I’ve become a scribbled wretch
A trampled soul outlined unless I find…
This malignant trap’s been snared of foolish thoughts of disrepair
Truth dismissed, I’m unaware that I have been erased
Empathy has come and gone: a temporary shelter from
Their terrifying forking tongue and I have been erased
Can’t you see this empty sketch?
I’ve become a scribbled wretch
A trampled soul outlined unless I fight...
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2. |
Halo
04:01
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Halo, why are you revolving?
I’m someone who’s not evolving
If you know me as something better
Tell me know, I’m searching for an answer
I’m mezzanine meandering with so far left to go
I’m understanding everything with so much left to know
But if you see us happening I’ll struggle to renew the love
That’s tangled up in her
Halo, how do you keep shining?
I’m so alone, how could you have found me?
Blinding gold, I hope that it’s an omen
My survival’s searching for a motive
I’m mezzanine meandering with so far left to go
I’m understanding everything with so much left to know
But if you see us happening I’ll struggle to renew the love
That’s tangled up in her
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3. |
Pilot Light
03:20
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Stairs too high to climb
The elevator is so hard to find
Your star has vanished and faded away
It’s just a shell of cinders, ash and decay
Let me be your pilot light
You won’t see me shine
Let me be your pilot light
You won’t see me glow alone
The warmth I will keep for you
Clouds too far to fly
The aeroplane has left me behind
And now my purpose is hard to define
To carry on this farce, it’s so much better combined
Another day alone in this no-fly zone
The severance is sewn in the marrow of my bones
The guidance to my goals is a bird who’s never flown
My feathers have all fallen
Let me be your pilot light
You won’t see me shine
Let me be your pilot light
You won’t see me glow alone
The warmth I will keep for you
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4. |
The Wiring Inside
03:10
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Oh! The wiring inside, cold conduction burns alive
Underneath my muscles in my veins and arteries
From my shoulders to my spine, sabotaging touch and sight
Fingertips entangled in my skeletal disease
I can’t feel you anymore
There’s no one knocking at my door
Locked inside my captor’s cage
Chopping down my cherry tree
My treasure chest is so empty
Let me die, I’ve lost my way
Oh! The wiring inside, circulatory system fried
Something is rebuilding with the voltage in my frame
Father looks into my eyes, static flashing deep behind
Holds the pliers to my iris and rips them from my face
I can’t feel you anymore
There’s no one knocking at my door
Locked inside my captor’s cage
Chopping down my cherry tree
My treasure chest is so empty
Let me die, I’ve lost my way
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5. |
Duck, Duck, Gray Duck
02:40
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Do you remember your earthly battle plan?
Your intentions to take all that you can?
From a broken angel to a fractured man
I'm marooned with a wounded heart and open hand
Into the wastelands and here to stay
Your arrow of time never deviates
All that is left of me disintegrates
All that is left of you comes in waves
When are you coming across this static line
For your supporting role in a dream world rhyme?
All the pinwheels and pinecones can't define
All the shadows and auras you left behind
Into the wastelands and here we stay
Our arrow of time never deviates
All that is left of me disintegrates
All that is left of you comes in waves
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6. |
Escape Hatch
03:42
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If you bid farewell this season to reprimand my selfish cries
I’ll commit these acts of treason and mutilate the mastiff’s eyes
And I know before you say it, I foretold those solemn words
Here we go, our lives imploding, fortunes read and futures blurred
Silence reached its peak by morning: the muted dawn, no rooster’s crow
Falling with an inward folding, darkness fades but nothing grows
Can’t fulfill this peasant’s promise of a year of pleasant rain
What I feel, I cannot show it, an exit strategy remains:
Searching for my escape hatch
Perseverance fading fast
Life with me will never last
I always find my escape hatch
What we built, it now is ending: an impossible scenario
All that’s left is to kill the feeling of regret you can’t console
I cannot fulfill my promise of a year of pleasant rain
All I was, you’ll never know it, everything was all in vain
Searching for my escape hatch
Perseverance fading fast
Life with me will never last
I always find my escape hatch
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7. |
Psalm 67
03:47
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Silence sandwiched between screaming in your mind
I break sideways
Slowly slipping down the slide
May the grace be on your shoulder
Never let their poison tear you down
May good fortune hold you closer
And blanket all the doubters with your love
Forsake your ache
Come back from that dank despair
Sunshine won’t blind
Watch it reflect in your care
May the grace be on your shoulder
Never let their poison tear you down
May good fortune hold you closer
And blanket all the doubters with your love
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A somber autumn’s slumber just to fade my fears to rest
Worries never falter, I can only lull myself
I cannot escape this shadow’s fee
The counterfeit calliope cultivating time
Fall into catch twenty-two and topple down this rhyme
I can eat my words and I’ll be free
When I’m left to my own devices
I succumb to my oldest vices
Swimming in this sea of ice
An onomatopoeia to express my state of mind
All the vowels violate and fight their way outside
Why can’t I just find the words to say?
The consonants have crumbled and I can’t escape the crash
Carnage in the castle, now I’m sifting through the ash
Haunted by the thoughts I’ve put away
When I’m left to my own devices
I succumb to my oldest vices
Swimming in this sea of ice
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9. |
Circles
03:11
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I’m running in circles afraid of this world:
A cold and indifferent din
Attention inverted, intentions perverted
Where did this cycle begin?
This thirteen-leaf clover is fucking me over
It’s buried me up to my chin
My skills have been severed from endless endeavors
The poison has coated my skin
When I discovered the face undercover that shattered my naïveté
Her taste was so bitter, the entrance is splintered
The exit, nowhere to be seen
The forest inside her was blazing with fire
The smoke was becoming a beast
I had to surrender as tinder to terror
My funeral never will cease
I can’t escape from myself
Lies and disgrace become my cell
Courage corrupted to errors erupted constructing this crystalline wheel
Millions of fractures containing the laughter from strangers condemning my zeal
The edges are rough and they cut from the touch
I’m leery of what I can feel
So a circle I run by the shot of a gun and nothing is ever appealed
I can’t escape from myself
Lies and disgrace become my cell
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10. |
Voicemail
02:08
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Every time that you call our finale’s replayed
Forgetting that the curtains will fall
For an end where instead you had stayed
A message overplayed needs to be erased
Your voice is there on the line
The spoils there in your tone
The choice, it never was mine:
The trophy that you took home
A presence overstayed needs to erased
So if you insist you should call
Just leave it after the beep
A message I’ll never look up
It’s just too painful to keep
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11. |
Concrete Plans
04:46
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They all deceive me when I call for help
All the air I’m breathing, nothing for myself
But this suffocation: a beautiful demise
Tripping in your garage, an interstellar ride
All my concrete plans, I watch them shatter
Yelling down the hallways of their laughter
I cannot catch myself
It’s moving faster than I will ever travel in this life
A false sense of glory, faking confidence
My unwritten story is charted until the end
All the medications will not compromise
All my obligations I can’t leave behind
All my concrete plans, I watch them shatter
Yelling down the hallways of their laughter
I cannot catch myself
It’s moving faster than I will ever travel in my life
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12. |
Interstate
04:39
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The interstate is calling me again
A figure eight that hasn’t an end
And all my wishful thinking has fallen on its side
A travelogue is needed and now I must oblige
A window pane of family and friends:
A brittle frame that shatters when it bends
They’re all shadow figures, no attack and all decay
The markings are all permanent and nothing is erased
“It isn’t you, it’s me?” No, it’s everybody
And the interstate is calling me again
I know you’ll never see I’m trying to find my peace
And the interstate is calling me again
Your inner flame starts to ignite
When you stay it’s always burning bright
But I can’t feel nothing when everything is warm
And so I bid goodbye to find the cold I’m searching for
“It isn’t you, it’s me?” No, it’s everybody
And the interstate is calling me again
I know you’ll never see I’m trying to find my peace
And the interstate is calling me again
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The Curiously Strong Peppermints Minneapolis
The Curiously Strong Peppermints are an unexplained purple cumulonimbus cloud formation hovering above Western Abu Dhabi that has been emitting unusual sonic frequencies since 2004. If you stare at it long enough you can see a Jesse, a Ben, a Sean, and sometimes a David and Jeannette. Four pieces fell to earth, available here. ... more
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