1. |
Call of Cetus
05:35
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The wall is solid now,
to keep us safe and sound from the water,
to banish all our doubts of our grandeur.
There is no innocence in hairless monkey genetics.
There is no innocence in physics so elementary.
But this is a moral universe's order.
That levy broke when that flood approached.
We'll patch it up with more denial.
Kin of the wind won't you wake from your slumber?
Kin of the wind, drive the waves to frenzies
that skyscrape the stars above.
Kin of the wind, won't you wet the water's own appetite.
Let's rinse the hubris off these hopeless naysayers.
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2. |
Edge of the Void
04:45
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Some say when god made the third dimension,
she wept longingly into the never-ending night,
all alone, sitting on the edge of the void.
Some say when god made the earth and ocean,
she dipped her weary feet into the never-ending tide,
ennui dissolving into reverie.
Hey there delicious, you made a decision.
With all good intentions, you put oven mitts on.
You're caught in a pinch, yeah, the kid in the kitchen.
You're killing the best of me.
And you crumble to the sound of finite.
Hit the bounds I'll round you down.
Some say when god made the first comedian,
she said, "Yo lady, bless me with never-ending punchlines,"
and we, the human race began to be.
Bury me.
I want to see under the mountain,
to where it all began.
Every atom in this empty human hand.
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3. |
Western Man
04:40
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Specimen A is a ghost town.
He's got a proverbial tumbleweed blowing around.
In one ear and out the other.
Specimen B, a lobotomy right out of mid-century.
Go ahead and try to make him blink.
In one ear and out the other.
Oh well he'll make a good soldier.
Oh well here's more cannon fodder.
How can you really be so shallow?
Let's start a fire (This is not a drill).
Flush out the liars.
Phallus-centric fallacy.
We've got a national erection.
We stand up tall for the anthem.
We blow our wads really high when things go boom.
Hey buddy, if you don't like it then move.
We've got a national erection.
We stand up tall for the president.
When he blows his star-spangled wad we all go boom.
Hey buddy, if you don't like it then move.
You are my West and I am your Western Man.
Your little dick does not allow you to be shallow, callous and a douche. Your prick does not epitomize you.
Get to know your human latitudes.
She's got an inny, you've got an outy, we've got in between.
Who gives a fuck, dude?
Shallow!
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4. |
Center of the World
06:51
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Our lives are just like stories,
farcical rental memories
passed down through our cells
just like a cult religion.
Passed down through the generations,
existential masturbation,
I grew out of those stories, oh my.
If I were the sun, I would announce that
there are so many colors
you cannot even see in front of your own nose,
a kaleidoscope of arrows
that swallow up all of space and time.
If you were the moons of Jupiter you would say,
“Hey, Galileo, is that your telescope or are you happy to see me?”
You are not the center of the world.
Rise above your ego little girl/boy.
Eliminate our anatomy.
End this charade of centricity.
Our lives are just like stories,
archetypal guts and glory
passed down through our cells
just like a cult B movie.
Passed down through the generations,
"Plastic Surgery Invasions,"
I grew out of those stories, oh my.
If I were the sun, I would say "Nonsense."
The earth is not the center of anything.
The gods put me here to explain
your planet is an egg that fell off of my merry-go-round.
If you were the face of Venus you would say,
"Put down your telescope and let's get frisky.”
What is written down can be erased.
What is thought about can be forgotten.
Where do those words and thoughts go?
They come to me.
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5. |
What God Looks Like
00:57
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6. |
Sorest Loser
05:09
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Ralph Nader hop into your hot pink corvette and drive
one hundred miles per hour into my billboard sign
Cold as ice, your cold hands
I am the czar of manufacturing consent
I get to pick your choices
You're welcome in advance
Don't talk about it! What?
We bail you out, we own you
Nationalize the banks
Pull their corporate charters
Don't talk about it! We won!
Oh Bernie Sanders don your hot pink bow tie and shoes
You're dancing with my anti-aircraft gun
and I'll play the North Korean blues
Cold as ice, your cold hands
I am the sorest loser
You're vote - my property
Behold my campaign slogan, “The lesser catastrophe”
Don't talk about it! What? The repeal of Glass-Steagall
Don't talk about it! What? Smashing apart the banks
Don't talk about it! What? Throw those assholes in prison
Don't talk about it! We won!
Come out and play
I'm here, your destiny
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7. |
Siren Song
04:31
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Swim softly, swim to me
Give in to what you want - give it up
Swim softly, swim to me
Don't see the awful end, sailor boy
Listen to me, so soothing a sound
You'll feel better when you don't refuse me at all
It turns you on, your turn
Wet dreams on these stormy seas
A little bottle whispers a siren song,
"Anything that you want is allowed”
"Te amo," it sounds so sweet
"Te quiero," it slips so freely
Wet dreams, skipping stones,
we sink until the bottom
loaded down with a smile
This anchor is awesome
I'd hold my breath till I'm brine
Es doloroso porque asi lo deseamos nuestro veneno
Es doloroso porque sabe bien bueno
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8. |
Anatolia Nights
05:11
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You can read a lot of books until they rot
but you've got to face the facts of my life
Two wrongs can make a right
if it's your own eye for an
eye/I believe in not entertaining second thoughts
so let's untie the knot
I'm not a bit afraid to be the fuse if
you will be my match
when there's a noose around my....
Only time can reach the line to you
These hands have been enabled
Someone who calls
Ash-shab yurid isqat an-nizam
“Tomorrow is the big day
The day we've been waiting for
I know you're nervous right now,
We all want to see this succeed
I'd like to tell everyone that
this is not the revolution,
nor the day that changes it all
It's the beginning of the end”
-Asmaa Mahfouz
Lessons of spring: Down with all kings
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9. |
Death by Selfie
05:14
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You're standing on a moving train,
the engine gears accelerate
You're standing on a moving train,
there's no conductor at the break
You're standing on a moving train,
best get off before it's too late
We got a seat on the front row
Why would you ever think it couldn't happen?
Why would you ever say, "Never"?
If patterns serve only in heaven's two hands,
then why on god's earth did she give you a brain?
Why?
Hey, don't hide away, you were meant to face this crisis
Your fate and mine are intertwined
Hey, don't hide away, you were meant to face this crisis
and on the other side, the sunrise
You're standing on a moving train,
the number six suicide express
You're standing on a moving train,
committing death by selfie
You're standing on a moving train,
best get off before it's too late
Haven't you had enough? Where are your manners?
History is full of your narcissist errors
Why?
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10. |
Space Invader
07:16
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Ozone hallelujah
Oh no, I don't have the wherewithal
This spark will start a fire in a rock
It's inevitable, our vertigo
To shatter the windows
you gotta pull the pin
Send us a postcard
from Hades' dust bin
Won't you save me from what is already caught?
Ready or not
Your colors are so bold
No sensation has ever escaped this
Your colors are so bold
Gravity's ancient standing ovation
Get with the program, you galactic tourist
No terra firma could underrate your mass
Game over for one intrepid thought
Take your apropos fix from the afterglow, satellite
Star dust erodes
in will-o-wisp hues
Even Caesar would fall
to his knees in awe
Why won't you venture?
The door is open, enter
"The unknown is a better zero,"
said an astro-geisha
whose flourishes answer
when your hopes and destinies pull tautly
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