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Rebar
03:17
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In the duskfall Babylon
Umbra phantoms
we gaze upon the blissful twilight.
My love would dance upon grand nebulae.
I'm sorry
Dead and dull, electric spine opine the void.
Living at the boundary
Loneliness is debatable true love is attainable,
in my negative afternoon.
Never hurt by future troubles never lonely, but utterly alone.
I live inside the twilight bubble.
In the scrap-scape Parthenon
Automations worship a beautiful lie.
My love dances upon grand nebulae.
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2. |
i felt so sad
01:56
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Do you remember the halls we once sat in?
I felt so sad, and now I'm over it.
Across Gibraltar Straits I carried you bluebells in hand.
I considered what it would mean if I took your hand.
You took my name. my money. my land.
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3. |
Don't Pass Me By
02:20
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Across the landslide
bluebells in hand
across the Atlantic of the salty breeze
I fear no squall or spell these things foretell
The fate of a journey.
As I climb up the shore and make my way to Essex
Up the brick and mortar to your apartment.
Grace give me a chance.
I won't ever let you down and if I do?
Throw me into the sea let the water bury me.
Forget me.
Until then we may sit on a highway watching the nest of golden fireflies.
Golden immolation lighten up the sky.
And we may sit there all night, warm, warm, warm.
Until the steel grey sunrise gives way to the new day.
Grace give me a chance, don't pass me by.
Grace give me a chance, don't pass me by.
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4. |
Hollow Soul
00:36
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You got no one to meet.
I go further.
Hollow soul, Hollow soul. Hollow soul, Oh yeah.
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5. |
Rays
03:07
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I was lucky to have you.
Darkness ever over near, blood swirling in my ears:
You fool, what have you done?
And we run for the sun.
And I ain't never get lost.
I'm chasing a feeling that I once had,
when I was so much younger and I didn't understand.
Things are temporary.
My heart will blossom one day.
Sometimes things might go my way.
It's pure chroma, hope for the colorblind.
Pocket prismatic rays keep me living for all of my days.
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6. |
Marceline
03:21
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I won't turn back the clock nor let the past be a thing forgot.
I hung on you like morning dew, understated company.
Marceline, I love you eternally.
I'm not the man of your dreams not the one who in autumn years holds your hand as the end nears.
Understated company, but Marceline I love you eternally.
Free to love whoever you want never to be meek or bought off.
Your eyes are celestial phenomena tearing through my mind.
Comets blazing on the horizon.
Lay in the early blue grey morning kept inside by sundering yearning.
Hung on you like morning dew understated company.
And Marceline I'd do it all again.
Ashen hue the world outside my window, pain.
Kept inside but not turning towards the sable tint of defeatist minds.
Marceline ah pale queen, I'll write your name as my epitaph.
Eyes celestial phenomena tearing through the sky, comets blazing
heralding the sublime.
Eyes celestial phenomena tearing through the sky, comets blazing
heralding the sublime.
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Wherefore Syncopated
03:39
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Where the hell did you come from?
Where the hell did you come from?
Falling leaves, a life a life oh what a bore.
In that act of living I am so much better than before.
They say every dog has his day.
Wherefore Syncopated?
Wherefore Syncopated?
Burned out or created?
Wherefore Syncopated?
Potholes give me stitches from here to Xibalba.
Cut loose the ties that bind us, shoot that fucking albatross.
Baby I'm a tiger fight to the floor, even if you want me I can want you more.
Wherefore Syncopated?
Wherefore Syncopated?
Burned out or created?
In the falling leave, a life a life oh what a bore and in that act of livin'?
So much better than before.
Wherefore Syncopated?
Wherefore Syncopated?
Burned out or created?
And baby I'm an ocean you can hear me roar.
Even if you want me I can hate you more
Baby I'm a tiger fight me to the floor.
Even if you want me I can love you more.
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Calliope
02:29
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Shadowed Sky.
I really changed.
Get away from misanthropic that try to restrict your dreams.
People always want to qualify and you will never fit
the powder in the barrel; love, certain peril.
Calliope.
Calliope.
Was I ever anything (ad nauseum.)
A good citizen who always tries his best and...
Shadowed sky well I really changed.
And isn't even the best I have given yet.
You never saw that, you never got that, you will never know that.
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9. |
Good By Nature
04:04
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Not fair, not fair.
Not fair at all.
Not fair. Not fair, at all.
Metal rockets by can humanity defy the deep earth where it was born?
Every day I see, life! Different tempo!
Not fair to surmise, they think of it (me) at all.
Is it wrong to feel high if I catch your eye. (Not at all)
Is it wrong to think I'm just a piece of some absent mind (not all)
I know I'm not the rain I'm just a patch of blue sky.
Yeah well I'm clutching my sides.
Pain or laughter either way just the same, good by nature.
It was so nice to know you.
Here I wander in cobblestone delirium, everyday I need substances to feel normal.
What is health anyway, if I can't find my way?
Not fair to surmise they think of it at all.
But I still love you.
While I'm revisiting old feelings I once had, not fair to surmise they think of it all (not at all.)
Yeah well I'm clutching my sides.
Pain or laughter either way good by nature.
If the spring is silent, you may just forget it.
If the spring is silent, you may just forget it.
Metal rockets by, can humanity defy the fate of a lost passenger?
Is it wrong to feel high if I think I'm just a piece of some absent mind.
Tripping over plastic with every step I take and I'm walking to humanity's wake.
Yeah well I'm clutching my sides.
Pain or laughter either way, good by nature.
It was so nice to know you.
If the spring is silent, you may just forget it.
If the spring is silent, you may just forget it.
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