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Terra Ex Nihilo
04:09
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So beautiful I saw her, on a digital screen blue in her view.
She said I don't care where you are, who you're with today or tomorrow
So I say goodbye.
There's beauty out there.
I saw a man get paralyzed by a cold-cock in between the eyes, down he lay on the pavement there.
I saw a girl get pulverized by a cop who was twice her size, between the two of them I couldn't make it out.
Some suggest, reasons happen don't you know; Terra Ex Nihilo.
Lying there with a broken neck.
Reasons happen don't you know, Terra Ex Nihilo.
What a wonderful time x4
I've had nine loves and that's a lot, sometimes we still don't talk and I don't think they really give a flying fuck where I am.
There's beauty out there.
Hung upon. What is this a comedy of errors? Am I not speaking clearly, is there no such thing as radical free human agency? Have you read the news?
Reasons happen don't you know, Terra Ex Nihilo.
Platitudes throw your hands up, it's all you've got
What a wonderful time x4
There's beauty out there.
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Loser's Pose
01:50
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A new joy is here to stay x2
I don't want to listen to the prattle of each and everyday
To be destructed and sedated.
A new a joy is here to stay x2
I feel lost precisely because I've no "where" to wander, only the abstract future to look forward to. I am too worn out for my age and every year I feel better, but less, than the previous. I've had a mutual agreement with my body that we're just not very good for each other.
Ah well. Thoughts, thoughts all else but dead coals.
I don't want to listen to the prattle of most people today.
A new joy is here to stay.
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Petri Dish
02:50
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Take my hand fly away to some distant land, beautifully apropos of nothing.
I can see the sea, I can see the sea, I can see the see the remnants of the setting sun. Cut open the sky. Gibraltar Straits we died.
I can try to understand, these things happen.
Harder still to feel the joy when everyone's humming along to a dissonant sound.
Peachy-blue higher flying waste of time, take my hand fly away to some distant land. Watch life grow, watch life grow in a petri dish. I think if we head out we just might make the shore.
I won't try to understand, the thoughts that roam inside your head. What makes every man a man?
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Kites
02:55
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You and me separate entities we were kites on the breeze.
But I kept the things you gave me.
The paraphrenalia of memory it speaks to me in clarion calls.
It's all I got it's all I need, just wanna return to the time before, felt like a kite.
It's all I got it's all I need.
You're an ugly lie, shut it down. x2
Did you know the end is near? Communication bring it back between the nation of you and I, we're about to be destroyed by asteroids bringing fire falling from the sky.
It's all wanton tableau it wears me down, this joyful science.
Could I would say, I would return to that time of innocence, I would look at you and I'd the say the last laughs best toward a time of innocence, the last laughs best so let it be her.
Just you and me separate entities kites on the breeze. x2
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