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naked in the maw
04:07
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it's a rotten endeavor but something's got to give
the lot of me won't show for it
tendons working in tandem with the joints they hold in place
helpless, these unions fall to waste
it's alright, in some longing i can turn the other way
i should listen when i don't know what to say
whose wicked shoulders am i standing on now?
it's sob stories all the way down
now i'm naked in the maw
this sacred union is falling apart
untethered, floating in the maw
unrelenting hands in my jaws
it's intangible in speaking but unshadowed by its weight
a serpent's tongue has held it's place
blunt maxims kicking in a chorus, their radials ensnared
i've found some peace in the turgid air
it's alright, found the answer but lost something in its wake
i want to go mad from clarity in spades
whose wicked shoulders am i standing on now?
it's sob stories all the way down
maw of the earth
maw of the void
for what it's worth
i lie under your limbs in rejoice
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conduits
03:55
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i'm gnashing teeth on bent knee
there are two rooms and only one of me
the context is lost in what you speak
stage blood all over the back seat
i've got your high beams in rearview
i can't see a thing
dust clouds form near you
the road is starting to sink
i'm scared that i am missing out
i've known the words but haven't said them aloud
in some facets that i hardly know
rust in my eyes, fingers, and toes
it feels so strange, just an inkling
dry in my mouth
what the fuck were you thinking?
what are you going on about?
the ropes are tightened up
and you're pulling on the ends
it's time i lightened up
walking under the edge
i know how i harshly press my eyes
but i don't know why-
something just feels right
within some conduit through which we rationalize
the nameless guilt on our back all of the time
"do i have to do this for the rest of my life?"
i have to do this until the day i die
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born of a serpent
03:15
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gone and down the river
ambrosia down river styx
gone and down the river
amrita down swollen lips
your confidence was misplaced i find
are you compliant in this abstract mess of mine?
could i take a sip of yours instead?
a violent kiss through the back of my head
i'm starving but i've got to kill some time
three years down the river can do strange things to your mind
i'm faltered only halfway up the climb
three years down the river, what's just one more down the line?
if nobody's asking then politely i'll decline
born of a serpent you are no child of mine
your aptitude towards ethos declines
forcing your way forward through non-linear time
the heat is going straight up to my head
this will all be for nothing when you are dead
if nobody's asking then politely i'll decline
born of a serpent you are no child of mine
gone and down the river
ambrosia down river styx
gone and down the river
amrita down swollen lips
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dumb machine
03:06
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there's bad blood in this machine
no son of mine would ever make it out
all i wanted was for you to be proud
months, years, lifetimes away
i'll do right by you someday
how many lives till you pick the right one?
how many nights under the beating sun?
how many days in some deceiver's stead?
how many oceans have slipped from your head?
how many lives till you pick the right one?
how many nights under the beating sun?
how many days in some deceiver's stead?
how many oceans have slipped from your head?
i am the pilot of a dumb machine
taking orders from a red herring
and i think it's time that i take my leave
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saw the reindeer racing towards an open sky
watched them cascading like pink into the night
it's a beautiful maw to walk into
i'm going with you, caribou
keep your sad synapses near
but you won't need such senses here
keep your arms pinned to your thighs
keep your hands off of my spine
take an arm and leg with you
we'll be buried in vacant tombs
painted night with satellites
a sky of ancient stimuli
i've been walking on the wrong side
you turned a jaded cheek
i was bloodied at a black tie
felt like i couldn't speak
it's a nice dream with you
it's a foundation to keep
the ground is splitting in two
i'm going back to sleep
i've been one of you before
walked quickly through a closing door
the same tune i woke up to
i'm going with you, caribou
you have a beautiful home
mind if i stay here a while?
you made it here on your own
you laid all of your own tile
it's a seminal time
in a seminal place
i'm pulling at loose ends
my life is going to waste
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heel
02:46
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slow down, get the words right
we'll be boiled in the daylight
slow down in a hospital gown
a wicked science i know nothing about
pulled to the center of the wake you left
my heels lack the wherewithal
kick one down to find another wall
my throat lacks the conscience
to ward insolence via silence
pulled to the center of the wake you left
all i am is what i consume
there's something about this room
all i am is what i consume
i'm here cause i'm hunting you
i'm gonna torch some cars
i'm gonna break my neck
i'm gonna lay across your sidewalk
with my arms outstretched
is it the hunt or the kill?
if i don't hunt you who will?
breaking all your things
what if you had the means?
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silver age
02:47
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i saw you on a tv screen
you made me feel pretty
you made me feel clean
broadcast through strange means
i saw myself pretty
i saw myself clean
so with waxing wings
signals touching me
back to the space dust rebirthing me
saw myself turning on the silver screen
this poison runs too deep
i saw myself pretty
i saw myself clean
fell from waxing wings
i'm losing my humanity
set fire to the curtains
projectors and seats
oblivion is certain
but money burns green
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lamb
03:49
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fall down pierce your mouth
serpent of a quiet doubt
quietly destroying ourselves
i hope i find you in good health
serpent tongue
human tongue
i swear to god i would be running if i only had the gall
but when my feet left the ground my face ran into the wall
resting tender hands to a bloodsport call
tempered to the earth but it was for nothing at all
is that what you really think of me?
so i'm pulling out the splinters to make room for something else
you drive a hard bargain but you're going to hell
tethered to the core but punching holes out of your shell
i can't stand the sight but i'm used to the smell
is that what you really think of me?
the waves crashed over and reduced us to the ground
i can't cleanse my ears from the screeching sound
went through and over rather than turning around
the desert out here was all he left to be found
my blood runs through this desert
my heart beats through the sand
i am a child of a slaughtered lamb
i am the first born son of a holy man
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how many times have i strummed these stupid chords?
how many times have i lived and died this cycle?
in this bedroom on this floor
what would your mother say?
pulsing carrion, ouroboric decay
what would your mother do?
i guess i'm guilty of it too
i am guilty of ill will that i impart
four swollen fingers wrapped around your heart
what kind of devil would have cast you down?
what kind of evil put you in the ground?
there's a feeling but there is no sense of touch
there's a way out but it isn't enough
cause i'm something to revile in my own right
heads down cause something lit the night sky
while i'm out here i'm hedging my bets
saw the heights but i'm falling instead
from an inverted me to you
something's missing, i can feel it too
if there's really no time you will never really die
if there's really no time i can walk off satisfied
cause i'm something to revile in my own right
heads down cause something lit the night sky
this blood is letting too fast
i fear the consequence has long since come to pass
i fear reality down where i've been cast
i saw your cascade so i'm closing up the sky
this violent aching runs its way up to my thighs
there is a mirror and there is something staring back
there is a mirror with the humility i lack
this maw is empty and black
i culled them in speaking, i have paid my debts back
pulled off their antlers but it's my head on the plaque
i cast them down, breathing soberly
what kind of devil does that make me?
there is a mirror and there is something staring back
there is a mirror with the humility i lack
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sun is poison Ballston Spa, New York
some songs to listen to
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it's gorgeous and wistful, listen and find out
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Your Ghost In Me
by Desert Trees
crazy underrated, switches between being super catchy and super dense at a moments notice
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Takes me back to my high school classroom during the days of binging Inio Asano's old manga scanlations before anything was licensed. At that time, I was discovering many kinds of Asian shoegaze, but I've never heard anything like this. Makes me think of Pasteboard, Supecar, and Midnight Pingpong a bit, and it's funny bc the first two I listen have blue album covers too.
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this album reminds me of that documentary where they put 10 girls in a house for a week to fend for themselves
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Breaking and Mending
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Lisa/Liza's delicate psychedelic folk tunes make something beautiful and graceful from the traumatic experiences of chronic illness.
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