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Strange Attractor
03:09
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I figured out all kind of profound things
While I was stoned
I’d had a few to drink
And I was feeling right at home
I dreamt all kinds of dreamy things
The last time I slept through the night
But since then, rest don’t come so easy
I wonder will I be alright?
Do I think these songs are going to mean something?
Something, someday, to somebody
They once held meaning to me
Despite the random seeming nature of chaos
It still blooms toward the strange attractor we lay on
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Beds
03:40
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Such a soft spoken second thought
We understand we must endure
Our bodies as they weaken and they rot
Safer to spin a hard truth
Than defend the pretender
Only to soothe a superficial wound
If everything you never said
Comes back to haunt you in the end
You’d break before you bend
All that leverage overhead
Now even our best guesses have started asking questions
We cannot comprehend the immeasurable rest
Destined to buried beds
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3. |
Doomed Inspiration
02:33
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What inspiration is this?
Something specific
In all this ambiguousness
Something specific
Please
Take the moment to witness
It’s influence as it diminishes
Bent in delicate dimensions
Definition
Lost to apprehension
Fading from existence
Such inspiration is this
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4. |
Moon
03:54
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Every man is a moon
With a dark side he doesn’t show
Any other earthly being
Who’d assuredly impugn
He keeps this cloudy face
Where it rightfully should wait
Toward obscurity
And pointing into empty space
Moon, Moon
With temperance unmatched
Which only patience can afford
The half that does not sleep
Can be placidly unlatched
Just as every human scheme
Breeds at length a pallor hue
In the face of Father Time
Glows dull as a cast moonbeam
Moon, Moon
While we live we think we know
What it is to plant a seed
And watch it bloom unto a tree
With which we shade what we can grow
But the moon does not possess
What it needs to sprout a leaf
Or to harbor living things
Like the man in his conquest
Moon, Moon
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5. |
Whereunto
01:53
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Closer to the center
When nothing was stuck here yet
No debris spiraling toward inferno
No lidless cosmonauts barreling throughout
They all froze, and rotate still
Soft rock cooled, hardened in the silence
Counterbalanced
Securing its place in the blackness
A symphony set in stone
Many questions
Few answers
We are living fractals
Electrified
And realizing we are actual
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6. |
Starspawn
02:54
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When I was young
I could not believe
I had been made
Made from the stuff of stars
Now that I have grown
I cannot believe
I was not made
Made by one hand alone
They came down from the stars
They came down from the stars
I'm a starspawn
I came down from the stars
When I was young
I could not believe
I had been made
Made by one hand alone
Now that I have grown
I cannot believe
I have been made
Made by one hand alone
They came down from the stars
They came down from the stars
I'm a starspawn
I came down from the stars
They came down from the stars
They came down from the stars
I'm a star song
I came down from the stars
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7. |
Reflector
04:32
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Ghosts of past loves fill the shells that we are made of
Ghosts of past lives live inside the life we act out
The lines
The lines between you and they
Are often not
Often not so well defined
In the looking glass
We think we spy clarity
Seize gravity
See reality
Even the right kind of light has a filament that can burn out
Even the right kind of light casts shadows as we walk out of its aura
The lines
That cross each other all the time
Are often not
Often not so well defined
In the looking glass
We think we spy where they collide
Seize gravity
See reality
We see partiality
We see pageantry
We see mortality
We see humanity
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8. |
Can Word Affect Change?
02:29
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And I was asked to deliver this message from beyond the grave
It didn’t wait, it didn’t wait for days I had saved
And in life, like a theatre stage, set in a different time and place
What was that line you always say?
We’re often ad-libbing to fill space
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9. |
Powerless to Try
02:58
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10. |
Distant Moment Replay
04:33
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We thought our strings were out of tune
In fact, they sound better than that
We almost went our separate ways
Instead, we admitted faulty character traits and stayed
We drove away for a few days
We played with old friends on new stages
We saw in shades of light blue and gray
They conveyed a sort of distant moment replay
A distant moment replay
A future instant display
A picture in a time frame
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11. |
Interregnum
01:22
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12. |
Ancient Obligation
01:57
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We are small in relation to the cosmos
A knick on time’s endless column
We are soft unlike brittle-solid stone
We are batteries that let flesh vehicles roam
Born by the passing of moon and sun in sky
Far away in distance space
Planets wild and untamed
They’ve known only their own strange days
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13. |
Endless
03:54
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The mind of a man
The search for melody
The furthest distance
Every form in between
Endless, Endless
Endless, Endless
Light and darkness
All shades in between
At hand, here and now, to see
Endless, endless
Endless, endless
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14. |
Progress
03:22
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I'm on a sick streak, that's what I think
I gnashed a bag of shrooms, chased it with a bottle of booze
Trip to save face, trip to contemplate
I'm on that sick streak, man that's just what I think
Ghosts roam these streets with me, they all claim to be kings
We left our bodies behind, we can't stand to be reminded
Of faces painted permanently, they're faces containing our remaining animal instinct
Come around you'll see, come around you'll believe
Come around you'll see, just come around and you'll believe
Bare hands broke bricks and I am not cut out for this
You're a princess lacking any sense, I'm a reckless mess lacking any progress
So let's claim that death came and it stole the soul from our love
I don't deserve this, hell, neither do you
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15. |
Sparrows
03:38
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Scribe a love language
Of our own sounds
A quarrel of sparrows
Carrying us around
Unexpected
Longed for in fashion
And good cooking closely tied to satisfaction
Send a text message
If you’re feeling lonely
When you’re asking
Wondering what I’m doing
I turned a little nothing
Into something worthy
In the basement huddled
Up beneath the window
Every subtle beauty
In your features
Worn in good form
Even through the tears
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16. |
Modern Gem
02:52
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Below forgotten fossils
Glowing on neon wavelengths
Plucked, seed and stem
In search for a modern gem
Poring over written pages
Chronological
And running onward toward no end
Collecting modern gems
Within the intangible
Digging into digital deposits
Electrified lines between them
Designing modern gems
Beyond the limits of one and zero
Linking chains in exchange
Uncorrupted diadem
Adorned in modern gems
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17. |
All Things Considered
04:14
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When I wonder
Could it be that we are living in a dream?
We are not here to love each other only
We are here to spread our genes
Considering
There are no guarantees
No guarantees
When we met I was a broken magnet
Still polar, just feeling oh so tragic
Fastened in to a melancholic kind of static
Considering
Considering its all standing still
While I review the well cut grooves of my mental habit
It may seem like I am, oh well out of practice
My motions, my actions, all witless and tactless
Could it be I'm only going through the steps?
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18. |
Immanuel
04:30
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I found a box of letters
That I wrote to myself
There's this one about you
I don't sound quite like myself
Do you know what it is?
Do you know what it is?
The message now is simple
Trite perhaps but true
If you cant see whats before you
There's nothing you can do
Do you know what it is?
Do you know what it is?
In the eyes of the living
Life is said to be
I know he's no fool
Who chooses what to see
Do you know what it is?
Do you know what it is to love?
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19. |
Tomorrow Plans
02:35
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All that has been done today
The way it’s spent
The time at hand
Will there remain
And there will stay
As a grain entombed
In the falling sands
Like our tomorrow plans
What had in ink been planned
Its better, lost or soon begun
In coming days we’ll have ourselves
Outdone, Outdone
Though shaky as a pencil trace
On a paper hewn
From forest grand
You know
A single seed could more seeds grow
As long as one still stands
Like our tomorrow plans
What had in ink been planned
Its better, lost or soon begun
In coming days we’ll have ourselves
Outdone, Outdone
How quickly good intentions well
From the tips of tongues
That water and
With thick saliva blend to gel
The best laid words
Left tasting bland
What had in ink been planned
Its better, lost or soon begun
In coming days we’ll have ourselves outdone, outdone
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