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Masters in Escapism
03:54
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Head Radio
03:33
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stop the press, here's my epiphany
what if things aren't always as they seem
transmitting on pirate frequencies
broadcast waves so sweet and deafening
we're on the air
we're on the air
we're on the air
we're on the air
brainwaves in stereo, down at head radio
searching for self control, down in the studio
and you bring revolver and i'll bring the rubber soul
this station is powered on, all systems clear to go
stop the press, here's my philosophy
what if brains were broken circuitry
loss of time and lost reality
loss of words, what was i gonna say
we're on the air
we're on the air
we're on the air
we're on the air
brainwaves in stereo, down at head radio
searching for self control, down in the studio
and you bring revolver and i'll bring the rubber soul
this station is powered on
this station is powered on
this station is powered on
all systems clear to go
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3. |
Counsellor
03:40
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i laid on plastic grass
the clouds were colored wrong
and how i wished to go
back to where i belonged
we were a lock and locked away, if we were one we were alone
we closed the distance, stretched our arms across the paranoid unknown
and if i could insist
i'd smother summer mist
wrapped up in picturing the string of shoes that cracked the crust of snow
oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
oh lend me strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
strength to kill the hour when grieving turned into the goal
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4. |
Photosynthesis
03:42
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well here we meet again with matching problems
my dear i think it's clear, your bones are hollow
once told me that you lived on sun and water
i don't doubt that you do, you've just forgotten to
a comic book affair with pending issues
a nest in which i lay, of tangled wires
my virus is my word, the nooses tighten
oh my, it's such a curse to be enlightened
don't let the saints come marching in
you're so used to them, they've been around so long
watch them peel away your skin
is it "normal" that your needle's skipping on
an expert in the art of disappearing
the shades and shadows swirl within grey matter
can you scrape away the rust when things are not-so-golden
'cause you're too far from the sun, and your water's frozen
don't let the saints come marching in
you're so used to them, they've been around so long
watch them peel away your skin
is it "normal" that your needle's skipping on
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Shakeup
04:42
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the point is in needing, needing to find a main
meaning to reason, reasons for everything
clinging to clock hands, endless and circling
happy and hopeless, as i feel nothing's change
there was a shakeup, i was left trembling
the surface below us choked under angry seas
i spoke in bubbles, stumbling through a street
i heard no others, others could not hear me
but unlike the meaning, the motive cannot be denied
it's hard to deny that this hit completely by surprise
so slow to catch on, dysfunction is not defeat
so slow to react, yet judging at lightning speed
happy and hopeless, i rose from vacancy
i took a first breath, i stepped back into me
but unlike the meaning, the motive cannot be denied
it's hard to deny that this hit completely by surprise
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Deader Than Ever
05:16
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fall back, relax, now, it's all right
no need to worry yourself white
no second guesses to defend
the apprehensive mindset left deader than ever, without end
suppressive skills won't fly
it's not like you can throw it all aside
the trick lies in turning off
this all will work it's way out in the wash
sit back, relax, enjoy the ride
i'll spin myself till i turn white
fountain of ruthless peace intends
to leave us pondering the life, deader than ever, without end
first word i heard was stay
last one, i believe, it was away
first shot was worth a try
thousandth shot, she'd thought better than i
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7. |
Choir Victim
04:09
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you do not choose, but you can hope
the feathered hammer teaches softly till you know
my kingdom sees an empty throne
tribe of the basement dwellers
brought you up away from their light
it's been a while since it's been brought to mind
you do not choose where you will float
the heavy breeze will lift you softly by your ear
until it splits and bares the bone
self-solder calm repellers
brought you up away from their light
it's been a while since it's been brought to mind
brought you up away from their light
it's been a while since it's been brought to mind
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8. |
Shut It Out
03:37
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i hold this boulder on my shoulder
it bends my spine, makes me lean over
drag it around, abrasions scar-scrape my face off the ground
and bring me down
outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes
they sense their own
and their claws are scraping at my door
in hazy days of self-unknowing
shut it out, the fangs are showing
these times unsure like yes/no/maybe
speak to me like silent movies
outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes
they sense their own
and me and them are me alone
outside this home lie wolves that hide inside sheep's clothes
they sense their own
and me and them are me alone
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9. |
Humanic Depreciation
05:25
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and i reserve the right to change
find myself on the run again
we dig our heels in, hanging on
i know you'll miss it when it's gone
we'll cut down forests for the trees
we're bathing in the entropy
and in time this can be resolved
to find the strength to unevolve
blood sugar never tasted sweet
the theory never felt complete
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Dylan
13:26
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acting in dishonesty, you hold the pen and dare to rewrite history
and we were so undirectional, but you charted paths on the palms of your hands long ago
the last remaining truth, the last soul in the room
a nightmare to subdue, i'll find myself anew
letters stick like turpentine, forming into phrases fractured by design
served up on the thinnest plates, the slightest breeze would make them all disintegrate
in hieroglyphic code, with keys carved out of stone
a negative in space, i know something you don't
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