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Grooming...
02:52
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Everywhere you would go
Closed for unreasoned adjustments
Everything you’ve wanted
Mailed to wrong addresses
On this curious slate
In this curious place
Outside looking faultless
Up until when your shift ends
The omnipresent sunlight
Suddenly overtaken
An average day
An average place
Silent rants with frequent sounds
No middle ground
Selective trouble keeping track
Of the facts
What will you do if your ship
Never comes in?
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2. |
Gestalt
02:46
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3. |
Untroubled State
03:49
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Long for days like the one two hours ago
Potent haze with some more beers to go
These times of feeling free
And dry debauchery
The difference between
Is getting hard to see
Toseetoseetoseetoseetosee
Throwing down for seven or eight
Haven’t found the untroubled state
Throwing down for a few more
Haven’t found what to look
Forward through the narrow bend in space
Nothing’s new that hasn’t already been voiced
And I’m sure that someday
I’ll have more to say
But for now I’ll remain
Indifferently restrained
Restrainedrestrainedrestrainedrestrained
Throwing down for seven or eight
Haven’t found the untroubled state
Throwing down for a few more
Haven’t found what to look for
What to look for
What to look for
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4. |
Suffused
01:09
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5. |
Stin's Paradise
03:07
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Lately I’ve only thought of worthless facets
‘Til they’ve become a doctrine
Then suddenly it starts to waver
To yield for only thoughts of you
And I know there there’s a lot to be pursuing
But for now it’s simply just you
Now I’m trying pointlessly to distract
Myself from thinking of
The way your face looks so hopelessly jaded
And I think that’s why I like it
Then suddenly I see a screen’s display
About how you were struck by fluky debris
While it was sunny
Well, life is funny
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6. |
Time to Regress
05:06
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A fissure in the stasis of contentment
Spreads and spreads
Any past position, how contentious
Anything that’s said
Mantras tied to petty observations
Can’t be explained
No one needs the slanted consultations
Solely your own aims
And now it’s time to regress
And now it’s time to recognize
The incoherent world you’re living in
Sitting on a stale wooden park bench, by a new fiscally glorified installation, just inhaling that sawdust. nearby stood two crowds of frustrated people, yelling at each other, messy unison, applying proverbs to themselves or someone they knew, many of them switching sides in brisk determined strides, whichever is more aggressive, more inflammatory, that’s the one for me, people got out of their cars, leaving their radios playing that song from that one time, the one the A-lister’s daughter likes, but as they embraced or rejected the words of their 200-level seminars, they seemed to agree:
“I won’t settle for here
Would you settle here?”
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7. |
Trial#1: Rations
00:44
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8. |
Morning Culture
03:58
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The stale air keeps my thoughts in place
As I’m treading through the same old space
And the light through the trees
Is getting to me
I could use some sleep
When the narratives are spoken
Every word is deafening
And the phrases that they’re smoking
Tend to burn out real quick
Lately I’ve spent time trying to concentrate
On some things to which I can’t really relate
Denser than lead, compressed in my head
I’m going to bed
And when I wake up I am content
Disoriented transiently
And I’ll attempt to be attentive
Just preparing to hear
To hear the narratives all spoken
Where every word is deafening
And the phrases that they’re smoking
Now have burned out
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Frequent Sequences
07:24
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I walked outside feeling strangely unfettered
By the warmth of the sun making temperate weather
And I’m at liberty
Until I see
Some people moved by a speech where the words are just letters
Saying how this way is gonna be much better
Assuring it’s a fact
That no one’s under attack
There’s a crowd that’s told that they’ve got their own auras
By those that think they’re some real profound orators
What was it they said?
You’re already dead
And then some others go home to their vices that strengthen
On passing weekdays in a routine fashion
Assuring it’s a fact
That no one’s turnin back
Now we’re not unrestricted
It’s never been that way
We’re just disconnected
I’m doubtful it’s a phase
Yet stuck in momentary phases
Most of the time
In pursuit of conveniences
And it seems that not much changes
As the world concedes
To some frequent sequences
By the power present in free
You’ll know these things as forever confining
By the power present in free
Confined to everything
Confined to everything
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Feature Fatigue
02:35
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The weekly trifles were comin in daily installments
But the taste of this convenience is all I ever really wanted
I was standing waiting in line
For something new, with all those new features
The pages falling out of the consumer guides
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fluorescent light
In need of release from the public strain
While the pistons press the profits in place
Pressed in place
Strings of sentences that push dependences
Strings of sentences that said
just go to bed
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11. |
You've Got it Wrong
04:39
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As other’s ignorance begins to become its own bliss
You rise from your seat when you still are wringing your wrist
And feel content in an occasional brisk wind
As all your past vistas came to their lackluster light
You stared for so long you felt all the grains of your sight
And as the time kept plodding on
You feel that you got it wrong
As some filled the room and others were fading away
You recognize everyone as a most temporary stay
And as they spill their credulous bluffs
How all is well, oh enough, enough
And as clouds accumulate
As hours stretch to late
As Earth starts to shake
And as these words exaggerate
You knew all along
Everything flourishes when you don’t look
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12. |
Uninspired Crisis
05:05
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Here comes a vehicle not understood
Here comes the one with your new livelihood
Here comes something not sure if it’s good
Can only wait
Is it coming in an instant?
Just take solace in the distance
And hold on to your indifference
‘Til it arrives
The air is thick with ambivalence
So shove it off without consequence
And soon enough it all ascends
Away from worth
You saw it written and you saw it say
All you’d ever want is far away
Much too far to leave the desk today
So just sit down
And now the clouds start to tantalize
But on the screen you need to keep your eyes
And you know it won’t satisfy
The urge to leave
In this world of constant stimulus
Impossible to mark the useless
Have I been blinded by the influence
Of coherence?
Inundated by an uninspired crisis
What else is left?
Inundated by an uninspired crisis
There’s nothing left
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13. |
Trial#2: Provisions
01:07
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