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They Come To Me
09:57
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They come to me on bended knee where I can free them from reality
They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies
They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity
They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency
They come to me with progress reports but all I see are bodies burned
They come to me with targets achieved but all I see is blood and chances lost
They come to me with their cargo of dead and a history they scorn
They come to me with choral approval but all I see is cost
To live or die for a cause you have not first understood
A mound of habits, the ties that bind the endless extraction of blood,
The World is increasingly designed to depress us.
Happiness isn’t very good for the economy
A world of corporate consciousness, the unseen presence of victorious corruption
They come to me, pared down to need, the flywheel of society
They come to me with no hymns or ballads to relive the glorious past
They come to me that’s what keeps them within the bounds of sanity
They come to me and I tell them that happiness is revolutionary
They come to me seeking an upgraded existence
They come to me when the form of happiness is not good for business
They come to me from another galaxy another hallucination
They come to me with everything sagged in ruin, structural radiation
They come to me on bended knee where I can be with them for reality
They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency
They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity
They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies
Come join me in the gutter
I will not ask you to fight
No hymns or ballads to relive the glorious revolution
The past, and its cargo of dead
But it’s too late to do anything but mourn
Grind it into the flesh, lest we forget
from another galaxy
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The Living
06:54
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If this is the punishment for all my former sins, I'll let it in,
if this is the moment for all my suffering, when it comes knocking, I'll let it in
You stare through me with those wild, vacant eyes and when I look back I hear your cries
Time passed so slowly and then it was gone, we didn't share, we knew we cared, but now it's gone
A life sentence staring at the floor just hoping for a knock, even death wouldn't be so cold
So when you and I are sitting all alone, we'll listen for that knock as we've been warned
It's no longer punishment, just what life throws us in, to fall and stumble 'round, and get up again.
Despair and destruction, a set of ugly twins, our lives flashed before our eyes so I held you in
You stare through me with those wild, vacant eyes and when I look back I hear your cries
Time passed so slowly and then it was gone, we didn't share, we knew we cared, but now it's gone
Time passed slowly, and then it was gone, it's always too late when we realise our faith and now it's gone
It's always too late when your gone, It's always too late when we realise your gone
It's always too late when we realise, It's always too late the living, It's always too late to listen when your gone
Just breathe, just breathe and try not disguise what's behind your eyes before your gone.
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Fractional Grip
08:52
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How was I to know? it all collapsed so slowly.
I remember crawling in the half-light.
From vapours inhaled, a mind derailed,
No warning signs, no one even wants to survive.
stored as dreams in the belly of a machine,
Scraping the walls just to get to the next screen.
We must be prepared to live on timescales
our ancestors could only dream in the minds of a machine
Round and round and round we go
Down and down and down so slowly
It’s the only place left to go
Just one more place left to go
This is the edge of being
Just waiting for the next screen
Fractal Grip
This is the itch
No word from the edge
It's just a loop in my head
Or is it just a dream
In the minds of a machine
This is the edge of being
In the belly of a machine
Breath deep and crawl inside
And don't forget to smile
Into the pit of liquified bones
There is not much time to be alive there is so much waste.
We will have to conquer space
To the gutter or the lunatic asylum where time finds its own use for things
The stink could drive a man mad
Know this, the living, they never listen
Tending coffins of the dead, time defragmented in my head.
It scratches and creeps at the edge, remnants of treason, the reason I fell
Round and round and round we go....
Down and down and down so slowly
Stored as dreams in the mind of a machine
Round and round and round and round and down and down and down and down....so slowly
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El Morta
Combining lyrical landscapes made from the residue of the remnants collected from a horrible past, the wrung out filth and leftovers of a postcovid world and melded, at times with a futuristic sound shaped based around our pharmacological age and other times taking a nostalgic trip through timescales our ancestors could only dream, ... more
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