1. |
Far From The Target
03:09
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Someone flicks a light-switch
on the top floor
It isn't helping, it isn't helping
there's no one here.
Someone opens a front door
in the street below
You're not helping
No you're not helping
'Cause you're not here.
Alone in a home and twisted
The good earth
is misted.
In a place you've found
Be careful;
You might miss it
Be careful
'Cause you might miss it.
It isn't helping it isn't helping.
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2. |
Dark Beat
04:09
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I am a weaver
Pulling loose threads from the sky-
Undoing cloudwork.
as I work, I shed my clothes
and I feel my skin
begin to prickle.
Sensation of lightning
licking through each dewdrop
I'm weeping, I love it
Like platelets,
Congealing
I cover I cover
I cover I cover,
I am a weaver.
For the first time
I find myself
looking inside
and it hurts my eyes
For the first time
I find that I've arrived
at the great divide.
For the first time...
I am a weaver...
At the great divide.
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3. |
Hiding In The Crowd
04:12
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Breaking face-
I can explain.
Ease my,
Folly.
Back in vegas,
again in this place.
These things I,
I regret, oh.
I reached
Down
With eyelashes
Ease my folly
Ease my folly
Ease my
folly.
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4. |
Hypnagogia
04:23
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I won't ask you to kill me;
You were never that good with
responsibility.
No one can stop me.
I still like you,
but I'm waiting so patiently.
If I ever wake up
If I ever wake up
If I ever wake up
put me back to sleep.
If I ever wake up
If I ever wake up
If I ever wake up
put me back to sleep.
I'm lying
and frozen,
face-down,
face-down...
I won't ask you to kill me;
You were never that good with
responsibility.
I'm waiting so patiently
In my sleep.
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5. |
Glistener
04:04
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Building up like callouses,
Building resistance to rhetoric.
My seeing eyes are grey-
My other eyes.
A tap on my window.
A crack of glass.
Was he right to worry,
was he right?
A polygon forming on the page;
this breaks dimension.
Blood on the floor and a cup of tea.
All you want is better,
you hungry vampire.
Was he right to worry,
was he right?
Was he right to worry,
was he right?
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6. |
Sepulchre
04:20
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Forcing a diamond
out of the rough,
you don't understand
why you have to be so tough.
I could rip my heart out
and you wouldn't even notice,
sulking like a monster
in the shadows.
For your secrets
and your silence,
For your secrets
and your silence.
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7. |
A Special Place
04:34
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Underwhelmed,
All of them
Underwhelmed.
I'm seeing
all that's to come.
Over the edge
I'm screaming,
You're dancing.
Please,
Listen.
There is a special place
for you
in hell.
In the shadows
there are reptiles.
In the river
there is blood.
In the skies above
are locusts,
and I will take your
firstborn son.
Please,
Listen.
There is a special place,
There is a special place
for you
in hell.
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8. |
Rooted
04:00
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I stole this from a film I saw.
I can't get out; it's impossible.
I built it up inside,
I'm tearing it down for the last time.
The last time...
I said it,
but now it's gone.
Trust for the things we both don't see.
Trust.
I've been waiting for so long.
It's trust.
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9. |
Feedbend
02:16
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[...]
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Blue Hands Montreal, Québec
Blue Hands was a strange band from Montreal.
Isabella Davis
Paul Geldart
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