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Entry Point
00:48
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Matriarch
03:18
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he steps in the kitchen
while the kids are asleep
echoes in the basement
of the secret she keeps
while the man of the house
is bent on destruction
she's a minor key
in a theatrical production
of everything
she feels fine
alone with her mind
severed and stowed
awake at night
she's acclimatized
to being trampled under feet
fertilizing gardens
with remains so discreetly
when the wind blows caustic
she never feels it burn like hell
he couldn't be bothered to learn
how to rebuild himself
she feels fine
alone with her mind
severed and stowed
awake at night
it takes time
yeah
she's always known
how it goes
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Troutslime
03:53
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I was walking upstream
the leaves turned gold among the evergreen
with a trusted lure
tied on my line so I could cast my confusion
hardly had to wait
hooked on the lips of another nervous system
a calm release
left silver flashes on the bottom of the creek
pull out a smoke
fall back in a haze of red and blue halos
sliver of the sun
promised a show of northern light pollution
by a quarter to ten
you'll wake up at home without a pain in your head
there was nothing outside
that could have slipped my mind
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Mellow
04:17
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I am nothing but nothing's something
feeling kinda lovesick for my sweetheart
now that she's toxic
seen through my bullshit
put me on a diet
fresh greens butt kissed
I'm weak strung along the prairie
used to over sharing
things about my life I didn't get right
off set lining up the matchsticks
stretching thin the plastic
air tight waiting for the snap
Oh baby yeah
I'm not a man who can trust himself
but I can try
if it keeps you mellow
I am nothing but nothing's something
kept in the apartment silent
passive violence
dead set getting good at tetris
scraping for the resin
all day caffeine migraines
slowly getting used to losing
find it loosely soothing
played out waiting on the couch
Oh baby yeah
I'm not a man who can trust himself
but I can try
if it keeps you mellow
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5. |
Song For Voyager
03:46
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there's a lot of hope thrown in a cosmic catapult
under a solar thumb the only home that I have known
we might live on a pixel but our reach is mycelial
crawling out from a cave into an interstellar age
after the giants and frozen lakes
a whole lot of nothing but empty space
got the top technology of the 1970s
shutting down transmission at escape velocity
if this grain of sand should somehow find alien hands
hope the record plays but i feel like its too late
after the giants and frozen lakes
a whole lot of nothing but empty space
it's a long long wait for the human race
(kick it why not)
Pssh kkkk pshh kkk
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Dumbass
03:09
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Aural Moss Prince Albert, Saskatchewan
Flying into outer space on a rocketship made of beercans.
Psychedelic Rock / Beats / Experimental Honey Garlic
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