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pixelated
03:57
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you are headed to
where you've never been
you are on your way
to badwater basin
there they know your name
which is not your name
there they know your skill
there you find your fame
& when it's all said & done
you can always just walk away
pixelated - it's over
you can hang your hat
on a pixelated sky
ones & zeros are your lifetime
bullets rockets whizzing by
strangers are your friends
keep them closer still
spies & scouts these zones of war
you can kill your fill
& every time that you fall
you can always be reborn
pixelated - it's over
what is this urge
this madness free
let loose these avatars
& we swing from the trees
is there something deep
is there something wrong
all this rage is just a game
when you're gone, gone, gone
you can always control
control-alt-delete your soul
pixelated - it's over
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2. |
mediocre savior
01:51
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saint alex lived beneath the stairs
& caught his lover unawares
in dirt & grime
he passed the time
to prove his holy worth
a mediocre savior, he
a hidden light in times of need
& in the end
it did portend
that alex lacked in mirth
god is laughter when you're after
angels dancing high
faith is frightening human lightning
follows heaven's sigh
alex op'ed his soul to to me
& sang me hymns of poverty
a holy chord
to please the lord
but alex could not laugh
he passed the years 'til sickness came
wrenched his bones & struck him lame
he cried in joy
but all the noise
was not but holy chaff
god is laughter when you're after
angels dancing high
faith is frightening human lightning
follows heaven's sigh
god is a man
playing to a crowd
too afraid to laugh
are you afraid to laugh
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what have you done?
where have you been?
how long 'til we can go home?
you know your lies
are paper thin
it's easy to see through your soul
i know there's so much
you feel there's no time
as we wind through the back streets
love left behind
what time is it?
how far away?
what have you changed in me?
you signed away
souls paper thin
your promise goes hooking in fear
i know there's so much
you feel there's no time
as we wind through the back streets
love left behind
have you the time?
spare any change?
i'm thirsty, starving for you
my name is mud
heart paper thin
you drag me behind your love
i know there's so much
you feel there's no time
as we wind through the back streets
love left behind
don't leave me behind
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4. |
i do adieu
03:29
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there is no time for sleep
when I've got so much to dream
about you
there is no time for talk
when I've got so far to walk
to see you
there is no air to breathe
when it's time to leave
you - I can't leave you
there is no sun to shine
when it comes again that time
to bid you a very fond adieu
I do
I do
Adieu
y a pas temps de sommeil
je veux pas me réveiller
je veux juste te rêver toute la nuit
y a pas temps de parler
y a rien à discuter
juste ce simple fait que je t'aime
y a pas à respirer
l'heure sonne à te quitter
mais c'est impossible - je t'aime
y a pas à briller
y a rien à espérer
y a juste à te saluer
adieu
I do
Adieu
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5. |
she already knows
02:26
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cassie dreams of men at war
cassie dreams of IEDs
cassie dreams in anaphore
no one listens when she screams
cassie, what do you say?
cassie, can't hear you
cassie, what do you say?
no one cares
cassie slept in the holy shade
cassie slept with serpents round her tight
they whispered in her ear & gave her precious gifts
to look around & always see what is found
cassie, what do you say?
cassie, I can't hear you
cassie, what do you say?
no one cares
apollo came & that pig wanted some
but hecuba's daughter firmly held her ground
in his ire that man cursed her something fierce
to speak the truth but always be dashed aground
cassie, what do you say?
cassie, I can't hear you
cassie, what do you say?
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6. |
apostrophe
03:47
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holy hookers & sinner saints
the dove absolves you all
oh hasty crowds of drunken men
pride before the fall
& through the valley shadow-filled
those graves you whistle past
in tune with hymns all angel-sung
these years could never last
down into - you never know
drowning in the wave
down into this empty hole
now you become its slave
with raven claw & eagle eye
the meek are carried off
to sound the trump & break the seal
while safely borne aloft
from two towers in the sky
the world comes crashing down
count the hours passing by
you wear this thorny crown
follow far the echo sound
round canyons made of fear
tremble 'neath the shadow's pound
these long & bitter years
cos every one must bear the beam
they pluck from others' eyes
in the light of God your love must gleam
'lest Satan call you wise
holy hookers & sinner saints
the dove absolves you all
oh hasty crowds of drunken men
pride before the fall
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you got a new dress & it looks good
slinkin' down the avenue - i got some wood
gonna pull it out - lay it on the floor
you got a new dress - i got a 2 x 4
you got a secret - you got a new plan
chase me across the galaxy - i am your man
do you love me? well, i know you do
you got a secret - i'll get inside of you
just remember, i got your number
it's 6 of 12
are you an angel? i didn't think so
what gave it away: your glowing backbone
are you a program? then what am i?
are you an angel? what's with this binary lie?
just remember, i got your number
it's 6 of 12
no one can see you - are you in my head?
trundle down the corridors - you want me dead
are you a player? i am your pawn
no one can see you - you are my very own cylon
just remember, i got your number
it's 6 of 12
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8. |
inside job
04:15
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where were you when is the question of a generation
the grassy knoll, the harbor pearl
two towers in Manhattan
every moment sharp, a piercing tragedy
every moment we were caught off guard
in our dull complacency
rude morning sun
when we woke from those dreams
our deepest fears now walk the scene
our lessons paid with our neighbors' grief
what solace were we offered
by our old belief?
why do we seem so doomed to repeat
the same mistakes the same missteps
that our fathers made
maybe we should listen
to our mothers instead
to their kitchen wisdom: less fear more bread
we must keep traveling with hope towards future days
this is the lesson my mother gave
love your neighbor want for no return
ignore this wisdom & New York will burn
where were you when is the question of a generation
the grassy knoll, the harbor pearl
two towers in Manhattan
oh they may say it was an inside job
but we are the ones
on the inside
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9. |
butter my bread
03:58
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i know what side my bread is buttered on
it took a while to figure it out:
it's the side on the floor
every dog has a day & every day it's dog
when the cat's away i sit on the porch
& watch the young ones run
you see there's wisdom in the dance of a one-legged man
in the land of the lame he is king
the tortoise & the hare is just another line
on the liar-box TV
i know what side my bread is buttered on
it took a while to figure it out:
it's the side on the floor
it's the boutiques in the strip malls
it's the billboards along the road
it's every little drop of that soda-pop
i am going to explode
because i am the bogeyman
i can see through their designs
i am here to sing it loud & clear
i am free - i know my mind
i know what side my bread is buttered on
it took a while to figure it out:
it's the side on the floor
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you used to lecture me about Newton & his physics
how everything keeps moving on
i don't know what keeps pulling me
but i am slowly slowing, slowly slowing down
maybe it's the way you're not looking
my uncertain, lovely Heisenberg
but sometimes it's hard to keep yourself moving
when all you love is set to burn
oh momentum
oh inertia
all my energy
is just more entropy
what if Eve & Isaac had a connection?
did the same apple fall from that same tree?
is it a sin to see the way the Devil sees it?
well it's evil what you did to me
if Isaac split the sea & led us all to calculus
does that put Albert on the Cartesian cross?
they came to men with the language of the heavens
to guide us home when we were lost
oh momentum
oh inertia
all my energy
is just more entropy
here at Trinity, Oppenheimer gave his name
gave his love so we might live
but in Hiroshima & in Nagasaki
there are only shadows pouring through a sieve
& in our bedroom on the window sill
there is a faded flower gone
the wind keeps blowing, the earth keeps turning 'round
you were right: it goes on & on & on & on
oh momentum
oh inertia
all my energy
is just more entropy
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11. |
no secrets
02:27
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i forget my sentiment
but not my empathy
a cold hard lie i'm spinning for you
Arachne at her weave
it's a slow decline to absolution
with Virgil as my guide
pilgrimage to frozen Mecca
to hell & back i slide
but the more i lie
the more you see
as the reel goes by
you are more free
the tales i spin are rocks to roll
Sisyphus on film
a poet's take on past events
singing death uphill
truth is made on celluloid
truth is never found
not rocks but clay to mold my tale
it all comes from the ground
& the more i lie
the more truth you see
as the reel goes by
you are more free
the trick is silence in the measures
no secrets to reveal
the less i sing the more you listen
your wounds i cannot heal
but close-ups, cuts & tracking shots
you can take them for your own
Orpheus can't turn around
with faith his song is thrown
the more i lie
the more truth you see
as the reel goes by
you are more free
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if you miss the train i'm on, you will know that i am gone
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
a hundred miles
a hundred miles
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
lord, i'm one; lord, i'm two
lord, i'm three; lord, i'm four
lord, i'm five hundred miles away from home
away from home
away from home
lord, i'm five hundred miles away from home
not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
lord, i can't go back home this way
this way
this way
lord, i can't go back home this way
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13. |
the devilish thing
04:02
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oh the devilish thing - to hear this from their lips
oh the sweetest thing - to come along with your whips
Mephistopheles came & told me
you were doin' fine
yes Beelzebub said to me
oh you wanted to be mine
oh the devilish thing - to hear this from their lips
oh the sweetest thing - to come along with your whips
Gabriel called upon me
with halo, trumpet & on wing
yes & Peter, too, with his set of keys
came said the same thing
oh the devilish thing - to hear this from their lips
oh the sweetest thing - to come along with your whips
so to Virgil did I turn
& to the Pilgrim at his side
but your kisses kept them still
your caresses made them quiet
oh the devilish thing - to hear this from their lips
oh the sweetest thing - to come along with your whips
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noah mclaughlin Atlanta, Georgia
Appalachian distortion, folk samples, and ancient myths.
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