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Finest Position
01:49
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The girls are refined by pleasures of the state
Here we are blind to this ever-shifting rate
There’s a line that we’ve tried to sever at the base
But we’ve known all this time to keep it straight
We ought to find the alter-mind but there’s no time
So you rip the shit out of every bit as you lose your grip on the finest position
Our eyes have designs on the ever-rising stakes
We cry as we try to keep them on our plate
In our minds we desire to rise beyond the gates
But we’ve known all this time to keep in place
We ought to find the alter-mind but there’s no time
So we rip the shit out of every bit as we lose our grip on the finest position
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Those Who Sting
01:54
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All good things will come to pass if those who sting could never grasp us
Inside out our thinking lapses when ruses soon distract us
And money, you’re so attractive I seem to be your captive
And now we’re lacerated by thoughts of those who drain us
Those who sting and those who wrap us in sheets of green elastic
It’s always been the same, just waiting for some change
And money, you’re so persuasive I aim to be your patient
But every time I reach you I feel this stinging break through
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Exit the Age
03:08
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On a modern stage – it’s an eyeball’s curse, find another way into the earth
I don’t need a state; don’t need a church, I believe in fate: nowhere to worse
Leave the shame, help me keep it away; I’ll be enslaved just a minute away
I don’t want to work; don’t want to shave; hurry it up and exit this stage
On a dirty line, the numbered hook; on another page, I don’t want to look
Don’t need a crown, don’t want to slave; I think it’s time to exit the age
All the modern stage it’s an eyeballs curse; I believe in fate – nowhere to worse
I don’t need a crown, don’t want to slave; I think it’s time to exit the age
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Clear in the Nightshade
02:14
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Get me out of here before the light breaks, its all clear in the nightshade
But I fear it’s no space allowed
Disappear where the light fades, now I’m living with unknown shapes
They just found a place they won’t stick out
On a sideways bender reach them, always find your present leaking
You don’t have to run, just because they don’t believe in sun
I’ve been living in the treetops; I went down where the leaves stop
It appears that everything reaches ground
What tide comes creeping, when a mind swallows even the designs that may seem unbound?
In silent mirrors greet them, though you find you’ll never reach them
You don’t have to run just because they always seem undone
Just because they all recede from sun
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No Conditions!
03:00
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No sign of roundness in your drum of lies
Seen you flicker as a movie like movies you like
Seen you blinking in your bones of white
What a picture, what a difference from all that feels right
All traditions have to use it; it’s all conditioned on the mood that's right
All traditions have to use it; it's all conditioned on the moves they like
All positions are amusing; put no condition on them, that’s right
No conditions on our muses; it’s our tradition that we move in light
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Seek the Invisible
03:11
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No smile on this town, there’s error on the ground
We’re trying to reach it where they never bothered to pound
What happens in the ether can illuminate our bounds
We’re following a lead of secrets that the powers passed down, let the powers pass
The invisible haunts this town, there is evidence all around
The invisible haunts this town; we could never get it out
Go and leave your research walking under the clouds
Turn a corner of the street
There's someone throwing mirrors to the ground
You’re trying to believe in a voice to gather around
Some people will believe in anything if their ego must drown
But the evil ego/ego just beds evil bedddo people who will do it ((because they can)).
An invisible ____ haunts the town, there is evidence all around
The invisible haunts this town; we could never get it out
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Mirrored Drives
03:05
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It’s implied it’s a very hard life; it’s implied you could never get it right
But mirrored drives go many miles; always through, they never expire
I’ve found a reason to reach you alone at night
You’ve seen a distance in the faces long and wide
But you live in a mind that can notice the sides unknown
It’s implied it’s a very hard life; it’s implied you could never get it right
But mirrored drives go many miles; always room to revel in sight
What life can navigate an image multiplied?
Just look and you will know what they alone provide:
Eight delirium lines, hey it’s always a prize you know!
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Sudden Needs Begun
03:03
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The sun is out and I want some; sudden needs begun
In the morning, on the run; looking out for fun
Crawl if you slide out of reaches
The sun is round; the world is dumb, so our needs begun
In a corner, in a slump; it can’t be overcome
Fall into sad little pieces
I know its sacrifice to be alone at night
Can never have it all, but could we try it all for the night?
The moon comes up, the sun went down; so our needs confound
If there’s doubt the boys are out, the girls are running from
They try and defeat the diseases
Night is dark, the moon is round; so our needs abound
On a corner, on a cloud; everyone let down
You know that it’s fine to repeat this
You know, in satellites we’re very cold at night
Can never have it all, but could we climb a wall for tonight?
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Ways to Come
03:12
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It’s too late to wait for fun; it’s too late to pay for some
It’s too late to say:
I’ve been around the sun; I’ve seen a thing or some
False kings that rule to realize new ways that stunt
Raw needs that never stop; lost dreams that flop
Now see a ray of wisdom defeat one blade of prison
Dream of ways to come; please don’t wait too long
It’s too late to wait for fun; so many ways to come
I’ve been inside a box; four years on top
Looked out from walled in mazes where freedoms stop
We can’t enjoy the props when all release is lost
Long sleeves won’t persuade us to keep in their cages
Dream of ways to come; please don’t wait too long
It’s too late to wait for fun; so many ways to come
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10. |
Powerstream
04:07
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When the powerstream gets low and the wheels don’t seem to roll
Will we always feel controlled where the hours squeal and drone?
We’ll build a wall to have it all
But though we seek to keep it in our streets and feel we can’t go wrong
The stream just out of reach moves on and on
When the power schemes go wrong, will we ever feel as strong as the streams that seemed to flow –
could they ever reach the whole?
We’ll never know, we’ll never know
But if springs would leak at home when people seek them on their own
This industry may lead us all to float
Leave the power schemes alone, release the powerstream - go home
Let the power schemes go, leave us all to float
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