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Elephant Graveyard
03:51
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Winds sweep clean the plains of a resting place.
Now the myth will be portrayed in a time-lapse filmed masquerade.
Winds sweep clean the plains of our resting place…
…and the fact that you can’t fake your way through this wake.
I didn’t want out, I wanted in & every time I try and shout, it’s in silence.
I’ve followed you here to be led in circles, confused.
The whites of our lies & now of your eyes…
…will leave you and ivory cut out with torrid knives…
…afloat, in debris, in the mean of the white hot desert sea.
I didn’t want out, I wanted in & every time I try and shout, it’s in silence.
Seasons of droughts will be taking in towers of clouded doubt to be buried thin, within.
I’m apathetic of rapport & these unsevered dreams,
…not unlike before, are far and few between & all that remains serene will lie awake in silence.
I didn’t want out, I wanted in & every time I try and shout, it’s in silence.
Seasons of droughts will be taking in towers of clouded doubt buried thin.
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2. |
Ride The Crash
03:56
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Your body is shaking, you’re not even cold and you lack that look of infliction.
Let’s keep it going but truth be told this is not my vital mission.
Don’t feel uncertainty, I’ve seen it before and it’s something…
…that you should not yet see, so not to ruin the ending.
Remember when we penned the epilogue, only to find a slowly, distorted swan song?
Ride the crash.
And when it ends I hope to at least find a way to say what has always been on my mind.
Modern beginning to let me in and oversee rising tides.
Hesitantly, I will let you in as I slide you to my right side…
…to see what is left of me and I realize it is the other you.
To exist and repeat has been by far the blackest days ensued.
Unraveling vertebrae, with no aim to atone,
…is letting our breath out because we couldn’t hold the arcs of Joan.
Now we are on our own.
Remember when we penned the epilogue, only to find a slowly, distorted swan song?
Ride the crash.
And when it ends I hope to at least find a way to say what has always been on my mind.
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3. |
Bask
03:02
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In your cloud’s obstruction, I’m forced to rip up the sky.
While in a state of slow motion, I realize flesh without bone should die.
Theories are speaking to me through a constant stream of silhouettes.
Unsolved, the puzzle weeps. We need what we can get.
Your power of suggestion has reached beyond direction.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all her beams full-dazzling.
Parallel undecided, ours paths will cross eventually.
Unless of course, evasive actions turn out to be the reasons we lied…
…and why we couldn’t try to remain alive.
If all had ceased before that day than the day before would have never ended.
I wake up and forget you’re gone and after that instant my reach is suddenly withdrawn.
Give me the splendid silent sun with all her beams full- dazzling.
She is alive like the sun is alive…
& know that I embraced the sun because I’m blind.
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4. |
The Hum
04:10
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One single frame trapped behind cut glass; is what this should have meant.
And the last of the passion in us has passed because the glass has collapsed from the hum's descent.
So pull the magnitude of that sound towards me now and I will set it to descend.
And as the feeling falls between us, the falling feels the end.
Step to the side, almost close your eyes, and breathe in, to remain alive.
Lows pulsate when night emerges out of day and where the sea meets the sun eventually.
Into the fade, in a distant, yet familiar way.
Push the drone into the right frequencies and the light will start to bend.
When we bring ourselves into focus we can start to see us burning in the end.
The acidic glow begins.
Step to the side, almost close your eyes, breathe in and remain alive.
Lows pulsate and exponentially decay like a wave separating into the sea. hiccup
Into the plains, from a distant, yet familiar day.
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5. |
Overtones Of An Overture
04:48
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This circumstance brings forth the next chance, which is riddled with clarity.
Forming a time, further down the line, out of all past toxicity.
A stance that will set in motion anything that foresees any chance of symmetry.
Overtones of an overture underneath all we have endured.
The innocence left of a thought bled pure is fashioned with guilt but with means for a cure.
Misunderstand the ink in the white sand; don’t look beyond the bleed.
I’ll read aloud; these words without a single sound. You will only hear me breathe.
A release that will arrange all things suddenly into a real time pattern of consistency.
Waiting week after week until the entropy sleeps.
Now to rise and meet the white sky's white heat.
Ill wait for weeks 'til I’m weak or until the resonance seeps.
Seeps inside the theory of everything.
Overtones of an overture underneath all we have endured.
The innocence left of a thought bled pure is fashioned with guilt but with means for a cure.
An overture we have endured. A thought bled pure with means for a cure.
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6. |
Received With Simplicity
03:20
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Our sight was surrounded by division until the light unwound with such precision.
It seems that all is either falling or left into place, separately.
Seems all is perceived with simplicity.
Engage me with new years of old worlds & I’ll follow you into the field of battle.
With their eyes, now as knives, I can hear our back sides plead.
So are we here now to be cast out?
We are still here now, somehow.
Seems that everything is falling right into place, collectively.
Seamlessly received with simplicity.
Received with simplicity.
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7. |
10,000 Minutes
03:39
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Why are you fighting on the side of the shadows?
Is it because the blinding light of sight burns your eyes?
I can barely make you out, burn the lights so…the darkness which lies behind, lies behind.
I find my excuses are always in regard to something I know with you that I lose when we are apart.
My acts of resistance you now place last and your message of moments are unsurpassed.
I’m on the other side of the mottled mirror.
Can you now see what I’ve always seen?
My reflection only occurs when your scattered lights disagree.
I find my excuses are always in regard to something I know with you that I lose when we are apart.
My acts of resistance you now place last and your message of moments are unsurpassed.
In the life and time of 10,000 minutes, will I be with you tonight in paradise?
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8. |
F.O.X.
03:59
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The final take & I miss but don’t tell me that it was a mistake.
The cut from shade to sun has put this place inside a fire-orange haze,
Where I rarely realize reasons are wrongly resolved or replaced.
I bask in the thought, more often than not of proceeding eras rarely forgotten.
So I’ll bask in cut cloth until the feeling is lost or I am cognitively dissonant.
Seconds aside, I push for hours and hope to turn it into days.
The downside is that all these blues start to now seem like grays.
It’s the reason I rarely realize that all was right & re-phrased.
I bask in the thought, more often than not of proceeding eras rarely forgotten.
So I’ll bask in cut cloth until the feeling is lost or I am cognitively dissonant.
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9. |
Water Collected
04:08
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Awakening from dormancy to vast lands of vacancy.
The pendulum favors just one side when under lock & key.
Down to and under the wire; while up against the final hour.
All means in sight of the end are now illuminated.
Awakening from dormancy to vast lands of vacancy.
The pendulum favors just one side when under lock & key.
Still waiting in latency to be dried out & quarantined.
Water collecting fills the need; just you wait & see.
Noon of night robs all infinity with blue sky sprites;
…as they fall from sights unseen. Separating from existence.
Down to and under the wire; while up against the final hour.
All means in sight of the end are now illuminated.
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10. |
Vacuus Vox Vocis
02:49
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:::::::::Sun Alive::::::::: A post-rock band from Texas featuring members of Red Animal War. A new EP is currently being recorded for a 2024 release.
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