1. |
You Had Meat Hello
04:29
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held over the fire, is knowing that we're better off
back it up, run another
bottom's up not another one
motion to conspire
to laughing out the trivial
back it up, run another
bottom's up not another one
Time loops in a basement
lost track of the days since the start
contested cadence, a crisis abated
time loops in a basement
a lesson in falling apart
can we fake it, are we jaded
the point that you're making
the chances we're taking
you're probably right, but I've grown too attached
so I can't let you have it today
I'll get so fucking useless
and I'm so useless
we're all so useless
bomb it up cause we're all just useless
cmon
it's all for our sanity
"too caught up" leads the reckoning
a gross display of camaraderie
has left us pleading with persephone
the time that we've wasted
we might as well erase it all
we'll try again later
about face the place
slide down the fader
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2. |
Like Monuments
04:01
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I find myself bored in your graces
like monuments to a state disgraced
and a past better off dead
interpretive allure, no eye to the stone
a past better off dead
what would I conclude, given the time alone
a past better off dead
a spiteful pull, and tempered serene
or just another dream
a catered importance, to those in discordance
a fearful stutter
with arms open wide
what have you left me to decide
or was my faith implied (contrived)
a means to displacing apathy
exchanging what we know
the pageantry of the high road
a travelled path with a blindfold
I guess we ought to know
what's been done
in failure of
a context laid out in front of me
exchanging what we've known
the pageantry of the high road
a travelled path with a blindfold
i guess we ought to know
the morning of, the come down
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3. |
Common Loss
05:27
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if can be honest, I'm nauseous
I'll call it progress, the process
this mindset plays tricks on me
a bastion of my humility
a question labors on
amidst the flora and fauna
I feigned "did you wanna"
I wish i could see through it
cordial, complacent, compulsive
and morning's just as passersby
i lined our tongues with silver
to disguise the fact I'm asking
why I'd discredit today
for asterisked "what ought to be"s
a slave to this hodology
I'll write down, with impulse redacted
revisionist tactics
will I stand corrected, or is it just as I expected
your eyes trained; fixed on me
a canyon between our sensibilities
a question labors on
and you were drawn
my palm smudged the finest lines
it's bad practice, a flaw to concede
the colors start to bleed
a definition lost amidst the script I couldn't read
I'll just sleep on it
I can take all
an eye for an eye seems fair to call it off
i guess accepted misnomer
makes us inculpable
an eye for an eye chalked up to common loss
defensive resolve, signals reprieve
from conjecture exhaust
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4. |
Carbomb Monoxide
03:07
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with the best dressed fit at the pylon
a man of all
the architect of the spiral
an endless madrigal
we knew it all along, still under shrouded pall
a corner high palace, a pulpit
on the backs of the bought
off my hands at the wrist as an offering
with a ten-fold promise of rising
out the lowly estate I reside in
surrounded by those I despise
we knew it all along
got caught by commas drawn
I'm guilty all the same
wanting that which to I am displayed
this foolish game
I found it
Palantir
I found it
and I was alone
we labor on just like you said you've done
to reach the sun
we labor on just like you said you've done
to reach the sun
but just like the sun
there's only one
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5. |
Tribute_Fortitude
03:39
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thinking back to the moment, the casualty
no empty word, yet a fallacy
can I, with thoughts to extend
be heard as sincere amidst circles of friends
is it wrong?
a penance for time gone
take a breath and
expect candor from us all
can it be honor
words we might've held too long
patience to a fault, patience to a fault
speak through silence
tribute through fortitude
(a case in point a place in time
a feeding cast with ends to find)
a marker of my absolution wains
can we recall it fondly
look past the absent bodies make it known
a toast to bitter repose
with news of a passing a crass mask reaction sets the tone
these measured feelings of alone
its not about the focus on the existential notice
we just wanted you to know
take a breath and
witness candor from us all
let it be honor, words we know we held too long
patience to a fault, patience to a fault
speak through silence
tribute through fortitude
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6. |
Nostalgia Prone
06:20
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what's this place without context
a rose-colored complex
fond thoughts of Ames Hill
a new england scene
a three's company, I'll deal you in a better hand
you'll lecture me on Vonnegut, old souls, and irony
I've been told
nostalgia prone
my mind starts to drift away
longing for days, still in phase
I'd best start the fire before
this Bacchanalia meets vertigo
we happened upon it, a run-on shot at sonnet
so he wrote
north of the webs, these lives as we call them all
reliance on interstates
a commonplace escapist fate
what of a distance marks "safe and sound"
this bad faith cartography
disguises my atrophy
lessons of this impermanence
but I'll say "you never know"
what's an escape, with an eye point to the end?
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7. |
Burden
03:02
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peace of mind
a purpose resigned
all on letting go, a systemic design
no mind to mine
but I'm on the rails
of a construct identity
a passion defined, by the unmoving past of lines
the white flag is high
as I comply
holding out for in-itself to intervene
it's a motive, the hand and not the pawn
its a burden, the bloodstain that lingers on
its a verdict, the context ephemeral
the being and nothingness
settle for nothing less
discontent with the status quo
as a remedy, complicit enemy
a lull in stereo
take back process, reclaim purpose
one that's all your own, cause they won't save you
it's a motive, the hand and not the pawn
it's a burden, the bloodstain that lingers on
it's a verdict, the context ephemeral
its a yearning that we repress, the weight that we carry
affliction set by, a blinding security
and a reliance on
a place to call your own,
without placing a single stone
awaken in the silence of the lives we carry on
an attempt unfettered
the procession, to the precipice
only flies to send us off
to yourself one better
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I stand overstated
procrastinate too faded
i stand saturated
infatuated with patience
and built excuse to fight
everything i sought to do
"promises promises"I say to you
vacated plans, I had to
cave to these agoric platitudes
I'll try to ignore it, this temporal bore
optimistic maps, familiar floors
i'm faded, too patient
will i stress divide
or make amends with attempts to be honest
as a means to an end
can I exist implied
a placement stance
alls lost, chosen battles
and betting it on an etcetera
echoes of time resigned
recognizing
I'm inclined to a complete dismembering
by design, I'll cut ties and quit carrying
everything deemed necessity
and get tomorrow back out in front of me
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9. |
Atrophy Wife
03:31
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a good hard look after all
what the fuck is masterful
about your provocation
wrestle with the expectation versus the disconnected means
a pretense of this empathy, chambered and waiting
til you're at the wall
weaponize the space between her and the hole
the hole you dug all your own
what if i could measure to you
(I'm no arbiter, you're no exception)
assigning blame to catch all
to name is just to recall
a porous explanation
lacking introspection
capitulating doubt
upheld complex, claim devout
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10. |
Edge of Ilium
04:11
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relinquish control of the choices I've made
it's hard to think different
cause when fate ends, we're all the same
fantastical moments, conjured to justify the days away
to cope with this madness
a madness endured in a broken state
unstuck in tattered clothes
better luck's not a valid goal
they'll burn this city down, a will outside our own
it's not that we're better off
it's not that we're better off
a concept of time with many lines
drawn tight, a life defined
so it goes
exposed in the ether, explain to me clarity
a sunset at morning
make sense of what I choose to see
so take me past saturn, anywhere beyond a senseless reality
I'll hide in the amber
of a moment miles away from morality
the vanity, karma devoid mythology
unstuck in tattered clothes
better luck's not a valid goal
they'll burn this city down, a will beside our own
take what you will, I'll be ten years away
not counting down the days, but shouting come what may
its not that we're better off
it's not that we're better off
a concept of time with many lines
drawn tight, a life defined
so it goes
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11. |
Ataraxia
05:38
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I threw it all away
in a tempermental rage
a smear across a page
an eloquence pertained, to a suited end of days
but i've got this all wrong
I beg you all, an emphatic call
to define a side of me
slow down and abandon all
thoughts of renown, and cadence drowned
no retoric absolved
writing contentment off
as a blinding reverie
an existence duality
passing composure off
as a momentary flaw
just face it all, face your goals
get a taste for gold
I've got this all wrong
I beg you all, an emphatic call
to define a side of me
slow down and abandon all
thoughts of renown, and cadence drowned
no rhetoric absolves me from holding
tight to this deficient rationale
still searching
a place called home
a fleeting chance, the very real possibility
that you're hung up after all
on the notion that there's something
transcendent down the line
and every piece that I retain
a growing rift, these shifting plains
defines the enemy
serenity is happenstance
a romanced coincidence
between life and weirding ways
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Aunts Hartford, Connecticut
Mark, Tory, Kevin, Conner. Old friends, new music. Thank you for listening
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