1. |
The Same Ash
03:25
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all of it, just like an ending dream
with no belief, there is nothing
only one, in the things that you have seen
more than nothing
the same fate reproduce it all again
the same fate reproduce the fools again
why does it have to be like this?
what is true evil? if this is not?
ashes everywhere, and an occasional
blood stain on my brain until the same fate
the same fate reproduce us all again
the same we blinded through the war again
the same ash spread throughout the world again
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2. |
Never Able
04:45
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how are we to remember?
i'm never able
to keep the thread
no matter how
too thick all things
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
remember
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
black painted face
spots, like black death makeup
(make up my mind)
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
HOW ARE WE TO REMEMBER?
what's outside our experience?
never, able. never, able.
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3. |
The Long Shadow
04:25
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the long shadow
afterlife as all,
as destiny, as duty,
collective power
minds on leash
they see god in me
jesus christ
amygdala activated
hide and seek
within own minds
the long shadow
of jonestown
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4. |
How Many Ants
04:28
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how many ants on the meat-weight to stand a chance against the man?
no mans eye, watered by the loss of ants life.
acid, sweet blood on the floor.
as a king, as nothing.
image of human labour turned into an ants.
to stand a chance against the man,
it is work, work, WORK.
image slowly turned into ghosts
not by state of rest eternal
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5. |
Jennifer
06:07
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jennifer, ditt rødhår brenner
gule vitsa ut av ditt sinn
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6. |
Two Moods
02:28
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the thousand wonders of a man, a split atom.
his city decomposed, transformings stop – a mere phrase
and two moods
but he can still feel the sun what feels just like it
the core of growth reflects upon, he who can not grow
in a loop, in queue, until last breath repeats the phrase, then silence
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7. |
Halvtom Sjel
04:44
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halvtom sjel i mager kropp
rulle, på rust, på luft, på dekk.
mot tidlause strender,
elvebredden
romlende klimaks, mot å dele med ender
glemme seg sjøl, gi av det lille
fylle halvtomt til halvfult
støtte seg sjøl til utstøtthet
ett i, i meg fraværet av deg
støtte seg sjøl til utstøtthet
i fraværet av deg
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8. |
Dirty Linen
03:14
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for the boy in the window, biting on a thumb,
dirty linen comes to mind
for the girl in the window, opposite side,
dirty linen comes to mind
now,
i covet the ground you walk upon
i covet the ground you walk upon,
covet the sun-lit shadow-laid curve
i sit and watch you from afar,
making you everything
be not, become nothing
you're everything i want you to be
a moment
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9. |
Nightmare City Suite
08:07
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sleeping, sleep, i slept, the sound
dirty dishes, even dirtier words
you hurt me
thank god, i hurt you
you hurt me
turned out as a nightmare for us
i dance you, just through the night
creeping – crawling
the dance of black snake me
you hurt me
turned out as a nightmare for us
it turns out
i don't think we'll dance through one more heartbreak in stereo
turned out as a nightmare for us
how many microphones to make it alright?
in the city, i dance through the night
through the city
heartbreak in stereo, jogging on alcohol through you
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10. |
The Death Of Lennon
04:16
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i'm spending my hours
reflecting my physics
seeing only heroes
die in front of me
not by my hand
but as an reflection of my being
blameless in the darkness
no pity, nor regret
hours cried into years
surrounded by echoes of words
one step closer, to heavenly peace
just like John Lennon
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11. |
Before We Go To War
04:54
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before we go to war, let me breath
don't ever open the Pandora door
let be breath
we can go down, so easily
can't you see, it is suffocating me
heavy water flowing into this hollow tree
this vessel that is sinking ship
containing both you and me
not only our enemy
my dear buzzing war bee
too spiteful blood-thirsty to see
what i now see, so clearly
revenge is throwing away the key
to the lock of it all
to the ending of circle of hurt
dilute bitterness, the malice of the motherless
find the common ground and go to war
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