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Minor Divisions
02:50
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Open heart, closed mind, empty fist.
Who’s to blame? It’s the same as before.
Open heart, empty mind, closed fist.
Who’s to blame? It’s the same as before.
Divergence (Minor divisions)
Deviation (I am open)
Difference (Minor divisions)
Variation (I am closing)
Open heart, closed mind, empty fist.
Who’s to blame? It’s the same as before.
Open heart, empty mind, closed fist.
Who’s to blame? It’s the same as before.
Divergence (Minor divisions)
Deviation (I am open)
Contradiction (Minor divisions)
Variation (I am closing)
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Mountain Removal
02:30
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Once you get a taste for it, then you’re open for business.
Once you get a taste, then you’ll never close your doors.
I need some calm, just like I need a future.
Who needs your alms, when you’ve got the hand of doom?
Once you get a taste for it, then you’re open for business.
Once you get a taste, then you’ll never close your doors.
They keep say it’s coming back
All I know is I can’t wait forever
They’re clearing mountains for smokestacks while I’m nodding off in the front seat.
Once you get a taste for it, then you’re open for business.
Once you get a taste, then you’ll never close your doors.
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Preponderance
02:19
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Seamless/Fractured
A man / A woman
Slip through your need
To categorize / To locate / To dominate
Totalized / Excess
Of Glass / & Porcelain
In the everyday, there is potential.
In routine, there can be change.
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Emptied Out
04:45
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My beautiful remains. My empty meat. My beautiful remains. My empty meat. My beautiful remains. My empty meat. Collapsed into a pile, I fall down at your feet.
I left my money on the table. I left my blood on the floor.
I won’t refuse. I’m not able.
I can’t refuse if there’s no more.
My end of business hours: please ring my closing bell and place me neatly in a file where no one can tell. No one sees my beautiful remains when there’s nothing left to sell.
I left my money on the table. I left my blood on the floor.
I won’t refuse. I’m not able.
I can’t refuse if I’m no more.
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5. |
Inhuman Power
01:53
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All seeing
All speaking
High weirdness
When money calls
Never thinking
Never knowing
Entangled layers
When brains stall
Hail, Hail, the war machine, where we feast on coded lines.
Hail, Hail, technocracy. We all work for the combines.
All quantified
All categorized
High weirdness
When mother calls
Never sad
Never tiring
Your participation to scrape & crawl.
Hail, Hail, the war machine, where we feast on coded lines.
Hail, Hail, technocracy. We all work for the combines.
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Dealings
02:54
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Burns bright, break clean.Burns bright, break clean.
My sun, he said. My son, he said.
Blank slate, no fee. Blank slate, no fee.
My sun, he said. My son, he said
With love, all there ever was.
No one, that’s all there is.
Burns free, ends clean. All friends, all me.
My world, he said. My world, he said.
With love, all there ever was.
No one, that’s all there is.
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7. |
Song 9
02:02
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8. |
Strozzapreti
03:39
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Maintain the body
Smart Investments and big returns
If there’s damage to the body, I cannot maintain and produce.
The Flock / The Faith
With blood like stale breath and flesh like Styrofoam,
With bones made from plastic and glass, they’ll believe anything he says.
The Flock / The Faith
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