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Bully
02:11
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Consciousness of bliss is the conscience of an era
Coppers' messy fists is the essence of America
Click clack and they cuck ya
Hide your wife and kids they have finally come to fuck ya
I am a whore
We were fucking under willows
They were watching from the windows
Now they want more
So they'll take us to the gallows
Cuz their lives have grown shallow
And their fields have gone fallow
Us/ them yeah
Us/ them yeah
Don't trust them yeah
Fuck them yeah
Subsume my stare
There's no such thing as a rich man
Who doesn't love the police
Money whines it's a hitman
The trigger's its only release
Someone's gotta be the sage to set fire to this era
Who will be the sage to set fire to this era?
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Moonery
03:38
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Lock picked by a service sick
Got rich off a bitcoin blitz
But I found the lord in a group chat
I placed my cellphone on a burning stove
And I let my eyes bleed white and gold
And I read your messages composed from your soul
And I forgave every criminal
I said Alexa, can you tell me a list of all American atrocities?
I said Alexa, can you tell me, am I gonna die on my bleeding knees?
Cock, spark and the drug takes in
Form slim off a hunger binge
But I found the lord in a group chat
I watched my mother pour cranberry juice
And my phone lit up with the voice of you
And I read your messages as I drank my soup
And from the screen there came beatitudes
Blessed are the stupid
Blessed are the dead
Blessed are the hypnotized
Blessed are the turbid
Blessed are the meds
Blessed are the mesmerized
My warm investments are calling to me
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3. |
William Bond
03:54
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I wonder whether the girls are mad
And I wonder whether they mean to kill
And I wonder if William Bond will die
For assuredly he is very ill
He went to church on a May morning
Attended by fairies, one, two, and three
But the Angels of Providence drove them away
And he returned home in misery
He went not out to the field nor fold
He went not out to the village nor town
But he came home in a black, black cloud
Took to his bed and there lay down
And on his right hand was Mary Green
And on his left hand his his Sister Jane
And their tears fell through the black, black cloud
To drive away that sick man's pain
Mary I do another love
Another I love far better than thee
And another I will have for my wife
Then what have I to do with thee?
For thou art melancholy pale
And on thy head is the cold moon's shine
But she is ruddy and bright as day
And the sunbeams dazzle from her eyes
I thought love lived in the hot sunshine
But oh, he lives in the moony light
I thought to find love in the heat of day
But sweet, sweet love is the comforter of night
Seek love in the pity of others' woe
In the gentle relief of another's care
In the darkness of the night and the winter's snow
Seek love there
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Oceanside
05:50
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Being naked with you feeling sensual
And playing with your thick hair dark and plentiful
Wavy with the scenting of a living rose
With dew all in its petals
And the moonlight is upon us and upon the leaf
And the night is purple and blissful
There is something in you that is magical
And bringing you a full life bright and beautiful
We are an invention of the holy ghost
Or something else how could we know
But there are nights like this one
A sacred one
Where the love is golden and pleasureful
And our touch is supple and graceful
And your largesse is weeping in fistfuls of happiness
In the darkness of night there's a tender hush
We can bring it real slow because there is no rush
Gradually we make the windows blush
As we light up this purple kush
And the starlight is upon us and upon the leaf
And your cheeks are so plush and so flush
Lying in the soft sheets where our fingers touch
While in the warm air all the plants are lush
Your eyes are lighting in the warming gust
A holy lust flows through us
It seems like we've been chosen
It seems like the world knows us and grows through us
On warm nights like this one
When your beauty is weeping in fistfuls of happiness
In the middle of the night there's a holy flow
We're loving through the moon until the morning grows
Violet with a gold peach and an orange glow
With red around its circle
And the rainbow light through a crystal in the window
Will splash upon your eyelash an indigo
In the centre of the sun is a metronome
Making all the Earth beat in a perfect tone
We are a wave floating on an endless drone
Getting low what do we know
Just that the light is on us and in us and upon the leaf
And your beauty is weeping in tears of happiness
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CTD
01:58
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Corey Thomas David
Is no ethnobotanist
Just a communist
Playing too many video games
Allowing the sun to stream in on that balding head
On that great forehead
Sweat is constantly gracing
Mmm
There was that one time I defeated you in a race of some kind
There was one or two times I actually surmounted you
I actually achieved victory over you
Those were very interesting times to me
I've written home about it in my journal
I've written home about it in my leatherbound lineless journal
Full of my immaculate sketches
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The Man On The Internet
05:19
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The burning trees outside your door turn shocking flat in two dimensions
Your friend who is a saint is crazy and yelling at cars on the street
While the afterbirth of the computer world singes your lips
A wiry haze of hot phantoms lingers on the telephone wires
Making messages for governments and citizens
With numbers and bibles and physics
The psychedelic limelight of your mind twists through time
In a century made of laughter stretched bitterly through code
This feverish feel sits as jelly in the air as strangers dance with electronics
Superman unveils a fresh philosophy
Musclemen flex in identical outfits
The implants in your brain seize your muscles and lead you to a temple
The lithium in your computer sizzles as you walk
The internet downs another victim
All the men on YouTube have a synchronized orgasm
And your wonderful heart leaps at the beauty of the morning
Everyone in your dreams is you
Each human being is supreme supreme
You find yourself beside a cave
Where a vibrating and uncanny creature needs you to make a decision
Its legs are showing bone and smell like carrion
It knows your power and is waiting for you to choose
Will you hold it as it dies in the sun
Or will you drag it back into the cave to live in agony again?
Now that you are seeing it again in the daylight
Will you let an awful mercy take it home
Or will you keep it for yourself in the darkness of you?
Which is the curse? Which is the power?
Is there a curse? Is there a power?
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7. |
Visions
07:28
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I celebrate you
And that haunting concentration you used
The soft fire you used
To burn these marks in my body like tattoos
And here in the fairies, daffodils, pleasantries, I celebrate you
We have to learn somehow from the lust that gathers
While staring at the mothers on the video screen
Even though a quiet sheet
And a naked friend
Is enough
In understated ecstasy
Bodies like effigies
We are on the verge forever
But we can cut that cycle of violence like a flower
Me: a baby born of violence, I can cut that violet flower
And I can court sublimity, an ultraviolet lover
And I can come and I can know and I can love with nothing bitter
Love, love, happy love, free as the mountain wind
Two people look at each other, relaxing, relaxing, relaxing
It is something rarely done
Or when done, moved on from like a television show
But it can't be refuted
That the world turns, the hand grasps, the heart beats
And the rhythm of our human speech everybody leaps
These visions are alive
And I try to be kind in the iris eye
But this cord is not concording with the core of the ride
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Yound Toronto, Ontario
cosmic avant-rock
these visions are alive
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