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Dream Kingdom
02:19
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From every false kindness
Follows total lethargy
The devotees of the famine
Live a spectral misery
A shadow lies over these hills
A vision growing dimmer
Hangs suspended in the air
Through the passages of bodies
Runs a nervous, piercing glare
A shadow lies over these hills
You cannot keep on dreaming those hills
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2. |
Flower
02:24
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Our time is gone
Find better ways
New moon trembles in my hands
We grow thin, all end up in hospitals
Like flowers in bloom already decompose
Our time is gone
Find better ways
Blue dawn stirs the empty rooms
We grow weird, conspire under secret names
Like flowers in bloom already decompose
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3. |
Not to Be Remembered
02:31
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Through a pipeline
People peering down
Over landscapes vast and lone
Not to be remembered, roaming around
All the distant figures are said to have gone into exile
In a free land
Stranger other shores
Among the ruins of the wars
Not to be remembered, roaming around
All the distant figures are said to have gone into exile
Over several decades of roaming around
All the distant figures are said to have gone into, disappeared and vanished into exile
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4. |
Fog Line
04:23
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The ghostlike fog line of self-consciousness
That surrounds our stifled lives
Evokes the notion of another world
A hand that reaches into an empty space
These transient states amount to nothing
Water spilling from your mouth
I could call you up a billion stars away
Or sleep it off and disappear
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5. |
No. Minor Rain
03:34
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You're wasting time again
All by yourself
And I used to be alone
Cause they were hollower than hiding all the time
Fallin' in line
Pictures are flowin'
Burnin' their houses down
Seen on the outside
Pukin' and cryin'
Goin' through the motions
I used to hang around
Drunk in the hallway
I'm torn up
Soon over faded grounds
Bent, bitter, blue
And gone through the broken years
I guess I'm sorry that I'm spiteful all the time
Fallin' in line
Pictures are flowin'
Burnin' their houses down
Seen on the outside
Pukin' and cryin'
Goin' through the motions
I used to hang around
Drunk in the hallway
I'm torn up
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6. |
White Son Routine
02:21
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White son routine
And I'm goin' nowhere fast
Eternal son routine
I'm not stupid, but I want to do it wrong
We're trapped in the same old places
White son routine
And I'm goin' nowhere fast
Eternal son routine
I'm not stupid, but I want to do it wrong
We're wearing these stupid faces
... wrong
We're trapped in the same old places
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7. |
Quiet
02:51
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Won't you come and see a boy about town?
You can always come out
Maybe meet and hang around
When the party's over
You're so quiet
There's better ways to spend your time
Than locked in orbit around a nothing
Drinking lots and taking showers
Unemployment, masturbation town
Sleeping through the hours of the day
There's a thing outside me
That brings a sudden change in mood
And a nameless fever
You're so quiet
There's better ways to spend your time
Than locked in orbit around a nothing
Drinking lots and taking showers
Self-assertion, masturbation town
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8. |
Endless Motion
02:22
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If you feel bad
I shy away
Yeah and call for the doctor
If you feel bad
I shy away
Someone saw you imagining yourself, it's enough to bring you down
Every dreaded moment circles in your mind, let's just go away for awhile
If you feel bad
I shy away
Yeah and call for the doctor
If you feel bad
I shy away
All those old things that bottle up inside, you can tell me if you want
Endless motion wavering in fear, let's just go away for awhile
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9. |
Things Fall Apart Again
05:15
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Things fall apart again
Fables, hallowed ground
Pale nights in wondertown
I lay my body down
Blue light from gas stations flickers through my brain
Days flow indifferently
Shapeless little lump
A mystic malady
That broods and stupefies
I'm a small child in the off hours, far gone, displaced
Close your eyes or else your face will crumble into ashes in my palms
Dull your senses and let the world be mistaken for the shape you see it in
These variations on the same gesture of disapproval get to be a bore
A restless groping, a ghastly slit, a series of searches for someone to trust
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10. |
I Like You
01:42
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It's not your fault
Keep it to myself
I like you
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