1. |
the death of USB 1/4" ii
04:46
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oh, the sound
of screaming
it only gets worse
i am going for the sounds
i am hearing
am i hearing them clearly?
am i doing ok?
maybe i didn’t treat you so well
maybe i wasn’t so good for your health
only now have i found out how you must’ve felt
only now
only now that i feel it for myself
i feel it for myself
and i gotta say
i don’t really like it
oh, the sound
it’s strange
it’s never the same
wherever i stand
it’s strained
what you said,
it was sad,
but the sound came through
i get down when i think about it now
i get down when i think about how you hit the ground
i get down when i think about you barely getting through
i get down
i get down
i get down over you
midair,
you very nearly
redefined
the rest of yours,
the rest of mine
you only fucked up and survived
i would have kept that all my life
when i picked up the phone
i wasn’t there alone
three people were there
and they couldn’t know
i had things planned
at the time i was told
i panicked
i panicked
i had to go home
oh, the sound
it’s bad
laid out flat on your back
like a bird vs. glass
and trampled
in a tangle of rags
on the bedroom floor
control is something to perform
the catch gets simple, simpler ever more
the signal pours out of every single port:
the drawer, the door
every dimple, every pore
goodbye
goodbye
i very nearly tried
i panicked
i panicked
i had to go home
after the change
it may sound strange
i realized
i didn’t want to anymore
i came alive
for the very first time
i didn’t want to die
i didn’t want to die
i just wanted to stop
i just wanted to stop
i just wanted to stop
and then everything––
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2. |
windows
04:08
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i will show no face
and i will make no sound
when life rolls off-base
when the shit goes down
anything can happen
just not to me
enemy attacking
i don’t know
i am told
i can’t see
i don’t know
i am told
not to me
the censored sensor
insensible
the sense of tension
i don’t know
i’m not sure
what it’s for
i will close
the windows
to my soul
i’m preserving orgone
muscle made of bone
not so anymore though
i have closed
the windows
to my soul
i have closed
the windows
to my soul
there's no sense of humor
hermetic seal
house just like its owner
open door
come explore
what to steal
i don’t know
i’m not sure
i am real
sadness makes me holy
sadness makes me pure
if it does nothing for me
i don’t know
i’m not sure
what it’s for
i have closed
the windows
to my soul
i don’t know
i’m not sure
what it’s for
i don’t know
i don’t know
i don’t know
no, no
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3. |
mess
03:04
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i do not regret
the ugly things we said
i just begrudge
i’m not a judge of intent
i’m just a victim of your mess
another victim of your mess
bird around your neck
what did you expect?
albatross
upon the cross of its death
another victim of your mess
i’m just a victim of your mess
major deja vu
in your bird’s eye view
distracting shininess
descend on the tiniest jewel, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh
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4. |
talker
04:30
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the danger happened
i cracked open my chin
and bled on the floor
so are you happy?
i said i’m relieved
i don’t care anymore
you stated the problem
i didn’t listen so well
you’re such a good talker
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
i can’t do it
the entrances close
the interstice grows
i felt so stupid
well, time comes and goes
still, i don’t wanna be the ghost
it’s bad for my posture
it’s bad for my health
you’re such a good talker
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
i thought i listened
it seems like i heard
too many words
i heard you singing
your singular verse
we both know it’s cursed
i guess i fell under
your radio spell
you’re such a good talker
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
you should listen to yourself
(i'll take care
and i'll take time
and i'll take your danger
and i'll put it with mine
and i'll take an hour
if that's what you can find
'cause i'll take time
and i'll take time...)
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5. |
the sky fell in
03:00
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i am sorry i
thought the sky fell in
when my starry eye
got crossed again
the spectacle boy
the tattoo girl
rejected our ploy
to let slip the world
you watched the sky
you knew i knew
those cloudier minds
and said, “you’ll do”
i am not that guy
i am not that good
i’m prepared to try
i don’t think i should
the spectacle boy
the tattoo girl
rejecting our ploy
to let slip the world
you watched the sky
you knew i knew
those cloudier minds
and said, “you’ll do”
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6. |
pyramid scheme
07:32
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i’m coming for your last name
i stayed up late
for your face on the screen
is someone there in the way?
you barely say
he remains to be seen, well
we are asking questions
we love to speak
how to reach the third dimension?
it looks so deep
no pirate way to decode
the meddlesome devil
who haunts my machine
let’s pilot a new approach
work multi-levels
and make quite a team, well
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
so are you gonna join the gang?
we got backpacks of lifestyle
and medicine drinks
you wanna see what i became?
i’ve heard that my love’s
a menacing thing, well
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
was i in your nail salon?
was i in your dream?
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
sell me on your pyramid scheme
love me
love me
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7. |
call
01:49
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you said
if you ever find yourself alone
if you ever find yourself alone
if you ever find yourself alone
call
call
call
call
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