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Ambersands
06:46
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I’d lie on a beach and wait to die
Feeling no regrets in the high tide
Knowing the moon was always on my side
While a million specters are holding hands
Their bodies lie on amber sands
Hear an interpretation of the divine?
As told by humans, a hypocritical rhyme
Benefit from a creed that bleeds
All for the snake of belief
I’d rather lie on a beach and wait to die
Adding to the populous brings regret
Fortunate upbringings, did they forget?
A simple repetition of reality
Now a million bodies lie on crimson sands
Waiting for some afterlife ampersand
Hear a deviation from the divine?
As told by humans, a hypocritical rhyme
Benefit from a creed that bleeds
All for the snake of belief
Little reminders of how life’s too big and small
Tiny suggestions to trust no one at all
Reminds you not to believe in some grand plan
Drifting away on my own river
Red shores for crimson sands
Expectations are divine
Just don’t let go of your mind
Activate another spinning vignette
Through rough handling, spine adjustments
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Travels & Observations
01:24
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Where I thought no one else would
One half was for Western’s best
Receive card, no way
Coconut cake and iced tea
She told us not to
No, there was so many of us
I’ve never made May baskets
I was driving, so he wasn’t
Probably (3x)
An airline stewardess
Turnipseed, Weatherspoon
No. There’s pretty flowers
No.
The guilty party was so angry
No, no, none
Clothes
Fireplace and kitchen stove … Birthday cakes
He was in Western movies
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My mum is naff
The idea of family's good for a laugh
But when I put my fingers up under the siding
I always find a friend in hiding
Wolf spiders are such total bros
Wolf spiders are such total fucking bros
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mySymphony
03:16
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He’s a genius with a cursor, he’s so arty
He makes predetermined symphonies
For all the cough medicine parties
His computer is the place to be
He’s got two killer laptops
He peeks up every once in a while
To see that the attention has stopped
And to get it back is futile
Your line of code is amazing
Code is notes? Code as notes?
Don’t lie to yourself, Maestro
He’s digitally numb and his charger is broke
He cuts himself with graphics cards
When he sets up they all think it’s a joke
They all turn back to the bar
But they can’t drown their sorrows
With his latest sequencer software
Can’t respect beats borrowed
What does it matter? Your audience won’t care
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The Finer Points Of Sadism (FPS) Boise, Idaho
Jacobb and Ashley started playing music together in 2002 in several different bands in Boise, Idaho, USA. They accumulated circuit bent equipment and instruments, vintage synthesizers, and analog FX units. In late 2010, Jacobb recalls hearing strange and horrific noises as well as visual anomalies during a near death experience, which has influenced FPS's sound to this day. ... more
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