1. |
Earth Audio
04:10
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(instrumental and found sounds)
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2. |
Deliria
02:04
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If magic were made of dreams
A smooth mind without seams
It's seek and ye shall find
I can't see so I won't blind
Surface area decrease
Has you falling to your knees
Webs woven by hand, deception is planned
You played a role in the manipulation
Dangerous visions of manipulated behavior
Cultural norms ingested and savored
The nerve can't reveal what's in the mind
Only accomplished by dismissal and time
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3. |
Gonna Haunt You
02:55
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One of these days I'm gonna die in your arms
Then an afterlife of still feeling your charms
I'm gonna lay with you when you sleep
Wish I could have some of what you eat
Don't wanna cause you no harm
But I wanna make sure I'm close
To hear the secrets you hide most
I'm your ghost
I'm gonna haunt you
So who's the new guy?
Girl you get over shit quick
After three years, my worst fear
Who in the fuck is this prick?
I'm gonna mess with your lights
And make sounds in the night
Those are my favorite tricks
And you'll know that I'm close
You've made me your inherent host
I'm your ghost
I'm gonna haunt you
And now there's something amiss
I've gotten over this
I guess I'll move on, and on, and on
And on, and on, and on...
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4. |
Pamphlet
02:59
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Sleep and cry
Live and die
Repetition
Simplicity
Love and
Love and
Burn
Eat and fast
First and last
Unpredictable
Complexity
Love and
Love and
Burn
There's not much to it
Step off the chair and do it
We saw this coming
Funeral humming
Love and
Love and
Burn, burn
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5. |
Cultivate
02:30
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I want a piece of land to grow
All the guilt my heart can sew
Learn to eat guilt, and you'll be fed
Eat too much, and you'll be dead
Guilt is resilient and keeps me warm
Omnipresent and in many forms
Serendipitous and ironically cold
Through the ages, a story told and retold
I want to cultivate food from guilt
Irrigate the darkness, prevent the wilt
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6. |
Agonizingly
04:36
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Fell so hard against the window pane
But the glass is warm thankfully
Not quite sure how to explain
Cause I keep getting jammed in my brain
Chiseling off my fingernails
But all I can think is your smile makes me melt
Glutton for punishment
Martyr's sacrament
Carved on my chest is written your name
And it stenciled my shirt with a stain
Your hands aren't so steady like you said they were
But I like you girl, so much to offer
My skin's off like a leather sheath
But to me it feels like a day at the beach
Glutton for punishment
Martyr's sacrament
I'll be whatever you want me to be
Agonizingly
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7. |
Pure Salt
03:10
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My father had a vision, a grand vision
High as the sky saw himself praying
A voice told him the answers he was seeking
He told me to take them with a grain of salt
Pure salt
Said I was the one, the only one
Who could shake the demons loose
Said I was the only one who could be
Casting out the spirits with pure salt
Pure salt
I told him that superstition is a deranged disease
And to take my response with a grain of salt
Pure salt
Superstition is a deranged disease
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8. |
Mowers
02:22
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I'm trying to sleep
I'm trying to rest
Been here for 30 years
Patience always put to the test
Keep the volume lower
Man with the mower
Don't cut my plastic flowers
If they're even still there
Seed pods in the fall
Piled up, shows the care
Tending to be brave
Tending to a grave
Harmonics from the mower
My rot is about to cave
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9. |
Supporting
03:22
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I feel uplifted
Because I hold the keys
And I have the damage report
Stand by the dead man
That's support
They must be gifted for they must see
They're a deadly sort
Helping to step over the threshold
That's support
Two lips kissing one last time
Don't start crying or he may finish dying
And that will leave the sort of trauma
To fill volumes with melodrama
He feels uplifted in his decision
Supporting him
Perusing infinity while being driven to the Ascension
Both of his eyes are RX'd
Supporting him, supporting him
And it's all smiles for his success
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10. |
Golden Blood
01:38
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You come to me
And you are my little one
And you are my little girl
And you will be on my side
You will be on my side
And you will be gone
You
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11. |
Trender
02:23
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I see it on the news every night
Made up news coming over the wire
The digital wire - it's almost holographic
Yet lithium batteries still expire
And nothing feels real anymore
And nothing was ever real before
Nothing, nothing
Nothing was ever real before
As hysteria ruled the Dark Ages
Entitlement fills our modern pages
I go to the left, and I feel like nothing
I go to the right, and I fit in
And nothing seems real anymore
And nothing seems genuine all the more
Nothing, nothing
Nothing seems genuine all the more
And you've found the end of the mission
Is dying on television
They say to be realistic
Look at the ballistics
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12. |
Mudita Starter Pack
08:16
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I fear to say the name of spirits
Because I may evoke
I fear to consume the spirits
Because I may provoke
So put up the yard sail and let our home float away
Maybe we can set up shop on a single square of sidewalk
And we'll have ventilation for heated arguments
And icy words to keep us cool in the summer
I fear to be a cancer to society
But that's my sign, oh the irony
Etched out and stretched out on a waterboard
I'll show you my excitement with my long hard sword
And so it became apparent, that is, my roman holiday
Schadenfreude it may be, epicaricacy
Because all were lacking when it came to the
Applications of meditative Mudita
Fuck
Fuck, fuck yeah
Suck, fuck
Titty fuck, fuck yeah
Fuck
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13. |
New Arrivals In Jazz
01:35
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Under your hand-knitted linens
I found your new arrivals in jazz
I listened to the one you recommended
It did nothing to change my life
Thanks for nothing, seriously
I tried to decipher why you're pretending you like this
You never play it in your car
You never play it on vinyl
You only play it on vinyl when others are around
You only tell people about it when you get new arrivals in jazz
or art rock, or contemporary experimental sludge pop
Miles Davis, Ornette Coleman, very good!
You know names! Unlike anything about life
If slamming all this smack into me at once
Meant that I'd never have to hear any of your recommendations again
I'd shoot myself with a heroin bullet
While your Big Band swing sound is in contrast to the gunshot
Jazz hands, jazz hands, got blood on my jazz hands
Got jizz on my blood hands
My jizz on my blood hands
Jazz hands, jazz hands
Fuck your jazz
Fuck your recommendations
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14. |
Sighting
02:22
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This is a mask, permanent
Condensation growing, plastic scent
Don't take it off, it'll take your face
Without that mask, it's all out of place
Don't wanna see no expose
Of some dysfunction that fits my needs
We don't wanna see no faces today
Eyes are sharp, makes me bleed
The gift of sight
Thank you god for these eyes
The gift of sight
Damn you god for these eyes
This is a task, neurotic as it may seem
Delusions evolving, take a bullet for the team
I'd rather be inside my head, thinking of the future dread
Then carry on this dead end dream
The gift of sight
Damn you god for these eyes
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15. |
Repertoire
01:32
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On with a monolith
How did all this start?
Pushed aside by buoyant pride
It's a task to stay alive
A mother of nature
A father of decay
The future lies
Rolling blackouts
Keeping your words at bay
Forgotten in the coded sky
Laughing at geometry
This slant makes me tall
No real structures to hide behind
Is this the center yet?
A mother of nature
A father of decay
Is this the center yet?
Laughing at geometry
Is this is the center yet?
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16. |
This Is Happening
00:43
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Shuffle
Movement
The light
Happening
Latex hands
What is latex?
What are hands?
Pulling
God keep me here!
Don't bring me out of here!
God please!
What is god?
What is please?
What is what?
What is what?
This is happening
This is happening
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What if Jesus had been born a preemie?
Wouldn't weigh much heavier than a locket
Look at me, I'm carrying God in my pocket
What if Jesus had been born a preemie?
He would've been placed in something much stranger
Than an old traditional manger
What if Jesus Christ had been born prematurely?
It wouldn't have changed a thing
All the geriatrics in church would still sing
To a matchbox-sized nativity scene
What if JC had been born a lil' preemie?
Born too soon, still makes the world swoon
To have swaddled him in adoration
Could've stolen away my salvation
What if Jesus had been born, you know, a little guy?
Coming down to this world, like a little pebble in the sky
Divine Conception is nothing but a pinch
When the holiest of holies is not much longer than an inch
What if Jesus had been born a preemie?
What could Jesus do?
What would Jesus do?
Instead of WW3 I like WWJD
Nothing would have changed, it wouldn't have changed a thing
And would the Mother Mary
Sing to her little canary?
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18. |
Casanova Watched
02:55
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Robert only wanted a heavenly reward
Slashing Louis XV was the only price he could afford
But as the harlots fed Casanova grapes and stroked his semi-hard member
He couldn't help but feel compassion, as Robert was dismembered
Casanova watched
Plugging his ears, blocking his mind
He watched
But only for a time
The king and queen seemed unmoved
As four strong horses tried to quarter in groove
Poor Robert's bones proved too sturdy
So they chopped up the tendons like prepping a turkey
Casanova watched
Being swallowed, thrusting his hips
He watched
Life is so rich
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19. |
Failure To Yield
02:20
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I was concentrated on the lines
Supposing everything would be just fine
Then sounds of metal drown out the screams
Please god tell me this is all just a violent dream
A rolling head bounds along in a field
What we have here, is a failure to yield
And I'd like to say I'm sorry to your mother
Because of your life, she'd say, I have robbed her
Forgiveness is such a blanket term
Forgiveness is such a hollow word
I'll be forgiven when I burn
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20. |
Nostalgia
05:04
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There's that certain way
The evening light shines through the trees
It makes me realize this was all meant to be
It takes me back, the mind remembers
All encompassing, it makes me realize
Life is a cruel dream
It takes me back
There's that certain way the light hits the leaves
It makes me remember, it makes me want to repeat
It takes me back
Solid emotions running through the veins
It feels like something, feels like rain
Feels like nothing that can be named
Leaves shoved deep inside my brain
It makes me realize, all encompassing
Makes me realize, this is all a cruel dream
It takes me back, makes me realize
Takes me back, all encompassing
That certain way the light hits
Takes me back
It feels like something, feels like rain
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21. |
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(instrumental)
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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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