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Motel
04:55
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I can rage at the dying light in a motel by the freeway
I can drive in the dark all right but I don't really find my way
Alone, alone, alone
The light's never there inside
There's a fire that will breathe there instead
I believe it will burn 'til I burn myself out
I frame in a movie that's stuck mid-dissolve
A chord in a series that will never resolve
I can read by the candlelight in a house at the end of time
Thinning breath into emptiness in the terrible gold sunrise
I know, I know, I know
The light in your fading eyes
There's a voice in the beat of the rain
And it told me I never will leave here again
Now time is consuming the grain of your face
It's hard to recall how I felt in those days
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A Tune of Sad Proportion
04:22
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And when I get my hands on your there’s
Many things that I will do and
Theories I will test for truth
And many questions
Like why do I see you everywhere your
Eyes alive with cold despair and
How do you vanish in thin air
You apparition
In nights alone with impure thoughts and
Gently keening ghosts of loss you’re
Beating like a death’s head moth
Against my window
Why you hide your face away and
Stare across the gaps of days and
Echo out in cold iron space
And do know
That love builds like a fire in the basement
I hang across love’s ragged edge
Love hangs like a spider in the corner
Not long descending
And the feeling in the melody is
Stronger now than you or me and it
Makes a world beyond anything
I’d wish to live in
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They have pictures they make you look at, words they make you read
I don’t know if I trust my own feelings anymore
They have horrors they make you shrink from, visions they make you dream
I can’t say if I trust my impressions anymore
They have judgments they make you render, mobs they make you join
I don’t know if I trust my opinions anymore
They have prizes they make you long for, lust they make you feel
I don’t know if I trust my desires anymore
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Look Out for the Bull
05:15
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The high gleams and flickers and fades away
The line just gets thinner between night and day
Bleaching in the darkness, we lie alone
With all the love we ever will have or know
They were good and they weren't many and now they're gone
But I will keep trudging politely on
Until they well and truly are left behind
Nostalgia is the ruin of weaker minds
Slip into the forest, spit into your hand
Release on dessicated soil all the love you've ever had
Awake in shaking ruin to a neon summer haze
Your morning beer should never remind you of yesterday
When your sickness was a transcendental joy
And the path of excess surely led straight to wisdom's door
Peel back the lies of middle age and there is nothing underneath
They will clean the room where you are found until there's nothing left to see
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And in the colder morning light
I can shuffle off an old dream
People slip away and die
In the shadow of the close thing
But in the unrelieving night
I can't release the stagnant river
Years of bleak and mean delights
Leave the better self to wither
And I wait there in the grip of the old salvation lie
That you can dream yourself to virtue if you believe that you are good
Yeah I wait there in the grip of the old salvation lie
That you can dream yourself to virtue if you believe that you are good
I will boil in the glow
When the memory's uncovered
And ache for nights that long ago
Slipped the mind of drunken lovers
Writhing in their maddening life
I dream of times I didn't want them
And how the meanest thing sometimes
To do to someone is to love them
And I wait there in the grip of the old salvation lie
That you can dream yourself to virtue if you believe that you are good
Yeah I wait there in the grip of the old salvation lie
That you can dream yourself to virtue if you believe that you are good
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The Protocols of Hell
04:13
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We both walked down to the river
To see the fish there dying on the bank
And the lazy birds that would fly down
And just peck out an eye
Thrashing bodies acting
The culmination of their lives
And we both drove home in silent thought
My pregnant wife and I
I told that story in a hotel
to someone I would never love
In a mania of sharing
Brought on by the drugs
A thing I'd told many times
About pain and happiness
But I saw her eyes glaze over
And knew that it was meaningless
In a world where every human
Is someone else's nightmare
We all lead the most interesting
Lives that we can bear
And sex the most important thing
Most of us will ever have
If we're not born rich or talented
Or violent or brave
And I will be her ghost now
And she in turn is mine
We'll share a third between us
As we move into the night
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Visions of a Secret Home
04:20
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And if the fires are burning
Somewhere far away
I won't let it bring me down
I won't prefer misguided passion to wise indifference
For every age must believe it lives
Balanced on a great abyss
I lean into the breath of ocean
Chance the death of passing cars
We never see much more than where we are
And if this rotten magic has us in its rotten spell
We'll never know when the crisis hits
And never understand the end
Down across the plain a deathly wind is blowing
Wars and rumored wars
But I will carry on the slower self-destruction
Of my vices and my joys
This parade of hollow futures
Falls into the past
This parade of hollow futures
Falls into the past
This parade of hollow futures
Falls into the past
This parade of hollow futures
Falls into the past
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Ylayali
03:28
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The city heaves and hums like ground glass in the gizzard of a turkey
An airport devoid of men, from which only nightmares take off
White evening snow turns to morning sludge that burns the paws off the stray dogs
The stalkers are now equipped with lashes, lick the blood off liquid burn,
the signature of the dictator virgin - they will elevate the mantis to sapience
Fewer humans are allowed into the sector every day
A woman's head bobs in the fountain like the drowned Ophelia in a Raphaelite painting
A life extinguished like the fading of a distant star made of burning trash
In the future all violence will be sexual
I see people fuck in miserable rooms, stewards of a syphilitic emperor
Murdering bulldozers invade children's birthday parties
A cosmic cloud of slushed fetus floats in the rings of Saturn
Without you here to watch me I've become entirely too oblivious
A life that rushes in to fill the vacuum made by the demise of another life
The face that finished me was white, all white, and looking at my red insides
Somehow you've broken the bones of the earth
Without you here to watch me I've become someone I like too much
I mean, violence is okay, little kids hit each other all the time
In the future our bionic planet will fuck the universe
Desire will be limitless and satisfaction impossible
Pouring into nowhere in a gush of ruined time
the dragon’s red cloaca shits a stream of laughing fire
In the future our red bodies float and boil silently
As brains made of computer dream of a time when they could dream
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Where the sound goes creeping into your dreams
Where the light comes licking in sour streams
I'll wait down there
Wait down there
Feeling low enough to melt into the welcoming tile
Feeling cold enough to slide across the barren miles
I'll wait down there
Wait down there
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Electric Brain Electric Shadow Olympia, Washington
Electric Brain Electric Shadow marries the compositional sophistication of progressive rock with the textural richness of ambient music, the dynamics of post-rock, and the emotional vulnerability of alternative and post-punk. The resulting sound is complex yet accessible, attentive to details of sound and arrangement, and evocative of thoughtful melancholy. ... more
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