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Black Cats
04:30
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I've been going over black cats in my mind
I don't know if I can make it but I know I'll try
I put on my shoes, but I do not lie
You've been making me to choose but I don't want this life
You've been making me to suffer, but I don't know why
Come and waste time with...
Black cats scratching at the screen on my front porch
Turning the metal into cinders for this torch
Fires burning the city down to glass
Turning the atmosphere into an oxygen mask
I was in the other lane
I was going the other way
I was in the backyard waiting for my train
I didn't think that it was going to come anyway
I am a moral cripple whose actions react and ripple
Through time like vines crawling
High in the atmosphere it's where light is loud I can almost hear it
And now that we've finally found peace with the ground
I've been going over black cats in my mind
I've been dreaming of a dark dance behind my closed eyes
I put on my shoes, but I do not lie
I've been going over black cats, black cats in my mind...
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2. |
Psychoasis
04:42
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[Audio sample of a Hunter S. Thompson quote from his novel 'Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas', taken from Terry Gilliam's film adaptation of the novel and recited by Johnny Depp in his portrayal of H.S. Thompson: "We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”]
You've been wrong lyin' to your daughter
And I've been long, longing for a partner
But you don't know me half as well as you should
Well I've been gone just a little bit longer
With every time I get a little stronger
But you don't know me half as well as you should
We've been going over all the names
the same way we do it in the games in our heads
I'm dead
We're dead
Together we might feel alive
I've been strung out for forty hours
Wasting time cutting paper flowers
But you don't know me half as well as you should
Hearts gathered up and torn apart in two
Four then eight until it's through
I'm not done with you
I'm dyin' to hear the truth
Darts thrown into the face of your shadow
Poking holes through years of damage
I'm not done with you
I'm dyin' to hear the truth
I'll never be finished with this
I'm trying my best not to be missed
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3. |
Ferdinand Hodler
06:20
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Swirling and shattering
The heart of a century old woman
Staring at me, I'm frozen; I can't move
I was humbled by the paint
And I stumble before I faint
I was so captivated my soul was elevated
To a height I had never known until now
I don't ever want to come down
I want to stay here until I drown
In the brilliance of her
My head is so full of chemicals I'm losing myself in the wall
The dissolution of my thoughts into a stochastic syntactic fall
I am helpless as I merge and become the son
Of the Mother of whom I have no memory of
Some sort of history comes in between us
I don't want to hear about anything that we do
I was brought here by you
And I'll stay here until I find the Truth
My head is so full of chemicals I'm losing myself in the wall
The dissolution of my thoughts into a stochastic syntactic fall
Well, I am helpless as I merge and become the son
Of the Mother of whom I have no memory of
Home is a warm cave in the Dark
I lurk in a well for water to expel
The Devil inside my pocket
Made a bet with me and he lost it all
The Devil inside the socket
Electrocuted himself to Hell
My head is so full of chemicals I'm losing myself in the wall
The dissolution of my thoughts into a stochastic syntactic fall
I am helpless as I merge and become the Sun
Of the Mother of whom I have no memory of
The Devil inside my pocket
Made a bet with me and he lost it all
The Devil inside the socket
Electrocuted himself to Hell
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4. |
Hello, my Dark
04:23
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[Terrence McKenna audio sample: "...the psychedelic state, to transcend the belief in the inner world and the outer world as being somehow separate"]
Blood no longer flows through my veins
Everybody in my dreams are tryin' to kill me
Open up your lie
And talk with me tonight
Let's get inside
Inside...
I just might be down enough
On my luck to consider opening up
Old wounds
I just might be scared enough
Of my Dark to entrust my embarrassments
With you
My Shadow talks
And I'll listen to it
Desperado, Frenchman lyin' down on the couch I am walkin' by
An official by my side
There's a plot to have me killed under these hallway lights
A junkie kickin' his habit falls out of his habitat
My chance to grab at that gun
I shoot and run
The hit man hired to do me in is just behind....
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[Max Tegmark (theoretical physicist & mathematician) audio sampled from BBC Horizon: "I think our universe isn't just described by math, I think it 'is' math. I think our entire universe is a giant mathematical structure that we're apart of and that that's the reason why the more we study physics, the more mathematical regularities we keep discovering."]
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Slipping on the winter ice
I grabbed you by the hand
Gripping onto you we headed out
Into the night laid without a plan
Speed Queen skipping under Holy bridges
Wishing West coast wishes
Trying to escape the whole nightmare
Of the middle American path
But don't get stuck with me
In this cold and miserable old city
Playing noughts and crosses with our feet on the sidewalk
Three sheets to the wind
With our Yacht-bound heading on our ship unsteadily
Moving through backwater eddies
Speed Queen sailing under flags all flailing
She's thinking about somewhere else
With every intention to escape attention
She knows just where she's going
She wont get stuck with me
In this cold and miserable old city
Slipping on the winter ice
I grabbed you by the hand
Gripping onto you we headed out
Into the night laid without a plan
Speed Queen skipping under Holy bridges
Wishing West coast wishes
Trying to escape the whole nightmare
Of the middle American path
But don't get stuck with me
In this cold and miserable old city
But don't get stuck with me
In this cold and miserable old city
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Nobody's sleepin',
The countryside is littered with open eyes
The Devil on the moon dancin' like a fool
Lures all the flies to our rotted fruit
When the Gypsy Droves arrive
They'll steal our hearts to turn into motorbikes
And ride into the centre of your idyllic town
To make the Earth there now a nomad Heaven
Every afternoon a thousand children die
The Devil dancing on the moon still attracts the flies
If all I had to do was sin to prove that life's not boring
That pouring rain is glory
And that the last page in the book
Isn't the end of the story
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Animal Holograms Chicago, Illinois
Psych-rock sextet sometimes labeled a grungegaze "outfit?" making dream pop music for downtrodden scumbag droves sporting
mothball, over-sized flannel & fashionably expressive shredded, sewer-stained, denim heirlooms called "My fucking jeans, you fascist!". We're admittedly naive to the grunge/90's alt rock revival subculture apparently all the rage suddenly...
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