1. |
Translational Frames
05:08
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Climbed atop the tiny hill
Sitting in the shadow of the mountain
Now groaning slowly dying
Halfway made of stone
That’s the key
Had one chance to set the boundary
Became the ghost
Appeared on toast
L-O-S
Tea helps climb those steep walls
And when you hit them beans
You’ll grind them all
[Get the fuck out now]
Oh the roads and wondering how far they go
So sorry but I’m not home now
Livin’ in a groove in a grove
Since I dove
Along the sea
Salt in synchronicity
Pendulum swingin’ out and seekin’ a healthy fruitin’ tree
I lost a peel
My orangery
Re-seasoned to my taste
[Just an egg
Get to the hatch
Gotta make me up another batch]
Ants swarm on my base
[Get the fuck out now]
Lost
Box of cracker jacks of all trades
Am I wasting thyme now
To stay
Less than al dente
Rot, when you tell me
Look you just got to stay
Neglecting produce expired on display
Bad one in a bunch
No lunch!
No whey!
That plants the seed for the translational frame
Thought it was ready to serve
Still way down there on that curve
Facing in dread the new step
Turns out the god damned bacon bread was only the fucking prep!
I done had to translate my ass
Just had to get me mise en place
It done sucked choking on chocolate rain
No marrow left in the bone
Just face it
I was never even home
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2. |
Eigenvalue
05:14
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Down in hell
Did this to your own self
Missed the call
And fucking wasted it all
Got no friends, no wealth
Sold soul
Couldn’t accept your role
Bound to die
Trapped on no one’s side
Wanna be best but who you tryin’ to impress
And if you only fear this
You’ll not be peerless
Follow your
Dreams killed quickly as they’re born
Wait, no
Glorious life postponed
I see
What you fucking did there
I played
Comfort is a lie to you we’ll say
Things are getting better every day
Can’t lose if you don’t play
Shame
No other fucked up
What will people think?
Dilettante
What you get ain’t gonna be what you want
Sit back and pass on every opportunity
No golden chance for me
Things just ain’t right right now
I’ve got to let ‘em go
No golden chance I know
I see
You’ll bleed
Steepening climb
Destined to fall
Median after all
This zero sum is not a game
I’m played
Normal pain
Emotion comes too late
Nails, on chalkboard
It’s a keyword
That G-word
No applause
Thus, no cause
Shrinking eigenvalue now
Never tested
Now I can’t grow
Not in those who know
Waiting for it
Entitled to instant success
Fuck this fucking shit
I sit and watch as an old man that I’ve become
My paths reduced to none
It’s all been a waste
I sat alone and slighted opportunity
This golden chance for me
It never was there
I should have seen the cliff this path was leadin’ to
This golden chance I blew
Owwwwwwww
No other fucked up
What will people say?
Impostor
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3. |
Cliff Walker
05:10
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Walk into this dirty cave
[Hey there pal how are ya]
No idea how to behave
Hey ‘bout that moon
Me confused
Let us relate
‘Bout our post-cretaceous state
Smilodon caught my tongue
Rubble rabble rumbles
You ain’t gonna make no young
Ooo slightly blue
Haven’t been chased by a lion for a day or two
Sip on something new
This fluid makes ya super cool it’s true
No son
If you can’t decode how to be fun
You’ll be no one
We survived ‘til Friday night
It’s the end of the week [the weak?]
Spent the whole thing cold and rolling stones
Doin’ caveman things
Bouncin’ ‘round some burnin’ thing
To get along
Periodically
That matchin’ motion
Sticks on skin and magic potion
Like tomorrow won’t be
With the weight of the world
Coming down
We’re growin’ up
Absolutely freaked
Complete expressive bits
It’s not so tough
Acting out our biggest fear
Up there on stage
Syncin’ up our feels
Disguised and slime
They sell the sighs
Say sign here take over the world
It’s destiny
Let’s get real
Snakes old take hold
Make all fake gold
Whiner…
Schweinefleisch
Get down
Get down
Don’t be so damn strange yeah
Just dance
You’ve been enhanced
Don’t need no plan
It’s in the can
Gotta show your symmetry
Walk and talk like you are the man
See a shakin’ ass
What to do?
Y’all came prepared
You just scared
Make that mistake say you’re kiddin’ though
Snazzy dudes, snazzy dudes
Snazzy dudes live in a can
Snazzy dudes live in a can now fuck yeah
Fantasy in prehistory
Just hang a while and you will see
It’s me
Stuck awkwardly
Full three STDs from the mean
No moves
Ain’t smooth
Make sounds
How ‘bout a groove
Got to prove
That I got a role
That I got a soul
Check it
Check it
Check
Hey
Check it out now
All on their feet
Hypnotized by the beat
It’s the sounds
Cast the spell
And you’d think that it’s cheatin’
Wow an excuse
Not to train this caboose
These emos
Sewn to ears
Signal takes on
Some strange control
There’s plenty deep enough to find
Stop your whining damn fool
It’s out there
Think you’re too cool
Waking dead on Sunday morn
It’s wasted time again
Have to admit that for the slick tricks I ain’t fit
I cannot pretend
Got into a funked up place out there alone
Total should been tea
When art and stuff ain’t quite enough
Desperation becomes decoration
[shunned] by the tribe but it’s fine
That’s the deal
Invent the wheel
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4. |
Exclusive Orangery
07:40
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Please stand
Heavenly father, creator and confirmer of all the facts
Deliver us from the scrolls of false witness
[And sloppy guitar solos]
And grant us unity
Honestly it wouldn’t be such a problem
If the other guys weren’t so god damned brainwashed
It’s like all they do is argue their emotions
Perhaps you can just smite them
Better yet give us permission and we’ll take care of it
O holy mighty one, grant us your infinite mercy
We ask this in fights our lord
Amen
Let us pray
That everyone
Not like us will die
You see we’ve solved
The Mysterious Things
[The Mysterious Things is a registered trademark of PPM incorporated]
[all rights reserved]
We’re better on this side
Veracity
Fenced off locally
We must take steps
To save our souls
From an inflating size of we
Got no uncertainty
They are the enemy
We’re to save our world
Hold tight don’t let it slip
Breed loyally
Pardoned of the sin
We must preserve
Our pure neighborhood
This evil’s leaking in
Got no uncertainty
They are the enemy
We’re to save our world
Hold tight don’t let it slip
With this identity
Bundle up all beliefs
Weakness hides in shades
No strength from being gray
Please be seated
[Take your seat you little shit]
O almighty and never present lord of common sense
You gave us wisdom so only we can see the truth
There’s no need for a world beyond the fence
Mmm you’re down in Hell bitch
Bet you wish you weren’t such a six-fold symmetric feathery ice crystal
Down here
Heh
Don’t need to be right
As long as we stand
Tall, strong, sure
They will lose the fight
Know why yous got sent down to Hell
Think about it
Your lack of participation
In our family of validation
No dedication
No loyalty to your nation
Took millions of years
To figure out how to identify and exclude harmful individuals from groups
You think we could just ditch this evolutionary baggage
It’s not baggage
It’s luggage
[I loved thee]
Callout
[As long as you continued to reflect me]
No need to be right
As long as we stand
Tall, strong, pure
They deserve their plight
[Down in hell again]
[Burn baby burn]
[Speak about the evil when we see them]
Fallout
[Peace]
[You know we can win gimme money]
There is no right
Just messaging
Good!
Praised be mighty individualists
Dominating all
Must be brave
Pronounce our holy days
Our kind shall never fall
[We’re the only ones left with balls]
From this little bubble
We can’t see the rubble
One small price to pay
Still no uncertainty
Still need an enemy
We’re to save our world
Hold tight don’t let it slip
With this identity
Bundle up all beliefs
Weakness hides in shades
No strength from being gray
If with them you’re running
Your shit isn’t funny
Show the team you’re made
Of virtuous DNA
We the better species
They can rest in pieces
See the truth the way
Just us will be okay
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5. |
Singleton
04:17
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If only I could get this stupid song done
Finally, would be happy
Uh
Function with its own rate of change
Yeah!
Or complex imaginary
I’ve slid down
That slippery slope be-four
Five-got to kiss
I will not fail until I fail the next time
And it’s coming back to
This cliché ‘bout quantity of fish in the sea
Got me
No arm floaties
Ow hey
That old rod bent off awkwardly
But!
It’s baited masterfully
And the memories assaulting sleep
And dreams
The cringe in heaps
Stacked on my Zs
They’re terrifying me
Eternally
I always thought that I would miss you
But now it’s in a different way
Count down the times I would not try
To fall on my face
And now it’s coming back to you
I see you like your fucking punk songs
I’d sit and play them all day long
Then lay all night
On a pull-out couch
Sad like a miniature ice cube tray
I’d say anything to make you feel
No use ‘round pretty girls
Now I’m down on my knees
Like a nut that fell from a tree
A fallen seed
No most won’t succeed
Bumblin’ all the way
Left that sheltered path where some say
Let’s get married
[Whoa hold on now baby]
[You want to know my password?]
[I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment]
[Perhaps I can interest you in a guitar solo instead]
[Oh yeah, just wait until you hear this next part]
Obsession’s got you hamstrung
Treadmill hedonic
Forget the ‘s’ that’s in the front
Oh I’m creepin’ up on ya
I’m creepin’
I see you like your fucking prog songs
I’d sit and play them all night long
Then lay all day next to Lentil Soup
One evil dragon that I can’t slay
My curse of nothing good to say
I simply shouldn’t care
Be a part of the weird
Undeclare any air of self
Awareness it ain’t fair
This Pinkerton pop pulled pork parade
Struggling all the way
It must be your last time in love
So get married
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6. |
Slundge (The Collective)
07:37
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Continuum
No trace where it started from
All in one
Seeks to be discrete though
We’re all caught in the flow
Dread to be a domestique
Fall down the cascade
Hierarchically afraid
Streamlines
Don’t mind
Try to control
One’s role
Can’t see heaven with perfect soul
Spokes pull different ways but still the wheel rolls
Cries stowed
Whispering inside a tornado
Blown to pieces by the wind
Dissipated all within
I’m waiting for rain
To escape
Entrain me
Continuum
Didn’t even talk to ‘em
Seem to walk randomly
The patterns could they be math
Not a free path
Feel bad for acting kind of mean
Up down left right over the background show
Perturbations grow
Disparate rarefied
But yeah we’re bound to move together
To glean clues
From obscene views
To infinitely shear
We can’t all steer
Row row… row
Die slow
Whispering inside some things to know
Blown to pieces by the wind
Dissipated all within
I’m fucking on TV
Fucking those who fucked with me
Should be lifting like a wing
Not dragging hating everything
I’m waiting for rain
To escape
Entrain me
OWWWWWWW
OOOOHHHH
HEEEEAVE
HOOOOOOO
Sum villains and heroes
Balance momentum so below
Tides grow
Whispering to those above chapeau
Lay low
Feel the pressure say which way to go
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7. |
Rockwell C
04:39
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Ow, got put under extreme heat
Evaporating tears of defeat
Could not get up so got down
Sounds
Melt the crown
Who's the clown now?
Suffered in rain
and high tailed it out of town
Sure hurts to be burned
But gently quenched and tempered
Incidentally centered
Time must not misspend it
Gotta go hard if you wanna be hard
Some day this life is going to end
No, it's not a fucking game now
Nothing to a name
Can't stop the train
It's rockin' well and rolls good
Sparse neighborhood
Think you misunderstood
Put in a place to do damage as it should
Basically slime
Mold a mountain from molecule
Time to scarify
Permanence lie
I say don't need to be hard if you wanna go hard
Stop taking oneself
Seriously
C
Devastated daily
Need to be free
You're free now
Rockwell
Rockwell
Round and round
It coils and then it rebounds
In time
Reacts to everything
Cut the line
And wait to hear feedback from the grave
Think of the kind of road
You would like to pave
C
Motivated rightly
Disregarding signals
Fixed on setpoint yeah
All scrap anyway
Over thinking
You're all scrap anyway
Could be one hard son of a bitch
Now all scrap anyway
Yeah yeah
All scrap anyway
Could be one hard son of a bitch
Now all scrap anyway
Over thinking
You're all scrap anyway
Could be one hard son of a bitch
Now all scrap anyway yeah
[Fuck this shit up]
You'll be lonely
On the Rockwell C
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8. |
Reseasoned (The Cyclic)
06:35
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Destination
Oscillation
Stuck spinning on the wheels
When did this get real
Formation
Impersonation
Kept circling the field
Now slow travel revealed
Kept falling back each step when up again
Time is not some medicine
Felt like the same roads
It was a cycle there
Obscures and hides slow trends
Recurring strife mechanical ends
Heal
Alternating hardened and annealed
Undulations
Constellations
Stuck spinning in the sky
One day they will die
Rotation
Congratulation
Not moving quite the same
Translate to a new frame
Fooled to think this song's parts repeat endlessly
Nothing has eternity
Felt like the same roads
It was a cycle there
Obscures and hides slow trends
Recurring strife mechanical ends
Doom
Easily forgotten in an afternoon
Soon
Another to be left unnoticed waiting in a giant room
Waiting in a giant room
Bounce along a kind of chaotic path
Highs and lows damp out as we grow old
We count all the days we passed the star
Making believe we'll have another turn
So many chances left to learn
Bob up and down now
Joe side to side
Destined to likely be
Another unknown cyclic escapee
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