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Glitch Ritual
03:43
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small-town stars
that burn so bright and blue
when the autumn ruled the night
we were so alive
like in 1992
but in this moment I
can't bring myself to watch
it all pass by
electric scars
string up your mouth and sing
into an empty void
that never echoes back
it leaves you down and paranoid
swim past where you can touch
and I'll join you at your side
we'll tread for exercise
isn't it so funny that the ones we love leave pieces?
little bits of bone and nail and teeth
in the ruins of our mind
that we excavate in time
and anchor to the earth the crimes we left behind
so what I'm gonna do is
take these former dreams and hopes and loves
that cling to me
strap them to a raft and cast them off for
a burial at sea
sew 'em up in sailcloth and salute
'cause where we're going, we don't need no roads
and we don't need a place to hide.
by sunrise
the raft will wash ashore
strewn out across the beach
regret will come for you
like a mob at your front door
but in this moment now
we can turn to see the sun
maybe learn to have some fun
today I dug the bodies up
of old hopes and dreams
I sank their memories
to the depths of the sea
looked toward the sun
gathered the sand in my toes
and roamed the beach
'cause where we're going
we don't need the roads
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2. |
Silk Stalkings
04:33
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somethin' here
has gone to great lengths just to plan my fall
one more night in this room
and
I might just scratch the paint right off these walls
but hold the phone, I
think I hear footsteps creeping down the stairs
(and through these walls, I hear them whisperin')
plots of sin and mayhem
and murder-most-foul resounding in my ears
(I can't escape, I think I'm sinkin' in)
by now I hope you've figured it out
before my secret gets out
that I'm not giving in, not going down
I know you're eager to hear
about my biggest fears
you know I turn it up then burn it down
these hounds at my heels have reckoned that they caught
a fox up a tree with all his teeth gone
day 16:
still can't get the bloodstains off my hands and clothes
(I scream out loud, I hear them whimperin')
when I shut my eyes
I see their faces, panicked
like I Am Legend here among my foes
it's not like these fiends had given us a choice
so don't be afraid to use your nails, boys
a pox on the house of him who bears the claws
all you foxes up trees
with all your teeth gone
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3. |
New Transmission
04:37
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you've investigated varied mindsets
lived through black-hole eternities
you've escaped destruction
from the clutches of your stilted reality
are you at fault for searching
when you know there's more than meets the eye?
every morning we push our boulders
up the mountains of our uncertainty
just to buy some time for our own
manufactured sense of tranquility
are you at fault for dreaming
anticipating sweet relief?
(if you wanna make it outta Xanadu
you'd better do everything that I do
if you wanna make it outta Xanadu
you'd better do everything I tell you)
stop!
system abort
act fast, just cut the cord
broadcast live for a new transmission
stop!
the signal is go
stay tuned, it's all part of the show
this ain't no natural distraction
start shedding your skin
we must relearn to begin
(if you wanna enter into Avalon
you'd better get to fighting 'fore the feeling's gone
if you wanna make it into Avalon
leave a flower on the grave of Algernon)
as you put the pieces back together
forming some kind of unity
you begin to picture all the memories
from your past life's deformities
are you at fault for falling
anticipating
contemplating bittersweet?
(if you wanna make it outta hypersleep
pitch your tent at the feet of Socrates
if you wanna make it outta hypersleep
you'd better pray
pray the Lord your soul to keep)
stop!
system abort
act fast, just cut the cord
broadcast live for a new transmission
stop!
the signal is go
stay tuned, it's all part of the show
this ain't no natural distraction
stop!
reset, press play
backtrack, but not the same way
we've got to trust one another
stop!
let us be clear
we all forgot how to steer
been misled by all our blind ambitions
start shedding your skin
we must relearn to begin
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4. |
Complete With Manual
03:31
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don't scorn me, sigourney
don't pout at me, girl
when i'm staring at the silver screen
just know you're still my world
if i make you feel distant
if i make you feel small
if i'm running out of things to say
please know it's not your fault
we'll make it through somehow
our time is running out
can we go back to the way
the way we used to be?
some days i'd take a quiet night over a life with you
a cardboard pirate sword and posters in my room
oh, i'm not that bad, you see
i only wanted fantasy
but when i try to explain
all you ever get is mad at me
don't you get mad at me
don't scorn me, sigourney
there's nothing to fight about
if you catch me on my phone sometimes
it's not 'cause i want out
i wish you could fix me i wish you could frame me i wish you could hang me around your neck frozen in time like you and jonesy in the cryo tube at the end of alien 1 when you fled the nostromo after you saw the xenomorph on deck
so help me, i still dream of different lives and distant lands
a wigwam in suriname and gospel in my hand
oh, i'm not that bad, you see
i just wanted make believe
but when i try to explain
the only thing you get is mad at me
lately i've been sleeping with your books under my bed
trying to find the balance between waking life instead
but it's overdone
it's overblown
the scenery is overgrown
it's threatening to take over my head
don't you see this space i'm in?
can't you hear me screamin'?
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don't scorn me, sigourney
don't pout at me, girl
when i'm staring at the silver screen
just know you're still my world
if i make you feel distant
if i make you feel small
if i'm running out of things to say
please know it's not your fault
we'll make it through somehow
our time is running out
can we go back to the way
the way we used to be?
some days i'd take a quiet night over a life with you
a cardboard pirate sword and posters in my room
oh, i'm not that bad, you see
i only wanted fantasy
but when i try to explain
all you ever get is mad at me
don't you get mad at me
don't scorn me, sigourney
there's nothing to fight about
if you catch me on my phone sometimes
it's not 'cause i want out
i wish you could fix me i wish you could frame me i wish you could hang me around your neck frozen in time like you and jonesy in the cryo tube at the end of alien 1 when you fled the nostromo after you saw the xenomorph on deck
so help me, i still dream of different lives and distant lands
a wigwam in suriname and gospel in my hand
oh, i'm not that bad, you see
i just wanted make believe
but when i try to explain
the only thing you get is mad at me
lately i've been sleeping with your books under my bed
trying to find the balance between waking life instead
but it's overdone
it's overblown
the scenery is overgrown
it's threatening to take over my head
don't you see this space i'm in?
can't you hear me screamin'?
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