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Red Herring
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Full Circle
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Step Beyond
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Dream On
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Smoking Gun
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Tiziano Vecellio
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Dilation
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Pontificate
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Overcast
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Fine Wine
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- released 15 August 2010
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- Track Name: Full Circle
- No lyrics on this one, but ya can make some up in your head if ya want... la, la, la...
- Track Name: Step Beyond
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Have you ever
witnessed an act of faith
Seen the sun
Felt alive
Wasted your time
Felt alone
Attempted living
Have you ever thought about it
Wondered why you were put here in the first place
I have reposed with angels
Cursed the insides of saints
Dwelt in temples of innocence
Been revived by purity
Suffered the hand of immorality
And felt the wrath of morality
I have loved precious gems
And seen acts of cowardice
I have been awake for an eternity
And rested just recently
So do not tell me that i am not good enough
Do not feed and clothe me
Then throw me to the vultures
Do not judge me or place me
In one of your statistical categories
Just let me lie here and listen to the orchestra
That so often performs in my head
Just let me write my words & sing my songs
That is where I belong
With the way in which I have lived
I am sure that I understand and accept
The crucial importance of death
There is no way I can continue
Pretending that nothing is wrong
I have been here way too long for that paradox
there is no better way to express life than to live - Track Name: Dream On
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A madcap delinquent
With a saxophone
Drifts across city nights
With infantile eyes half-lit
By moon rays, while shades of stillness
Lie by the feet of his maddening waves
Shop-cart, sycophantic, trophy wives
Toss quarters towards the borders
They skip like hyper children
Chasing lizards under desert skies
Cool, these evenings we wear
On our shoulders, like furious sailors
Stomping around in vast parlors
Of tragic tidal waves
Lend me your senses
For one instance
Drift like an itinerant vagrant
On beaches of adoration
Where mass, mad, math-magicians
Can no longer alter chemistry
Where the only calculations
Are those penetrable thoughts
That jump from one instance to another
Then back again to greet the latter
Cringe in the caverns of sin
Where boasted politicians
Flail in the afternoon sun
Heads lifted like stuck pigs
Arrive, arise, and be borne again
Into a new ending
Dream on sucker
Dream on in your city of muse - Track Name: Smoking Gun
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When I spoke to you about passion
When I spoke to you about love
I spoke to you about a great deal of many things
That I now don't believe you know anything of
But that's okay because ya know…
Things like that are just relative
Or maybe, it's just that relativity itself is relative
Or it could be that maybe...
The actual idea of something being relative in…
Well, ya get what I mean…
Either way, I'd like to let you know
That I now know that I was wrong
You never really understood…
That's okay… I'm not even sure that I did
But it came upon me like some kind of wild wave, ya know
Just some distant uh... carnivorous, reality television station that's…
Pumping 300 channels of useless shit into my veins everyday
Just constant pushing, pushing, pushing buttons…
Just… I don't know what to say about it
I'll tell ya one thing...
It's all going down
But I don't really mind anymore ya know
Because I don't have anything to prove
I don't have anything that I need to do, or be, or say
I just am… what I am
And most days that's just the devil's advocate ya know…
I like to… I like to push…
I like to… I like to bend…
I like to mold, I like to feel…
Something inside of my soul
But don't mind me really
Because this could just be a phase
It might go away today - Track Name: Tiziano Vecellio
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Gaping lovers flock like rampant, rolling clouds
Along the horizon of warning
Sheer satellites of painstakingly, obvious secretions
Bless the shallow puddles of cold rain
Like holy water
Like pang
Like stomping
Romping
Flopping
Bopping
Children
Dancing
On its grave
You’d be proud of this depiction - Track Name: 35
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I’m not quite sure when it began
I only remember bits and pieces
Justin is in the hospital
Drug-induced Schizophrenia
He says that he only feels comfortable
When he is on stage
He is quite the performer
He wants me to sing for him
I tuned his guitar and we played for a while
I think that we should get Owen to do the artwork
He’s a genius
He smokes a lot of herb
But he is still a genius
I’m sure that we will go places together
I know a guy that can hook us up
We can transfer illegal aliens across the border
Make a lot of fast cash
It’ll be an adventure
Then we can record an album
After that...
I’m throwing my computer right through the window
Right along with the television
TV is evil man...
It burns the brain
It’s like having little plastic soldiers...
At war with one another
Right inside your head
They’re only programming you man
All those commercials and advertisements
It’s like an orgy, right...
We’re all together...
None of us are going anywhere
But none of us are climaxing either
It’s not right man
I have 35 reasons why...
I am not going to finish this conversation with you
35 - Track Name: Intermission...
- No lyrics in this one. It's an INTERMISSION, get it?
- Track Name: B@@BY Trap
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Flippant foot soldiers align the great divide
Hands mold pinnacle peaks on the equator
We daunt dawn with our fingertips
While we do our best to greet her
So final, these backwards glances
Like thunderous, mute, battalion horses
Shifting their feet to a drum
A brutal cannonade
Lazy days, like faint whispers
Develop in shadows of the drizzle
We succumb to the sour hour
That envelops our blue skies
Groveling, misanthropic ants
Align in unison to carry
The remains left behind
Under God’s radiant sun
Diluted, pestilent philanthropists detach wires
That connect the interior to the exterior
The pages that line the books
The codes that break the codes
But we are left here
And we are silent - Track Name: Empty
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This is my empty canvas
My stained mural of madness
I've found that my cynicism has been far too lenient
My compassion too deep.
You were like a spectral magician
Whose magic has vacated the premises
Leaving me alone to...
Hope for hope in this cruel world
My numb hands flail in comparison
To the constant numbness
I have come to know recently
I find that my sadness has no bounds
In my mind... you killed him
In my mind... you were a human hurricane
Whose wicked winds murdered him
If in fact...
My thoughts alone could lend mercy
To your faithless nerves and putrid destiny
I would cease to think
If it were my words...
That could enlighten your grief
And ease your burdened guilt
I would cease to speak
I would stare at my uselessness
And I would smile once again - Track Name: Dilation
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Your outstretched arms
Reach for remoteness
For glimmers
Of disenchanting means
We follow behind softened screams
Like cobras, scurrying along African scenes
Prairies of mingling stars
Lie there between
False built bridges
Infuriating prisons
Twisted demographics
Sad dispositions
Your eyes, like flies
Drift upon states
That are hardly recognizable
Desperately distinguishable
I alone cannot lend you an ear
I cannot lend you an eye
I cannot penetrate the dark forces
That cause your secluded cries
That leave the unborn with faulty breath
That devastate the mind
That’s why I need you
To help dilate
Here on this great plateau
That’s beseeched by such evil
And taken by such throes
Here in this hour
Our minds crave great things
But there are only simple offerings
The force by which we live
And that in which we’ll die
Ask only now
That we allow
Others those rights - Track Name: Pontificate
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I met you in a cool manner
Dreams fell from your hair like liquid radiation
I thought of you...
As minutes put shades on the face of time
There were no relevant dictators during the war
And we all presumed you'd do rather well
Now, as uncertainty permeates
In the laws of the righteous
I wonder about the madness you spoke of
I used to have the most vivacious imagination
The lingua of a disorderly convict
A mutinous pirate
Lost in some third world chamber of secrecy
Villainous, how time treats us poets
Blasphemous...
How others adorn my words
But refuse to wear them...
In their tidy rooms of poetics
How easy it would be
To add your formulae to my wretchedness
How tempting it becomes to spit on you
With a linguistic cannonade of words
To drown you in the sins of Gomorrah
If silence truly forgave its admirers
I could lose you in Solferino
And rest beautifully until morning
The broken man said to the cockroach
"There's only enough room left for one of us. You win." - Track Name: Overcast
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I’ve deleted and drained the sad eyes of the travelers
Left them with their sinister monkeys to lead the way
To develop, mold, and break the frontier
To lay waste to pestiferous fame
These days have left me with novelties
That words alone, cannot explain
Hoarding thoughts that wither here
Sharply overcast the days
Fearsome words hinder battered swords
Time detests waiting overlords
Strange occurrences
Overcome the mind
When it is empty - Track Name: Fine Wine
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If I told you of the sweet entrances
The catastrophic caverns
Would I be held accountable
Would I be sent away
The moods overcome me at times
Like rampant children that want to play
Withering in the heated sun
Drifting casually into day
Wasted like a recluse
With an eye for dismal nous
Forgotten like an indentured servant
Whose servitude is a house
There are no longer clear skies
Blues have mixed with somber tunes
Creating and transforming
A world we thought we knew
While you weep for some children
There’s a million more to cry for
So lower your head, and let your tears
Overcome you like waves upon the shores
I’ve seen what we are made of
I’ve seen what we’ve become
I’ve lost hope in mankind
But have hope in being human
Your grays no longer appease me
Your skin no longer enchants
While you were busy building tombs
I was busy learning dance
My hands seem to always burn
My mind, it follows along
If you truly knew the motions
You’d understand the songs
That great divide that separates us all
That narrows our tiny vision
Like entities crying out
Waiting for their turn into heaven
We no longer have martyrs made of clay
No, they seem made of flesh these days
I can’t help but feel the country I love
Has lost a little something along the way
But I adore the ideas
And I long for what it meant
When we knew what we were fighting for
And it all seemed to make sense
There were no entrepreneurs of calculative corporations
No forms to fill out and minimal declarations
If I had one moment left to stave off the dying breed
I’d holler out to those that know what freedom truly means
I’d run past the markets
Past the fast food slaughter wards
Past the bad food, the bad energy
The people selling goods
The fighting never ceases
The lawyers still insist
The poor have to sacrifice
To help maintain the rich
Aristocratic politicians
Starve the workingman
Who hauls away his garbage
And hates to waste the land
Chemicals are buried
Entered into dirt
Oceans scavenged
For all that they are worth
I sit with a stillness that clenches my skin
Waiting, learning, and remembering
I found you in a moment
But that moment is now gone
I used to cry for you
I used to want to want you
I used to hear the shoreline
Moving right along beside you
These tiny raindrops now fill me with fear
I tend to dread the time we have left here
I used to find solace in your heart, and in your mind
Now it clamors to the findings of another time
Sad sea eyes, such sad, still skies
Dreaming definitively through kaleidoscope minds
The future is limited
The moment is now
All hail the residual kings
Who impress fondly their maddening queens
Filling stadiums with peasant wages
To watch death grasp all sorts of ages
You sit comfortably in your carnivorous skin
Your ape-like manner still gleaming from your plastic skin
Millions are fading into malnourished graves
But we dine with fine wine
We dine with fine wine
