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Canned Air
01:26
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Great house, left turns
Intimate memory of sitting on a curb
Grilling up, grilling up, grilling up money
Some are left remanded and others get a quick release
(Quick release, quick release, quick release, quick release)
Eating at the supermarket
Submarines sinking my esteem
Breathing in canned air, secure asset property, sprawling mess
Nothing left for anyone but mе
Nothing left for anyone but me
Nothing lеft for anyone but me
Nothing left for anyone but me
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2. |
Growth Hacking
01:58
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Hunch, hard shake, hard shake
Change, hack rake, hack take
Your eyes tricked, your eyes tricked, your eyes
Bright when you're away
Hunch hard, shake hard, shake
Bitter aroma, sour smell
Growth hacking, hacking
Positive intermittent reinforcement
Change hack take, hack rake, hack take
We have a new model and the light's on in the car
Bright when you're asleep, bright when you're away
Hunch hard, shake hard
Bitter aroma, sour smell
Cease to witness growth hacked away
Cease to witness growth hacked away
Cease to witness growth hacked away
Cease to witness growth hacked away
And when I see the flag on the front of your car
My yard grows more barren with aluminum cans and plastic
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3. |
Dorks Tried
02:18
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This body wears its wares tough and gnarled
My arrow feature points to where I know I wish to be
I want my words to grow into their legs and walk away
Into a distant place but all I can do is borrow and restate
The green hue stilts my imagination
Phenomenon in a flash
Looking up into the sky just to see
Daylight billow like a curtain, under pressure
I want my words to grow into their legs and walk away
Greater dangers do stick to me
Sunlight through water molecules is magic
But they are not
As if they are casting reflections
Until I can't put my socks on any longer
This body wears its wares tough and gnarled
My arrow feature points to where I know I wish to be
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4. |
Fast Acting Gel
01:44
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Give someone
It's a blessing in disguise, a good thing that seems bad at first
Go on a
A dime a dozen, something common
Chip off the
Beat around the bush, avoid saying what you mean usually because it's uncomfortable
Speak of the devil
Better late than never, better to arrive late than not come at all
That's the last straw
Under the weather
Break a leg, good luck
A penny for your thoughts
Call it a day, stop working on something
A perfect storm
Cut somebody some slack, don't be so critical
Break the ice
Cutting corners, doing something poorly in order to save time or money
Do something
Easy does it, slow down
Getting out of hand, running out of control
Get your act together, work better or leave
Go back to the drawing board, start over
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5. |
Shine Sheen
01:47
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Speech reflex
Concentrate
Mind-body disconnect
Clock wasting is my primary preoccupation
Unseen rolled eye, this is how I must get by
Wait, speech reflex
This thin shine's dulling me
Sheen is not enough
Shine sheen
Thinning shine is slowly dulling me
Panic will dismantle all my sheen
Tip over a filing cabinet
Just to scatter all my regrets
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6. |
Bevy Slew
04:27
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On the surface of it was the waiting in the field
With the sash and serving, was it giving or deceive?
Don't get caught
Act of play
In submersion
With the clawing wind
In the session of the giving
In the session of it
In the self-indulging cardinal
In the waiting of the growing fields
I could know where the silas grows
Still it seems locked in sprawling stain
Slide back into the bevy slew
Gnash the bones to wring the stone for all it's got
Crawl lightly to a single spot
Focus small to find the call resolved in you
On the surface of it was the waiting in thе field
With the slash and serving, is it giving or dеceive?
What do you perceive?
In the session of the giving
In the session of
In the self-indulging cardinal
In the waiting of the growing fields, growing fields
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Turn my head into a blob
Enter Gemini moods
Grind the hours hopelessly awaiting for another similar day
It's a visual violence
With white knuckles, we cover our heads
Churn my silhouette inside
Outward-facing vital
Organizing thoughtlessly, enduring for another endless mundane
A harrowing dance with psychic trash
Skin in the game to remain growing faith
In relativistic place, no escape
But to begin finding kin, relation is all we have
Blistered salve makes me laugh when questionеd
Gemini, is that your sign?
Turn my head into a blob
Enter Gеmini mood
Searching for eternally the counterparts who give us reason to stay
Growing faith to regain passing days
In desperate, delicate balances
This lurching pit, churning grit bears its gift
Must seek the twin, giving in to a mood as it turns to Gemini
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8. |
Cloaking
02:33
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Brash enters the cloaker of secrets
Hides swiftly the screws from their seekers
Loose ship runs aground in a storm
Wrenching apart the floor boards, so
So keep suspicious now
End trust, end talking it out
Floating a-drifting around
Is a natural state, embrace it
Tripped on a symbol , floating
Mutant resemble, floating
Lose in our own lines, floating
We question our lives, floating, bloating
Nothing is quite like a one-way trip
Still brash, a floral sensation
Smells nice when comforting sages
Scores spent on crushing our doubts
I don't care, I don't mind, I don't
Quite feel like it's the easiеst passage in the world
So what if I want flowers at my gravеside?
Rejecting cynicism
Tripped on a symbol, floating
Mutant resemble, floating
Lose in our own lives, floating
We question our lines, floating, bloating
Gloating, cloaking
Hiding from ourselves 'til we can no more ring the bell for service
Than we can reserve the flow of traffic down a one-way street with our hand
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9. |
Smashed In
02:18
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Chrysanthemum and tidewaters
Breaking bread at the table of desperation
A silvering tongue of dissent
Runs 'cordant with their mutual interests
In deposition, despots end with fiery sedition
Humans must lose their hold
Withhold their water, let them shrivel like our spindly brothers
Carpet crash, lasting burn
Grass, it turns crisping ash
Blanket form here again
Through the hole, smash it in
We could talk yesterday
Now your chance gone away
Little speck in thе wind, pathway begin
Closing it in, destined dеscent
Losing defense, look there it went
Carpet crash, a lasting burn to the
Grass, it turns to crisping ash
In a blanket form, recurring here again
Through the hole, smash it in
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10. |
Infinite Tower
00:32
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Infinite tower
Where infinite time reaches birds of hatching infinite hours
Infinite time
Where climbing the tower is the ladder to give yourself into the sublime
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11. |
Curtain Lift
01:36
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Dust is on the curtain
Shaking cannot fix
What remains for certain
It is mostly dead-ish skin
Crust is on the ocean
Salted icy cliff
What floats to the surface
It is mostly dead-ish fish
Mostly dead-ish fish
Icy cliff
Curtain fixed
Distant hiss
Curtain lift
Light breaks through the curtain
Stepping lightly with
What is veiled, uncertain
'Til its mystery dead-ish is
Mystery dead-ish is
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12. |
Time Passing Dirge
03:24
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Passing brisk wind is taking
Nothing remaining
Water stagnating
In memory bound
Time flies over us
Leaves its shadow
Curve shift with each hour
Nothing remains as it was
Nothing remains to sing this dirge
Begin again, strangeness now strengthen us
I desire the things that will destroy me
All self is draining in the time passing
In my dimmest daydream, I saw time was dying
And I stole away to the trees
To glimpse a funeral march
Trumpeting calls for each hour
Interred side by side in gated stern
A dynastic burial plot
Inscribed with the chronicles of each storied descendant
I wanted to meet this family's matriarch
Who seemed to have outlived her children
Steadfast in Nowhen
Mother Time herself collected
Living in a relentless forever
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