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Absurd Monument
05:11
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The flowers bloomed and then decayed. I found new ways to pass the time. Cats sleep longer hours when they're removed from the wild. It became clear to me today, something purposeful arrives.
(Chorus) Our wings catch fire. We can't resist the siren song of the burning wick. It all stagnates before the change. Welcome the passing. Dance in flames. We were happy. The clock ticked. We were gone. Nothing persists.
Before the constellations lost certain stars the vastness used to swallow up my thoughts. Absent-minded now, I hum along with some tune that I have long forgot. Towering sentinels, as big as god. Oblique miracles, remembered and then lost. The wind ripples through a sea of emerald moss. Try as I might I can't understand the plot.
(Chorus)
I spend all my waking hours perfecting this absurd monument, commemorating nothing. No one will ever see it.
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The Projectionist
03:27
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The adventure is over. Time resumes its routine. I crash back into orbit, once again incomplete.
(Chorus) What we love will one day ruin us. (An endless feedback loop reflecting these images of who I was. An altar to my former self.)
Part of me lost in the back of the closet. The road, it still calls, though somewhat fainter now. Shadows flicker on the walls of my house. My perception bends. My confidence lost.
(Chorus)
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Funeral Pyre
05:10
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There is another inside of me: wild and unruly, blooming and free. I fear that one day he will ruin me, but I lack the strength to stare into this blackhole. Stand cool and motionless before the gazing abyss. The orbit tightens. The clock begins to tick. We are speeding Earthward. Impact is imminent but I continue to play the chords that I was taught. As tides polish stones and endlessly drift, as winds hollow cliffs and blow in heavy mist, The scene of the car crash, this horrible wreck, will long be forgotten. Everything returns to ash.
Bury me in a hillside that slopes away from town. The trees gradually rose up and left the ground. Their roots spread as the planet turned round. Something slow and purposeful began to take hold. There is nothing to mourn as everything is taken without a sound.
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Orbital Decay
01:57
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Leviathan
03:25
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Late at night I still hear them whales sing. Their echoes find their way to me from the deep. I hum along in bed as I try to sleep. I sing along to this nameless terror: perpetual defeat. What am I mourning? Reflections of a dream. A cosmic sense of dread. A phantom limb screaming that it's missing.
Let the day break. Let the night fall. Sing with the song that's in your pulse. Bear witness to this passage of time. Scorched Earth becomes replaced with pine. The void it still screams. In silence it's worse. Kindling for flames - these thoughts nothing more than crackling wood in the hearth.
Crack open another in the belly of Leviathan. Despite my misgivings, I've learned to love this prison. At the edge of doom, we'll be tallying up all our papers. As they lower your casket, say one last prayer to our masters.
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The Gazing Abyss
02:01
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End Moraine
03:41
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This constant stimulation - an attempt to keep the bad thoughts out - it all amounts to white noise. Stray cats enter the abandoned house.
(Chorus) I hate the future, with its glowing screens. I lie in bed, grinding down on my teeth. The city beneath my eyelids never sleeps. The calm of the deep, forever out of reach,
This winter froze me down to my bones. I was staring into a blackhole. Alone in my headphones, not here to think but feel. Each day rebirth, swallowed by the same decline.
(Chorus)
This glacier has reached its end moraine and someday this will wash away. We can regain this gift of sight and transform the hate to brand new light, an exploding star to melt this ice. There could be love, there could be life.
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Musica de Espera
01:21
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Another False God
03:44
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I searched all night for another false god. I hated the TV so I stared at the wall. Life was pretty useless, my senses were dulled, but man I fell (in love) into ten long years just fucking around. I wrote a couple songs no one cared about so I left town when the leaves turned brown and they started to fall.
Divine providence evaporates. Untethered operators operate, drained of their brilliance. (The smog, it thickens) Alone in my headphones. Not here to think but feel. Each day rebirth, swallowed by the same sad decline. (The smog, it thickens) Here's my sacrifice to our flawed inheritance. *exhale dopesmoke" "The world owes you nothing."
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Cemetery Orbit Edmonton, Alberta
Worshipers at the Altar of Riff
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