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No Gun No Antlers
03:41
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I got no gun, I got no anger
Just a troublemaker on top of the alter
A prodigy to replace your mother
A battery inside of another
A century - no time to discover
Do I seek amnesty inside my destiny
Is it as easy as finding my sanity
Will I find others there taking the time to repair
Do I just look anywhere?
I got no time, I got no answers
I trace the lines and handle the transfers
No disrespect to all of my chances
A turn-around that leads to disaster
A century inside of another
Do I seek amnesty inside my destiny
Is it as easy as finding my sanity
Will I find others there taking the time to repair
Do I seek amnesty inside my destiny
Is it as easy as finding my sanity
Will I find others there taking the time to repair
Should I just look everywhere?
No gun, no time
No time, no chances
No space, no antlers
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A circle opens and shares its prime
A circle divides and returns in time
Shafts of indifference and shadows excite
Angels of violence hiding in the Moonlight
The light breaks apart and covers the day
It empties the void as protons decay
A shift in experience, a challenge in space
Now where is the difference? And where is the trace?
Lines of consequence and shrines to ignite
A wrinkle in time, a folding of space
The elements crumble without any trace
A fading response that echoes through time
A delicate turn away from the light
Every advance, every answer, was magic at first sight
Every problem, every angle was covered from the start
All of that energy, all of that matter, scattered across the night
All of those questions changing through art
Channeling through stories, merging through time
All of that energy, all of that matter scattered across the universe
A tethered solution that sways in the light
Devout resolution that fades in the night
A new revolution, a true satellite
Lines of confidence in the Moonlight
A wrinkle in time, a folding of space
The elements crumble without any trace
A fading response that echoes through time
A delicate turn away from the light
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Bedlam
05:54
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What do I know?
The shadow takes me down below
And what do I see in between?
Where do I go to understand this vertigo?
And what do I need to believe?
There is a glow underneath the waves
I need to understand what’s hiding in my grave
And so my answers misbehave
And rattle all the chains deep inside of my brain
What do I do
To feel the Sun and make it through this?
And how do I change my mind?
Isn’t it strange, the things we do to feel alive?
And isn’t it strange to try?
There is a glow underneath the waves
I need to understand what’s hiding in my grave
And so my answers misbehave
And rattle all the chains deep inside of my brain
Is there a choice
To live between the dark and light
Is there even a line?
Is there a chance to change the rules and play both sides
Why don’t we give it a try?
What do I know?
My shadow sign- an undertow
And how do I live in between?
Where do I go to understand this vertigo?
Where do I go to believe?
There is a glow underneath the waves
I need to understand what’s hiding in my grave
And so my answers misbehave
And rattle all the chains deep inside of my brain
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Can You Hear the Bells?
05:59
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Can you hear the bells?
(Tread water in hell)
Can you feel the pull in hell?
Always drifting backwards
Waiting for the tug of the rope
Can you hear the bells?
And I pray
I can feel the pull
The terror rush inside my head
So solid to the untrained eye in hell
Blue horizon, yellow sky
The surface breathing up and down
And it makes me want to cry
I can feel the plunge
Forward and faster, I pray for solid ground
Over and under, the waves are all around me
Backwards and farther, I pray for solid ground
Lightning and thunder, the waves are crashing down
Can you hear the bells? Can you hear the bells?
Ringing louder and falling farther
Can you hear the bells?
Can you feel the bells?
Twisting to find an endless sea
A terrible dream, a newfound fear inside of me
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Should I react?
Are there things that can overrule?
Is it important to stand your ground?
Is it important to change?
Inside a certain state of mind
A transfer between two souls
Can I control?
In between two system modes
Gradient reactions phase underground
And surface tension renews
Can I believe?
Are there things that I should not do?
When variations apply
Isn’t it important to try?
Inside a certain state of matter
A transfer between two minds
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Dark drizzle dreams invade my sleep in waves
As lightning cracks in streams that wash away my grave
Staring at the sea, the Sun arises blue
The wind echoes across my face and I can smell sulfur too
Opposing the sea rise peaks of sedimentary
Shadows of yesterday, and cliffs of black and green
And Saturn flies to guide them through the Valley of the Winter Moon
Behind the distant clouds lurk the memories of the dead
And underneath the sand hides the Crown of the Riverbed
The sea begins to boil and the sky turns a darker red
My dreams slip into nightmares above the fountainhead
And Saturn flies to guide them through the Valley of the Winter Moon
Mars begins to tremble with the Scepter of Neptune
He holds the pictures of the dead and hides them from the Moon
Mercury grows still, and braces for the storm
As Hades harbors enemies in fields of ice and lore
And Saturn flies to guide them through the Valley of the Winter Moon
Staring at the Moon, the grey turns into light
The stars are calling to the void with war drums in the night
Deep beneath the sea, a power starts to rise
It fills the land with emptiness and covers it with lies
And Saturn tries to guide them through the Valley of the Winter Moon
Staring at the sea, the Moon is staring too
The nothing that was everything begins to fade to blue
“My time has come,” I say, and whisper my good-byes
My eyes begin to open to see a new Sunrise
And Saturn glides between us and the Valley of the Winter Moon
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Control
04:02
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How do I begin to get back?
How do I survive?
When do I begin to take back?
Do I find the time?
Control - it’s not what you think it is
Behold - the power is yours to give
How do I begin to get back?
How do I survive?
When do I begin to take back?
Do I find the time?
To live - to die
Control
How do I begin to get back?
How do I survive?
When do I begin to take back?
Do I find the time?
On the side, the answers can save you
Then again, they can always betray you
Control - the power that gives
Although, it never forgives
Control - the power that gives
Although we destroy the world
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Begin to turn, another return
And so you learn how to get burned
Begin to change, learn to rearrange
Isn’t it strange to change?
Isn’t it something else?
And so you feel deranged
Everything moves so slowly
Everything falls still
Everything changes swiftly
Return to center, please
Begin your burn, and slowly return
This is how you learn to be concerned
Begin to change and learn to rearrange
Do you feel strange when you change?
Is it something else?
Do you feel deranged?
Everything moves so slowly
Everything falls still
Everything changes swiftly
Return to center, please
Everything is moving slowly
Everyone stand still
Everything is changing swiftly
Return to center, please, Again
When you’re strange…
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In Between Truths
04:17
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In between the devil and the diversity
A problem lies about its ancestry
And so it goes to change its face and change its mind
And so it learns to fly
Where does it go to justify its inner truth?
In between the facts and what it tries to see
Another crutch to test its own absurdity
And now it flows into a weaker mind and personality
And so it learns to fly
Where does it go to justify its inner truth?
Where does it go to gratify its revenue?
In between the forest and the trees
A problem tries to hide its ambiguity
And so it goes to change its face and spread its lies
So it can learn to fly
Where does it go to justify its inner truth?
Where does it go to gratify its revenue?
What does it do to make you believe its view?
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Strange Talking Animals Springfield Township, New Jersey
Born in raised in Madison, WI. Transplanted to Brooklyn, Jamaica, and finally Springfield. Versed in chamber pop and rock, psychedelic and prog, and expanding musical horizons to experience electronic and ambient musics and experiment with modular and chaotic synthesis.Overfed with science fiction and fantasy and actual science. And stay-at-home dadness. ... more
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