1. |
Cosmicism
02:52
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No-one wants to be a burden
especially to people that you know.
We don’t want to be causing harm to
those who mean us well.
No-one wants to feel rejected.
It makes us fear to take a chance at all.
But that mindset skips you out of a great life you could have.
And even if we don’t care to admit it,
we’re all just fumbling, looking for meaning, &
something to do with the short life that we live.
No-one wants to be forgotten
when their time is over, set, & done.
Everyone wants to leave a mark, and
let their name be known.
But maybe we’re all just useless pawns in a
universe that doesn’t care.
And yet, mortality leaves us with a scare.
But why approach it with pessimism?
Embrace your life while you’ve still got it, so
you’ll be satisfied with how you spent it.
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2. |
Into The Great Unknown
04:32
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Stars are looking down on me with gladness.
They know I'll soon be in their heights.
I do not know what there awaits me.
But it's good to know I'm travelling through lights.
Into the great unknown; The wonders of space.
Leave behind the human race.
Into the outer void; A place we've never been.
Think of all the things unseen.
But until I'm gone, through these streets I may still roam,
just to share this bitter song.
Trying to find solace in a broken world.
But the fight could only ever fall.
Now it's time to pack our bags; With heavy hearts when morale sags.
Cause there's nothing left except all the rest.
Into the great unknown
Say goodbye to earth.
Hope has found a new rebirth
Into Andromeda
Light-years away
Distant creatures we may greet someday.
We will be aliens on someone else's land.
Customs and politics that we don't understand.
Into the great unknown; A different species' past.
2x:
Come on with me to the great unknown.
We don't know what we'll see, but we know it will be something special.
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3. |
I Can't Remember
03:04
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I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
A shift occurred with
momentum hardly lost, but
I feel like I'm overthinking
undertones in truth of meaning.
Enlighten me to all the
things that I'll forget. I
know that I'll just sit and nod,
no need replies be sent.
And I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
I hit a low, but I never
tripped or skid or fell, cause the
wheels will keep on spinning whether
I can keep on standing tall, though
Every since the autumn, I've been
bent right out of shape, and the
task is mine to get back in the game.
Yet I can't remember
half the words you said, but I
remember the surroundings and it
seemed like it had happened yesterday
I walked away then
complacent in my state of mind,
yet certainty was lacking, so I find.
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4. |
Mainstream Media
01:40
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Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
He’s killing my narrative that I’m trying to push onto the mainstream.
Can somebody ducktape his mouth cause I don’t want you hearin’ what he says.
Please everybody stay asleep!
Listen to the sound of my voice, don’t ever distrust the words that follow.
I am superior, my voice means more than truthful people.
Ignore all opposition even if it could be helpful.
Please everybody stay asleep!
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to stop his words of truth.
Who even told you that his words were words of moral truth.
Oh wait…
Listen to the sound of my voice, don’t ever distrust the words that follow.
I am superior, my voice means more than better people.
Ignore the implication that we’re worse than many people.
Please everybody stay asleep!
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
Can somebody tell the man in the back of the room to be quiet please.
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5. |
Bind
02:13
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Got myself in and out of a bind again.
And it took all the ink from the pen that just sits in my pack 'cause I never use it.
Blank slate, and I'm back on track with myself.
And everyday is more upbeat, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
Hit me with your ad-homs, cause I really couldn't care;
You're bouncing off my hair, and I am free.
Got myself a muse on which I can depend.
And it's not gonna stop if I keep it up with everything I've got.
Blank slate, but its colors are gonna shine.
And everyday is less mundane, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
I'm just a dirty heathen, child, and I don't really care.
From all the lies I kept, I now am free.
Got myself in and out of a bind again.
And it took all the ink from the pen that just sits in my pack 'cause I never use it.
Blank slate, and I'm back on track with myself.
And everyday is more upbeat, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
Got myself a muse on which I can depend.
And it's not gonna stop if I keep it up with everything I've got.
Blank slate, but its colors are gonna shine.
And everyday is less mundane, 'cause I'm not tied to internal burden.
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6. |
Through The Swamp
01:43
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7. |
Straw In The Ocean
02:03
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Verse 1:
What happened to “Stick's & Stones could
really break my bones, but
words don't weigh a dime, so they won't
hurt me.”?
Cause now here comes the word police.
“Wrong opinions are hate speech!”
Meanwhile, I am far off from the beach:
Chorus:
I’m just a straw in the ocean.
There’s water all around.
It goes in one end, out the other.
No harm has it done.
And I don’t need a goddamn safespace
cause these waves can’t make me blue.
I’m just a straw in the ocean,
& that you should be too.
Verse 2:
Logic, Reason, Discourse. They
all go down the drain when you
pull the plug on every tub in the
US fucking A.
What happened to discussions that
live respectfully? We
all tread through the waters of
opinionated sea.
Chorus:
I’m just a straw in the ocean.
There’s water all around.
It goes in one end, out the other.
No harm has it done.
And I don’t need a goddamn safespace
cause these waves can’t make me blue.
I’m just a straw in the ocean,
& that you should be too.
Just a straw in the ocean,
& that you should be too.
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A long day of this & that, and
I’m just about ready to crash.
I’d like twelve hours or so to sleep.
I’m at rest it almost seems,
till I find myself living these crazy dreams
flyin’ past familiar city streets.
But the city’s not the same.
Everything feels out of place,
but it all feels so cohesive in my sleep. (my sleep)
Downtown Sheboygan in a dream.
Living this brand new city scheme.
Never really sure of who you’ll meet
in Downtown Sheboygan in a dream.
Escape reality, but
I don’t know that I’m not awake.
I’d like to go lucid for a change.
And someday I’ll document
the map of this city my head has created
to better recall what I’ve perceived.
‘Cause this city’s not the same
Everything is out of place,
yet it all feels so cohesive in my sleep. (my sleep)
Downtown Sheboygan in a dream.
Living this brand new city scheme.
Never really sure of who you’ll meet
in Downtown Sheboygan in a dream.
In a dream.
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9. |
Tough Luck
01:40
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I’m getting
carpal tunnel syndrome from just playing my guitar too much
oh well, oh well, that’s my problem, but I
can’t help channel all my thoughts and politics into the songs I
make. oh well, oh well, that’s my problem coz
I don’t wanna be a buzzkill, and
I don’t wanna seem complacent with the
condescending pricks that try to take hold of the words you say;
tough luck, coz the first amendment still prevails today.
I’m getting
fed up with the people saying “put a filter on the things you
say”. Goddamn, what a slippery-slope that leads to coz if
any hold the narrative on what words can and can’t be said, we
ipso facto lose our right to live. Yea,
I don’t wanna be a buzzkill, and
I don’t wanna seem complacent with the
condescending pricks that try to take hold of the words you say;
tough luck, coz the first amendment still prevails today.
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10. |
Pseudo-sun
03:02
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Everyone wanted a reason to say,
"The rain is gonna go away if you look
out for the pseudo-sun at the end of the storm".
Well the pseudo-sun is paper-wound, cause it's
falling apart, and it isn't round, but
we all seem to pretend that it's so great.
Everybody knows it, but
holds to their ideals, cause
they dream of utopia where
every wound heals.
The only light in this pseudo-sun is the
misguided spirit of the torch used to
burn down what we've built into the ground.
Everyone wanted a reason to say,
"The world is gonna be ok if you
keep your feet tied; tied to the ground".
But the ground is falling apart.
It took the hope out of my heart to
watch the world walk single-file into the pseudo-sun.
Everybody knows it, but
holds to their ideals, cause
they dream of utopia where
every wound heals.
The only light in this pseudo-sun is the
misguided spirit of the torch used to
burn down what we've built into the ground.
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11. |
Same Old Street
02:48
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Walking down the same ol' street.
Walking by the same ol' feet.
Weather's cold like it always is at this time of year.
Living life in the same ol' way.
Life is just the same every day.
But I hope & I dream from time to time again.
'Cause someday, the time will come
when the world doesn't feel so dull.
& we've all got greater things that we can work for.
'Cause someday, the time will come
when the world doesn't feel so dull.
& we've all got greater things that we can work for.
Some great ideas can come from boredom.
Why do you think you are hearing this song now?
Sometimes you've got a go with the flow. Thoughts will come to you.
'Cause someday, the time will come
when the world doesn't feel so dull.
& we've all got greater things that we can work for.
'Cause someday, the time will come
when the world doesn't feel so dull.
& we've all got greater things that we can work for.
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12. |
Who Needs Magic Anyways?
01:32
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Mark! Silver recommends:
Periwinkle Easter
by Wolf Circus
won't you tell me your NAME AND STAR SIGNS, YEAH!
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best vulf record by far, forgiving the vocal-instrumental split in the tracklist.
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THE SAMBA AND CRUNK EP
by brad bellard
brad knows how to bring the funky jams! it's head-bopping fun from front to back!
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