1. |
False Flag
03:25
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Warrior queen FEMA
sent her minions all over the map
They're shoveling rubble in headlamps
Tunneling under the Walmarts
Converting 'em all into death camps
Now the dryer drum is button-bumping jeans
And I feel like it's directing it at me
My house is acting guilty
This conspiracy goes deep
I had a great idea for a dream
But it'll never let me sleep
The freezer and the heat
The rival sides aligned
The gyre nice and wide
I'm what keeps you up at night
I'm the pilot light and ice
I'm the button on your jeans
I'm the rise of the machines
I'm the singularity
If slender admits he's invented
Can he still be considered a cryptid?
Is it part of the myth that you lie to yourself?
Does that still have to be shoehorned in it?
Is it history
If it's user submitted?
If you start with the spookiest parts
And have the rest retro-fitted?
Oh kumbaya my lord
Someone's spamming the message boards
A cyber-knight riding his high horse
Forgetting your origin story was crowd-sourced
You canon expanders
Have you no standards?
Have you no taste?
No sense of shame?
Art re-culminates
Makes way for new greats
Gives the old-heads the shakes
The more moral fabric it frays...
Before it was Doom map packs
It was back-masked tracks
Lady Liberty's anti-vax
And she's losing her healthcare, America
To red-scare histeria
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2. |
Coronary
02:45
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Merry Christmas Coronary
Happy New Year Heart Attack
A lump of sludge obstructing blood
From falling in familiar tracks
A damned disease of arteries
A sudden stream of pulmonary plaque
They drained the downtown Olentangy
'Neath Scioto overpass
Its surface shined a second set of lights
The mud is cutting it in half
It gets dark and scary
Fades into extraordinary black
The opposite of lightning strikes extraordinary black
Subtracting from the background
Leaving vastness in its path
No low rumble from its thunder
Its frequency was screeching
No forest fires follow
In its ice-beams trees are freezing
They said that you were gone for good
Left memorials where you stood, alone
With your organ donor hopes
But if you don't care for your body it erodes
And no one gives a s*** about your altruistic goals
Unharvested, they stick you in a hole
So Merry Christmas Coronary
Happy New Year Heart Attack
This dextrocardic heartache has me
Falling in these old familiar tracks
No path before
It's never coming back
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3. |
Digital Pin
02:39
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Sometimes I wonder: What's my place to say?
And if in amid chemical shifts in my brain
I maintain any 'truly' consistent opinions
With all the continuous stimulus headed my way...
Beta-testing the information age
Untangling the way that the data's exchanged
I'll admit I'm a bit overwhelmed
But I'm getting a hang of the pace
If you need an escape
I know a place
There's a digital pin where the sky gets its pitchest
The unaided eye can see millions of miles away
And there isn't a signal in range
I'm hiding
Tongue biting
Showing restraint
Waiting to perfectly articulate
Patiently biding my time
Making no waves
Content to abstain
Minding my business
Missing the moment
Not rocking the boat
And just playing it safe
Now the player piano's had enough of all the covers
Heard it improvising riffs
Heard it switching up the structures
And the air that blows through pianola rolls
Procedurally poked
It's filling me with hope
And I know our robot overlords
Have a knife to Mike Rowe's throat
It's filling me with hope
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4. |
Local Folklore
04:59
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Saint Daylight Savings Time
I'm binding things I like
Whatever shaves a day or two
Off pitch black after-work commutes is fine,
My sacrifice
John Henry drifting in the lazy River Styx
If you're running out of problems, self inflict
His Big Bend victory is fiction
There's no dignity in working yourself sick
Now angry Father Time
Does his whining all online
Like minds chatter of the letdown
Via voltage meter step-down
Of electrons herded headlong through a wire
And they shout:
Hey retrograding Mars
Don't you wander off too far
I need your opinion on some big events
Could you muster up some influence
In decisions that we base upon the stars?
Because I think I liked it better when the edges were defined,
Before the bodies put a bevel in the pocket knife's
Impossibly straight lines
Now all the local folklore's told in only vivid images
It was rich with clicks and hisses,
Now I'm overwhelmed with emptiness
'They say lightning never strikes again
In places it's already been, they lied
I tried every spot ten million times,'
Said the storm cloud to the sky
'They say lightning never strikes again
In places it's already been, they lied
I tried every spot ten trillion times
If I didn't then you wouldn't be alive
There's only oceans, ozone, you and I'
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5. |
My Name Is Jonah
03:37
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Went looking for anger in all the wrong places
Found curated outrage
It was catered to my taste
But the truth is a monster
that swallows you whole
If you feed it lies, you can keep it full
OOOOOooooOOOOooOOOOooooOOOOO
Then it can't keep you safe in it's stomach
and spit you on shore
There's no room in the whale,
and you drown when you're thrown overboard
Said I feel like liquid with no cup to hold it
Or a wandering vessel with no sea to float in
I let the emptiness fill me 'til I overflow
OOOOOooooOOOOooOOOOooooOOOOO
The Gloominess taking its toll
I've been scrolling a little too low
All the insights are climbing
I'm going down with the trolls
I stared the abyss
In the eye
For a moment I went blind
Because I saw so much of nothing
That I lost my f***ing mind.
When all around was kindness
Human intertwinedness
Defeatist s**t's convenient
It's easiest to never even try
And the days without incident rise
Since the flames of the mighty Cuyahoga ignite
And the Nile is now thriving with life
All that blood is behind us,
It's been quite a while since
All our problems were plagues
Instead of man-made
For some short-sighted financial gains
And the days without incident rise
When instead of accepting the problem
You focus on making it right
Said I feel like liquid with no cup to hold it
Or a wandering vessel with no sea to float in...
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