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Bacterium
05:36
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Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating his spider pie
When all crawled in with their leering grins
And said what a bad boy am I
What is it that I insert here. What kinds of lines will I use. It’s like inserting Greek into a
paper. Only an outline. Pacing back and forth, looking at a screen, wondering if
they’ll
ever come to me again. Fly high with inner violence. Wrestling with the many spiders
who live in here. Insert words with other meanings here. Take the big slam down. Or
keep burying the same passages in the heavy graves that hold them.
Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Just the man I want to meet
Waltzing
Similar time, walled in sense of evil
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
Patience in time, for walled in sense of spiders
Similar time, walled in sense of mind
And now that I’m finished here, this is just the beginning. Things are now so out of
control that a dull pain just sits lounging in my body. Deeper wounds can’t be any worse
than the constant line of spiders feeding in my skull. Tick tock. Tick tock goes the clock.
It seems like a time to reveal.
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Crawlers
04:17
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This time it’s only lonely memories
All in the knowledge I can see
Although the answers come in magic
I hear the calling of the sea
Holding down to see their faces
Their eyes turn down to look at me
Don’t you want to be a victim
Take every ounce of dignity
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Earwigs Eating
04:24
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Well I’ve lost my inhibition
But I carry such a weight
Bent and crawling on my back now
In a catatonic state
I have turned into the jungle
I’ve adopted anarchy
I have let go all my instincts
It’s time for flight or flee
Oh wide a crack ignites
Hold it down until it’s in heaven
Just feel the sting of night
Crawl into a hole of Hell now
Don’t feel the truth is right
Take the road of lesser evil
Got a head full of holes now
Got an absent supplication
Gonna fill with lots of tar brand
Have a mind to fill them all
The wounds there are so heavy
As they bore beneath the skull
And the tapestry of history
Hasn’t found a place at all
Oh wide and country blaze
Holding down is all in favor
Oh why a country face
Another savior, another mention
Oh why a country face
Another same old
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Frightened Cultures
04:14
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You realize it’s not the same as all
You realize life’s not the same as gold
You realize the broken time
You realize it’s not the same as love
You take a sign, it’s not the same as us
You see the sign, it’s not a memory
You realize the broken time
You realign into a different one
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Insanities For Night
04:07
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Wake up on the side of never
Satisfy your inner hunger
Just because you genuflect does not absolve you of your choices
Rapid is the sense of urgent
Faster than a
single diode
Breathing into open headlights
Spongy metal in a cavern
Jump into a fire and then a solitary flame will hit me
Falling down the world goes ever
Sinking into mouths and throats now
Shot it in the eyeballs of a camel with his head held over
Shiny shiny message in a corner of a prison
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Itchy Properties
03:59
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I wanna build planets, all is up to me
I want the innocence of falling down to me
I want to see a dancing face in front of me
I want to resurrect your loving eyes for me
Going to a live lie
Going to invent
I wanna see the world explode in front of me
I want to cross that bridge when conscience gets to me
I want to build a life where everything is new
I want to build a life where everything is you
Going to a live lie
Going to invent
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Knuckles
03:40
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Falling down to mischief
Far too small to see
I can hear those voices shouting deep inside my brain
Skin a green chinchilla with a table knife that’s clean
Stop to plug a reservoir
I know the end is near
Know another message with the happenstance of fear
Kill the bride November with a pistol made of gold
Barely catatonic as I lay among the weeds
Enters into cortex with delight among the flies
David and Goliath were two sons that lived apart
Sinisterexample of a story that’s been told
Brazen like a polygraph administered by goons
Straddled like an epitaph exuded by their ruse
Know another message with the happenstance of fear
Kill the bride November with a pistol made of gold
Barely catatonic as I lay among the weeds
Enters into cortex with delight among the flies
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Leeches
04:27
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Rest and rest has fallen
I have seen
The wisdom hasn’t been enough
I have seen
Holding all the easy call
I have gone
In the wind you hear the cries
I have go
ne into the end
Falling tides and falling gates
I have seen
The leaves now hardly speak a hush
I have seen
Ghosts have always bothered me
I have dreamed
A search for rest is pleasure near
I have gone into the end
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Pincers Of Venus
06:40
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Breaking rocks and stones upon the ocean on it’s sign
Crazy as the pincers of the planet they call Venus
Chaos is the one I see when boring through the wormhole
Shadows in the moment of the time when I was living
Placid as the pane of glass reflecting in the moonlight
Turning into ripples of the heat when light outside
Reason is the one adventure growing roots and moving time
In a darkness of the heaven left alone to realize
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Pranks
04:04
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This is a mind fuck
This is a prank
A similar visitor came in to see me at night
He stole all my memories and left me with nothing but blight
I feel that this thing in my throat isn’t coming apart
You won’t have to see me as I take the stories of heart
A moment without end and catch it along with the rest
I see it comes down to the matter of what feels best
Alone in a meadow of scorpions, lizards and bees
This is a mind fuck
This is a prank
I’m fighting the fires with marshmallow bullets and blanks
The chemistry hasn’t effected me in anyway
The airwaves are bouncing but kettles have not heard the steam
The spiders are coming, the spiders are coming to me
Things that they seem and things that they really might be
Alone in a meadow of scorpions, lizards and bees
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Skins Beget Skins
04:04
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What risk of night, this pall of touching
No greater time for simple entries gained
You will stand and I will kneel before you
Being just the same as men
Biting down a long line of anarchy
Swollen skin among the softer rest
I have taken all that I can take now
Showing all exposed with danger
It’s a revelation be
I regulate and find us another pain
It’s only kind of stranded winter
We’re gonna land by a second plan
These are not all fundamental
Where wisdom is wanted too
You see it on the black and funny you
There’s something always calling out my name
Holding down the wall again
It’s a revelation be
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Snakes
04:04
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A little division of flowers will live to be a lonely time
The softness of petals has never been history
The thorns of a manic depressive is all I feel
Born to be in time
I say the prescription for love is an empty sea
A lonely wait in time
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Snapping Wings
03:08
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Give a little bit in the main
Shake a little bit in the mainstream
Dig a little bit, can I see
Shake a little bit in the mainstream
In a cold and dark apartment
I was holding all the knowledge
I was holding all the coming of the mainstream
Give a little bit in my heart
Give a little bit in the mainline
Give a little bit for my soul
Give a little bit in the mainline
In a cold and dark apartment
I was holding all the knowledge
I was holding all the coming of the mainstream
Weak in times of fate
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Spores
04:08
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The risk is steady say some
There is a sensorin the air
The risk of living isn’t greater
There is an evil living there
Shine now the harvest, let it bear
The world of living is not there
This type cancer crown of season
Tied down mind was the number one reason
Dilapidated menu in the minds of the hiding
Sitting on a splice with the world out of timing
It isn’t even a pain
It is a full blood from before
The little tendrils in the air
Searching for a place to land
The road of reason isn’t there
And when I’m forced I do not care
This type cancer crown of season
Tied down mind was the number one reason
Dilapidated menu in the minds of the hiding
Sitting on a splice with the world out of timing
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Stones And Sticks
03:11
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Cold and misty is this place
Round and dizzy in the mind
Truth is only what you say
Just like God in olden days
Night is just a cold day
Kind of like what goes on inside when you sit and ramble
I tried to look underneath to see if the invaders had come
But to no avail
Falling down with knives I see nothing going on that would wake me up
Pterodactyls seem to have made the scene
But I can chase them off
Don’t throw anything at me that I can’t just absorb with a bruise
Sometimes I think I see a violent goal wrapped tightly in the strips of a mummy
Just trying to end the story
is another day of spiders
Cold and misty is this place
Round and dizzy in the mind
Truth is only what you say
Just like God in olden days
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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California
Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.
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