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Baffle
04:33
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She have it alone
My have it a load
Feeling is a go
I am as it lone
We have it unknown
Fall down on your own
Crys up in the air
Come and never care
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Bicuspid
05:38
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The room isn’t every time and it hasn’t changed
It seems that the walls of the harassment, they haven’t changed
It’s come every day that you’re missing, I live in chains
A goal is to live every life as it isn’t made
If dreams of this living were lattice work, I’d make that call
A message upon us is giving to force us all
The cold will for see every season in righteous ways
Our lips are mechanical knowledge, a temperate haze
The stopgaps have never been cleaner, this hasn’t seen
A rule of a silent encounter has never been
The day that you say that your wall’s up can’t be that way
Your mumbling and one word aggression is here to stay
Just as you brush off this matter it’s never there
Someone has got to break impasse, you couldn’t care
Devils will sit on our shoulders, we haven’t changed
Nothing has tempted us better, we haven’t changed
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Core
03:24
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We’ll lie in a celebration
We’ll lie overcoming
You leave in a mystery falling
You lie in a restaurant in
Rolling down the summers in the highways
Rolling down a sea imagination
Going down in a severed sentence
Believe in a winters’ calling
Too late for a wild empire
We part in a wild time
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Intrepid
04:35
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Crazy old man is a novel invasion
Fixes his life as a cold consternation
Seems that he wanted to never have interest
Hold back the curtain and riddle his withers
Shameless and growing his life over nevers
Timid and showing an interest in heaven
Quiz an event, a life of intention
Alive he was dead and once he was naked
Canon and frozen Alice is the difference
Righteous he was with the ice in the cupboard
Paintings abound on the walls, they are mysteries
Shaking alone he is shaking with blisters
Filing them now they’re falling among him
Cruel and about he’s drooling and tepid
Crazy old man sits alone with his treasures
Sockets are long as a Molotov heathen
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Levitate
04:01
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The simple invasion is nothing to fall away
A black hand assembly and no man is on the way
The light is a nightmare and no one can see the day
Shameful, we’re calling it noble and not to stay
In a festive angle
All indecisions
And invitations
We’ll dance around them
If we can’t take it
Through blowing reeds
With levitation
We’ll see the end
A gastric intention has never been centered through
Mindless aggression and souls that we never see
A model of instinct is raising itself above
Floating in silence the curtain has almost gone
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Locked
03:54
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Really tried my best
To sink to new lows how
Flatten all the armies
My mind can conjure now
Crawling out my memories
Stepping on a haze
Reasoning with devils
And the angels lose again
Beat the big drum slowly
Force the tired sleep
Poison slivers in my fingers
Not every man is born
To mothers with the fullest breasts
And suckle on a thorn
Delivered from a book of rest
We follow Gabriel’s horn
Growling at the sacred
In can think it wise
A cautionary moment of
A capillary lies
Growing cold the liver day
Unpleasant in its’ feel
To die among the poppies
I am lucky life is real
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Pontiff
04:44
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Wake up in the cemetery
Growing in an ordinary
Garden in the fall of living
Spaces travel, teeth are gleaming
Falling toward a light of promise
Brighter than the shine of honest
Men must pass a test of entrance
Leaving me upon the doorstep dead
Wake up in the cemetery
Pulling stones are ordinary
Smell of must incurred the flowers
Waiting for you there for hours
Rise up from my sanctuary
There to meet my master in me
Calling for a mercenary
Slit my throat with peace and envy soon
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Roar
04:24
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Pills and strings will count as dead songs
Devil and God will fight for a sunspot
Ring around a head like a deviated halo
Peace will come like the roaring of an angel
Take away all the ministries of evil
Pass the plate and feed the preacher’s ego
Bought that ticket with the misery of puppets
Build that land in the minds of angry sinners
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Rotundra
04:01
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Rolling in the sevens
Rolling in the cage
Find a simple reason
Cooling down this age
See the Christ is risen
See the Christ is rage
Hold him down in prison
Hang him up for days
The beast of heaven it reeks of mind
Blessings of the fathers
Blood of all our sins
Prayers to God above us
The singing of the hymns
Treachery and armies
Battles with dark foes
The seventh day is anarchy
The story always goes
The beast of heaven it reeks of mind
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Search
04:11
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Take a step closer to the world
The black fires burn in the darkened night
Embers without light congregate around my flesh
Ancient windows quiver anxiously shaking
Rivers of gold collide with the space unbound
In the cold confines of the heavy atmosphere
Winged demons with forked tails fly twisting
Unseen fires roaring in the distance below
Mindless belching of insipid words satisfying
Urges to leave this place unbroken and empty
As it was before becoming an inhabitant here
Alone among millions waiting for a license
Winds howl through distant pores in the ground
Marking time with the throbbing heart of earth
Walking slowly forward to no direction indicated
A pinprick of light teases at the horizon
A hand passes in front of the face in blackness
Urging a sideways travel to avoid the light
Fear is the goal of the stones growing colder
Fear is the passage from hopelessness to joy
One false step and the end forces a new beginning
Living the empty life over and over again
Growing temptation reaches from every direction
To stop me from reaching the face of God
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Sleeper
04:04
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Imagination
I don’t want to be
Cinderella’s henchman
I don’t want to be
There’s another reason
I don’t want to be
This degeneration
I don’t want to be
Oh a liquid nation
I don’t want to be
Isn’t every one here
I don’t want to be
Isn’t every one there
I don’t want to be
Surface isn’t real
I don’t want to be
Underneath the sails
I don’t want to be
Like a floating island
I don’t want to be
Waiting for a rescue
I don’t want to be
Living in a desert
I don’t want to be
Breathing all alone now
I don’t want to be
Sipping wine with Jesus
I don’t want to be
At the gates of heaven
I don’t want to be
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View
04:28
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Great shout mind when it meddles with the game
Train the mind with a little common sense
Feed it in mind who has view to see the end
Coming round will we incubate the sun
Is religion falling into time
Angels’ angles shoot into the plane
Jesus was the man without a name
Satan was his brother so they say
Reasoning has fallen down to fear
Mighty God has suffered this new loss
Genuflect has lost the sign of cross
Holy Ghost has not the time for sin
Great shout mind when it meddles with the game
Train the mind with a little common sense
Feed it in mind who has view to see the end
Coming round will we incubate the sun
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Weaver
02:44
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Isn’t it a fate that I have seen
Could this be the place of shadows dreamed
Talking all the while I don’t know
Feel the candle hemorrhage in the snow
We are welcome, reason if you can’t touch
A simple welcome shattered in the rainbows
A time of welcome easy as the pain falls
A simple welcome, danger as the voice calls
I feel as if there’s something to appear
Glory as it falls on me like steely fear
Reaching out an empty moral vice, I feel strange
Shadows in the corner calling love, it’s just the same
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Wind
05:07
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Wind, I shut my eyes and wondered
About the truth of this place
About the nature of the stomach turns
The thought that I may never get out
Nothing could be done, yet everything was to be the same
Slowly I approached the shadows of the exit
Living for all eternity in this world between
Wind, I can hear it walking step by step
Without end, ongoing in clicking tic tocs of feet
Reaching for a different kind of surface
Caught in between two worlds of senses
And because of that feeling, only my cascading chest
Like ripples in the never ending sand
Only pointing to no direction whatsoever
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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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