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The Bury Feast
04:35
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A blind face for sin dust
For these things
For legions
I can’t cease for fingers
And satisfy the desires
For England and king’s reach
He who hides his eyes gets many a curse
I feel safe
I’m feasting
For by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head
Deep long twisted arms
Babbling up like famished koi
Eyes and throats held high to the feeders
And flesh to peat
And summoned to the fate
The cheapest waste
A sideways blitz
The talent fade into the state
Abundant tease from poison fork
I wouldn’t leave to knock ‘em down
The black of seas
The deal is mine
Let the bury feast proceed
A blind face
For sin’s dust
For my things
For legions
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The Deep Amen
04:51
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Perfumes of bliss issue from bulbous vacant heads
The coward’s way breeds intrigue for lost souls
Gems discovered in the slurry wash away pounded by the jealous currents
And still we all reach the sea
Resurrected and hungry for the earth
Consider it a sin to stop this theft of her
For hidden knick knack’s hidden thorn
This ship will mask the godly scorn
Isn’t it the end sign
Why not burn the nest
With gonorrhea mist
Higher aerolon
Heaven set the risk
Bullet in the night
Everyone’s asleep
Once it was inside
Driving men insane
Written in the deeds
I can see the signs
Smell the fragrant musk
Penetrated lies
Fancy a world with such pleasure then
And deviate sins to cultured pearls
Follow the addictive modern day
See the end of heaven’s way
Isn’t it the end sign
Why not burn the nest
With gonorrhea mist
Higher aerolon
Heaven set the risk
Bullet in the night
Everyone’s asleep
Once it was inside
Driving men insane
Written in the deeds
I can see the signs
Smell the fragrant musk
Penetrated lies
Isn’t it the end sign
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The Folding Blister
03:58
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Give us lamps for solid days
To violate the master race
There are fires in our ways
Nothing bleeds
Nothing’s gained
All the sides stay alive
Though their saints are required
Daily fist oversized
We are mass
Now hear our cries
Human earth is rolling back
To feudal birth and love of fat
Days careen into the black
To satisfy their bloody math
His fate is Byzantine
His bite is not a bluff
His darkness hibernate
His calling is the game
His born have savage ways
His lust a crawling cock
His war is to the gate
His grasp a slighting mind
His might a slashing wind
His face is just a code
His name cannot be made
For nothing’s at its’ core
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4. |
The Glass Piston
04:34
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New to burial hands in Venezuela
The seas have no edge
Face fate in regal’s reach
I’ve been there
This sleep that’s dreamed
I live there
Simple gate
The warming sun wind
And you won’t be there
This is a bitter taste
Citizens of Mycenaea
Will leave you freezing
The most fiendish place
There is a steeple
Following the breeze to slice inside the temple
Your sinner’s chains
You might have seen them
The sloth of rape invades the memory
The seizure hates another kindness
For every bear we bait
Antagonize the wounded
For every man we hate
Another man is danger
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5. |
The Ice Dance
04:05
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Waiting for the world to feed
To break our shackles with Pandora’s seed
Power is more compact
And revolution and death fit in the palm of the hand
The saber of tongues
The lashes of our new pirates
This shrinking and coalescing
This way of the universe
This turning of kind to ice
Swing dervishes with laser eyes
That bare enigma to our lives
This shrinking and coalescing
This way of the universe
Will turn mankind to ice
Swing dervishes with laser eyes
That bore enigma into our sacred lives
These blessed breasts with bitter milk
Enjoy their space among the clouds
He writes upon the bitter season
And points with his sounds
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6. |
The Luck Ranger
04:58
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Mind this carrion lease
Ghastly tides with shimmering lips
Made with shallow burning rice
Kiss it deep hollow snake
Pretty pretty boiling key
Bowling grease
Recent head
Emerald wand loosen the gate
Every seed clutch and hiss
Ivory band
Slivered witch
I’ll be cough bleed in wall
Gather need and bury hate
In a place with nether men
Curtains breathe the death you hem
Get a thorn in a side
Ask a priest
Get it right
Mind daze marionettes
Blasted ties
Carbon debts
Red intended burning dice
Jism deed
Fallen mice
Putrid fur a glisten bliss
Glass untied the shimmering hiss
Insect lives inside your brain
Heaven’s spore
Another day
Painted here
Enter in
Dove will slake and once again
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7. |
The Mars Escape
04:40
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The Mars Escape
It sent you here
The city of the sun who follows fear
The Mars Escape
A different game
The bitter taste that follows rain
The Mars Escape
Has made you hear the distant cry of folding near
The Mars Escape
The Mars Escape
It sent you here to breathe the light and burn the air
The Mars Escape
The scent of fate
A deeper mind
A killer of Cain
The Mars Escape to keep you clean
The acid mind
A bending scream
The Mars Escape
The Mars Escape
Our signal slipped
The words obey the severed hip
The Mars Escape
We have two skins
Too soon be cold beneath the wind
The Mars Escape
The metal stare
The siege of rain
The end of fear
The Mars Escape
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8. |
The Mighty Calm
04:39
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That timid wrest I feel as I grab the lurching train
And saving my way onto those rails
Which straight along bids past farewell
I count by clicks now three by three
And so steady on to winter’s freeze
For a place of my own ahead
The silent child that is the past
Vacant and hollow as a refugee
And folded deep inside my nest
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9. |
The Rain House
04:29
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A serenade
A timid gaze
A potted room
I have some ways
Simmer down into clay
Water rise
Spread it grey
One is thing
One is two
Come with me on a broom
Heal the lame
Nothing helps
But the kind soothing ship
Feed a love
Sinking down onto knees
Kiss the gate of dying leaves
I see the night
A noisy peace
The petal rain
A cooling reach
Sinking down onto knees
Kiss the gate of dying leaves
Feed a love
One
Two
A broken room
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10. |
The Solid View
04:30
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The sullen caste is right
Catapults that Simon Says
The solid view is gone
As pilgrims on the road to Canaan faced with heavy gains And burdened in our temples we gaze upon another setting sun as if it were forever
I can see inside the pattern insect idle inside a monkey
I have no one to bow to and come from the seas
I don’t need that iron symbol
The bio-cerebral genetics of love are just a code
So what is the physics of maybe?
The universal laws of perhaps?
The grand unified theory of chance that turns this code to another human soul
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11. |
The Tepid Siege
04:40
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Split that drone in the middle of a freak
They keep me alive as a pore in a snake
And every time that I spin the wheel
Saints in beyond the way to meal
To brood my time is a leavened waste
Will was gone before the hammered gate
I’ll meet you there you can break my days
The wolf will eat the horse to fate
Race to Rome in the middle of the weak
Mind your life with the lord you take
Every time that I spin the wheel
Safely there is the way I feel
Did you know my time is a heaven taste
This sublime is a hardly wait
Reaching there with my days
The wolf will eat the horse to fate
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12. |
The Wax Mistress
05:51
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It’s a paradise
Face a foolish beast
Crush disintegrate
Twist the rippling day
Craft a testament
Go to ever ledge
I see weeping thorn
I see pictures of the temptation bridge
In my dusty rooms
In my giant fish
To the real deep
Out beyond the sill
With the marks of goat on my innocence
And all cornered men choose a different fate
And even daze this long lament
And then came near
And this their deuce
The bowling pin
Umbrella lift
Hold this indeed
A colder tide
The holy wake
The hood is black
It’s destiny the bones of trance
Why must I speak the potter’s grave
East of rain a fertile plain
Why must I be
Why must I die
Why must I want
Why must I cry
The fainting ear
The distant cease
The gold appear
The river falls
The living peace
It’s cold inside
A lonely way
A lonely drive
Take that sting make it light
Dead ahead potter’s grave
In the day it will take
Folds of grief into gone
Folds of 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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