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Motion
04:27
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Cradle of symbols
Having this kind
Dreaming is simple
We're high all the time
Oh it's changing, Oh it's changing
Oh it's changing the times
Words are the symbols
Have you no shame
See all the symbols
Yet nothing is real
Oh it's changing, Oh it's changing
Oh it's changing the times
Men die for symbols
There is no change
Flying your banners
Death is the same
Oh it's changing, Oh it's changing
Oh it's changing the times
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Axle
04:33
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Dig deep violate a nation
Bold steps to eradicate the nation
Take our rights and hold them with you
Despite the irrelevance of issue
I hear the noise of lies and rhetoric
I hear the sound of coming tyrants
More men are claiming revolution
They say that I am just a communist
We want more equal distribution
Our voice a social revolution
Deploy a policy of silence
The voices of a new alliance
This change is something to be feared now
Rise up against the old oppression
En masse a culture of aggression
Has split a people of sensation
Whisper said
Cha ching
Going down
So long
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Spokes
03:41
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Creepy times
All types are knowing
Creepy times
Our wind is blowing
I don't know what the message is that you bring
I don't know if the winters turn into spring
Creepy times
Folding into policy
Desperate times
Feeling like stones
Undermined
Throwing us bones
I don't know if your strength will turn into waste
I don't know if your power's the source of your fear
Creepy times
You watch your back
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Spin
04:03
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Then a man came up to see me
He swallowed, a life force
He swallowed, in anger at being
And a man comes up so hollow
He's broken, he's passive
He's taken the future unseen
And a man walks by me fearful
He's trembling and shaking
Ignoring the real enemy
Simple last time economy
{We are the chosen ones)
If a man risks all his living
With torture and hiding
And falling, and never to see
When a man comes here for solace
I'm silent with pleasure
With deference, with kindness unseen
If a man comes for protection
I'm silent, I'm passive
I'm hollow, I'm never to see
Simple last time economy
{We are the chosen ones)
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5. |
Round
04:31
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Realize that nothing isn't nothing isn't
Nothing isn't there
Ceilings on the walls upon the windows
And the gates aren't really there
Blasting glasses shine above it all
They shine but nothing isn't real
Symbols of a massive infiltration
Isn't coming from the crowd
In the sea
Can I see another rain
Can I feel another rain
Can I feel another pain
Oh in the viaduct
In the viaduct
In the viaduct
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Circles
05:09
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Balanced world as balanced go
We celebrate the leaders who show kindness
We see them come and see them go
They're rare to find and even rarer to stay with us
Bullets take them to the wind
Despots overthrow them in their weakness
Strength of matters in the world
From a life beyond they come to haunt us
It seems we've fallen down to
(Feel like rolling on)
Right now we're lowered down to baser instincts
We let the criminals and despots rule us
Exchanging rights for profits is their business
Cheapen your worth as human beings
Precious time to live your lives
Never asking more than simple patience
Celebrate the lives of those who sacrificed for freedoms of the people
They're coming now to grab your soul forever
Wretched anger fields the armies bludgeon
Grab for land and grab for power over
This has ever and will always truth be
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7. |
Radius
05:39
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Feel it violate the single razors of a solitary beast
If it causes changes in the martyrs as they walk into the beast
Rolling rolling down the highways of the mysteries
See them all around, I see the tanks and bombs and anger of the beasts
Circling the wagons
Count them there in a horrid game
(The reason necessary)
Signaling the armies to the circle of protection for the beast
View the tensile vomit of a despot in deliverance of his speech
Stomping on the children as they march along in boots upon the streets
Walk upon the bodies of the innocents on fire with holy rage
Circling the wagons
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Roll
04:56
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Feast of fire, cannonball dance
To the ground, in subservient stance
On your knees to masters of the weapons
In the hands of desperate heathens
Who pretend to be your gentle fathers
Find your strength, numbers don't lie
Overthrow with a funeral pyre
Taking all the arms away and
Leaving with a naked ember
Satisfy your sacred anger
With an overthrow of danger
Ages of men wanting to rule
Take them down, they all will fall
Never ending line of despots
Falling as their palace crumbles
More will rise to take their places
More to topple through the ages
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Travelling
05:09
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The rest of men are falling out of free
And delivers them to mouths who want to feed
When I see it come I run right back to view
And I lie awake in politics with you
Hold it down we're saved
Pull them down today
Go upon the sun a happening
(I understand)
(Go inside it)
Well the bosses of the world are breaking bread
And the conversation changes to the dead
The bodies of the children are unseen
And the conscience of the people stays unclean
Hold it down we're saved
Pull them down today
Go upon the sun a happening
(I understand)
(Go inside it)
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Spiral
05:06
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Rolling down
Rolling pain
Swollen lips
Swollen men
And a hound dog
And a simple event
Feast of men
In a cage
See them trapped
In a rage
And a hanging
Is a single event
Violation of men
Violation of rage
Violation of fate
Violation in death
Violation okay
Violation of a man
I can't exist, I cannot see
Going down in violation
Is it deep greedy days
Cannot see the violation
Greeting dark dusty days
We cannot see the violation greed
As they feel
Crawling pain
Swollen lips
Swollen men
And a gesture
Of shackles interred
Swollen wrists
Swollen pride
In these mists
They will hide
A figure
In darkness abides
Violation of men
Violation of rage
Violation of fate
Violation in death
Violation okay
Violation of a man
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Whirls
04:15
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Change of innocence
You find nothing there
I feel a plan come down
I feel a dervish stare
Rosin on the hand
Rise upon a stare
Reason innocence
Smokey atmosphere
We have unknown
All we have it known
A finer supplicant
I find them all to stare
I find them in a room
I find it's never there
Cold and heavenly
Inside isn't free
Nothing home to be
It hasn't all of me
We have unknown
All we have it known
Realize we haven't nation fallen out of ease
Realize that our whole nation fallen on disease
Realize we have a nation calling down to fear
Realize that our whole nation doesn't want to hear
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Gyro
04:42
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Cheapened as you might not follow storms
You find a symmetry
Guest of honor finds inside a storm
You see a mystery
Guns along a wall of fractured saints
You hear the damages
Find a lonely soul without a name
He turns to chemistry
You find Nepal
You find Sikkim
Find a will and the cold is falling
Shame of the fallen the call isn't coming
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13. |
Mandala
05:17
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How long the mastery
Cage is set proprietary
Holding down in misery
Hold us down supremacy
Holding down and lie upon
Foot on neck your lies abound
See us there as supplicants
We are timid to obey you
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Dervish
05:07
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With a grease upon the fire
It calls upon the dead
And raining all the patriotic slogans on your head
Cold as all the winters
And the soldiers all the same
Sounds of propaganda from the radios of hate
Isn't it the same as purges
Isn't it a dream
Crawling down the alleys and it's washing down the drain
Everyone's in prison
Yet everyone is free
Kings and priests and governments are working towards the end
I find a lane
I find a listen
Find a stable government
In the land of Greeks
All the men agree on one thing, all agree on keeping peace
What this means is keep dissention
Creeping in the bowels
Keep the voices in a silence covered up in fear
With their lips up to the chalice
With the semen covered dead
An institution made of malice filled with talking heads
The resurrection of the masses
Gathered like a storm
Overthrow the tattered tassels, keep those bodies warm
I find a lane
I find a listen
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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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