1. |
Nothing At All
02:59
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too early to bed
too early to rise
from the bed
in which we lied
in which we said
nothing at all
we're nothing at all
love is a thing that can't be read
love is something that must be bled
needle to the nerve
for a stitch upon her seams
a cradle on the edge
a glitch in the machine
stuck inside the camera eye
blind to the peripheral
everything i try to see
is nothing at all, nothing at all
a fruit, red like a gash is a stye
dried up an apple plucked from the rye
and this silicon angle forced me to cry
when it fucked an asshole of my eye
we're nothing at all
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2. |
(footnote)
00:09
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3. |
The Hell With Bells
01:37
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4. |
Jed in Vegas
00:42
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5. |
Illness Walks Eternal
04:44
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6. |
Sonik M'Youth
02:01
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7. |
Grindr Weekend
01:18
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8. |
The Lonely Crowd
01:52
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got a psychedelic rock in my back pocket my slingshot
is ready to cast the first stone
cos I gots to get my rocks off
it hurts to go home alone
they use ronald rayguns against aliens, their star wars
start bar wars between the poor and the meek
i confuse mass illusion with refusal and preclude opportunities
for immunity in my impunity against the freedom to speak
so dont speak freely to your boss or your maker
or all the quakers with handguns will make revolution moans
just make worker bee drones in complacency homes
and you can atone to the devil to make sure you don't go home alone
happiness is a new idea
unborn mothers wed undead dads and make
webporn babies with underfed calves
and they're begging solomon to cut em in halves
so they can piss and shit and laugh down untread paths
it's a story of an eye that can never ever see
eye's born roam free, whatever freedom means...
but you still can't reach 360 degress
you still can't reach 360 degrees
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9. |
The Men In My Sinus
01:50
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10. |
M4M Noise Saga
01:02
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11. |
Meet Next Crash
01:05
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12. |
Exxon Your Eyes
03:56
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13. |
(undeveloped cannister)
00:10
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14. |
Witnesses
03:43
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15. |
Organic Rust
03:23
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16. |
Mother Tom
03:46
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oh help me tom have you seen my knife?
have you seen my wife? have you seen my life?
cos you seem to know it better than I
from what you pieced together in that waitresses' eyes
everything seems so unfamiliar
since you decided you were gonna kill her
deliver my soul from this awful place
i've been wandering around in a dizzy haze
i find myself spinning in figure eights
i guess i was just too easy to manipulate
and your rapist friend could never steer you wrong
it's like that old familiar song
"honey, it may not ever be the best
but you sometimes you gotta take what you can get
you gotta slash and burn and fuck all the rest
if you really want more than adequate sex"
got god on line number two
got a mission from him to you
ol' lacey and webber are strapped to their beds
and missy's been kissing corpses while you turn your head
oh lord, just don't let him see
the truth will strangle him in his dreams
it takes a whole lot more for a man to be free
than the thunderous remorse of whosoever he deems
he tells me don't forget who you are
don't you ever forget who you are
you got 9 total reasons to get in your car
and if you ain't driving in circles, you've gone too far
"oh man you don't know how it is
wait 'til you have to pay your taxes and shit"
they might grab that girl in dry storage
you both laugh and sing of your own courage
the neighbor's feeling intimidated
ICE is gonna take away her kids
cos she's got no rights, but that skinny white bitch
bends time and space when she blows a fit
maybe she got the details all wrong
it was me in that test tube all along
i was incubated in the strong of your arm
and the gun to my head's gonna keep us from harm
mother tom, you were always there
mother tom, can you ever repair
all the damage that's been done to my peripheral vision?
I can't see straight, I can't make decisions
I dont know what else I can do
but be the me that has grown through you
why don't you just open up that womb
i feel like crawling into my tomb
cos it feels so nice to live off absolutes
just strap me in by the chicken wire of my roots
feels so nice to live off absolutes
and strap me in by the chicken wire of my roots
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17. |
Feel It Through
01:37
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19. |
Every Exit a Perimeter
02:09
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20. |
Final Boss (A Cure)
05:07
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Remissive Records North Haven, Connecticut
Remissive Records is a collection of electronic acts with unique concentrations, although some seem unable to hold attention.
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