1. |
Still Life
05:09
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Dead summer days
Down in the hallway
They wait
They stand and stare
In the canvassed air
It's nothing
It's nothing at all
They say some words
About a girl on the wall
They talk so loud
Then move along
It's nothing
It's nothing at all
There's still life
There's still life
Tabled by the hands of our ghostly doubles
Tabled by and surrendering in kind
Maybe some day we'll...
Get back to ground
Learn to get lost
And then found
Reimagine grace
And reasons to pray
But for now
We're on display
But for now
We're on display
We're on display
But for now
All the world's a frame
But for now
What for now?
There's still life
There's still life
Tabled by the hands of our ghostly doubles
Tabled by and surrendering in kind
No it's nothing
It's nothing at all
No it's nothing
It's nothing at all
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2. |
Deep State (of You)
03:33
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Caught out in a funny situation
What if what they say is true?
If paradise is pure acceleration
Let me accelerate to you
I'm hanging by a thread of information
This venom's got me feelin blue
If the State's indeed a depth perception
I wanna feel the State of you all night
Conspiring to love
Against the future's whims
To love until the end
Turned out in a twisted conflagration
What if we were living wrong
If idle hands are evil's secret weapon
Put yours in mine until we're gone
If all that's left are forms of domination
We'll make our love with leather on
If hell is more than simple speculation
I wanna surf the fire with you all night
Conspiring to love
Against the future's whims
To love until the end
Conspiring to love
Conspiring to love
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3. |
Petit Inquisitor
03:35
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I catch your feeling on the turn around
I hear your gavel crack without a sound baby
Radical cause 404 never found
I only play the player when your system's down baby
You're always in mind
And outta sight
Your anhedonic flex don't let me move
Synaptic stop sign
You crash the night
Your sterile monolect fucks with my groove
Petit inquisitor
Your contextual hex is vatic
Your work is so fine
Petit inquisitor
Your programmatical fix is emphatic
You're always on line
Online!
Me in this lonely little world
Yea it's got me on the run
You the only light left in my eyes
My oppressive little sun
You're always in mind
And outta sight agential surrogate siring my view
Synaptic stop sign
Denuded flight
Like black box inhibitions always shirkin the news
Fleshy megazord
Security seeking design
Get get that bread like
The C-suite's just a state of mind
Petit inquisitor
Your contextual hex is so vatic
Your work is so fine
Petit inquisitor
Your programmatically fix is emphatic
You're always online
Me in this lonely little world
Yea it's got me on the run
You the only light left in my eyes
My oppressive little sun
You're always in mind
You're always in mind
And always on time
Always on....time
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4. |
Doin' Crimes
01:12
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That's a crime
Doesn't matter
Climb the ladder
That's a crime
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5. |
Serf's Up
03:34
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I'm in bad shape
No prayers for the modern automatics
I'm starving for answers
God used to know
But now he's dead like all the addicts
Drop my ego for a dime
It's all I got
To spend
And I'm waiting for the day
The day to end
Again
Daddy's out of work
He's drinkin alot
Scrapped the T-bird
Sold it for parts
Mama says she's dyin
Needs a new heart
She never had one
Bit late to start
Tryin
She's tryin
This whole town is outta business now
Tough luck
Serf's up
Who holds the weight of the precarious now?
Tough luck
Serf's up
Days in this life hurt
Tomorrow always knows
It's just what yesterday spent
Calculate a solution
It's like fixing a hole
In a Mandelbrot set
'Let it be done'
Said the poor graduate
'Four years in school all I learned was a debt'
She's left home
She's gone back again
Fooled on the pills
Now she's depressed
She's cryin
Oh you thought you were gonna win big?
You fucked up
Tough luck
Serf's up
Yea I get around
I'm workin six gigs now
Tough luck
Serf's up
Have a nice day
Thank you very much
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6. |
Famous After Dark
04:10
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Live like a dead man Sunday
Look like a ghost in the yard
Wake up breakfast on Monday
Put on a face
Out the door
Give up all of your answers
Stitch together the seams
That keep visions of dancers
Where they belong
In your dreams
And you
You always take it so hard
You always take it
Your face is scattered
We'll put it down to art
Take license main line
When you're famous after dark
Atheists praying to shrines in Central Park
The world starts turnin backwards
When you're famous after dark
Hey man you're goin the wrong way
You'll never get very far
They'll pick your brains with a hammer
And roll em right down the boulevard
Live like a priest on a Tuesday
Give some advice like you're clean
Silence comes on like a cancer
Like reality
Silence comes on like a cancer
Like reality
And you
You always push it so far
You always push it
Your face is scattered
We'll put it down to art
Take license main line
When you're famous after dark
Atheists praying to shrines in Central Park
The world starts turnin backwards
When you're famous after dark
When you're famous after dark
Hey man don't take this the wrong way
You'll never get very far
Hey man don't take this the wrong way
You'll never get very far
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7. |
Gaslit Futures
05:18
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I feel you're disillusioned
I feel you're all alone
I can see you've grown quite suspicious
Funny how this lonely hearts club wants to
Play so vicious now
I've seen the ghosts
I've heard the rumors
I've read their little proofs
What goods the truth
If it takes you for a loser?
Gaslit futures
Don't worry babe it's just a bit of evolution
Gaslit futures
Gaslit futures
Don't be ashamed it's just the weight of your confusion
Gaslit futures
Don't think
No you don't have to think twice
(When you're thinkin double)
Who said?
Who said we gotta play nice?
I hope you find what it is you think your missin
In the howl of the stranger's sacred voice
That cooks you in your kitchen
It's so vicious
It's so vicious
I've seen the ghosts
I've heard the rumors
I've read their little proofs
What goods the truth
If it takes you for a loser?
Gaslit futures
Baby I'm amazed at how you cancel my inclusion
Gaslit futures
Gaslit futures
Can't you take a joke?
It'd do some good for my illusion
Gaslit futures
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8. |
Opus Tele Dom
02:56
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Demi-urgency
Please keep up this world is passin me by
My feet are planted flat
And floating at one time
Common decency
Buffered tongues clocked by the latest designs
When I turn away
Will you disincorporate?
As real as fake can be
As real as fake can be
Let's follow that guy
He got aviator glasses
Let's follow that guy
He got deep destructive urges
Let's follow that guy
Looks like he got big repro organs
Let's follow that guy
He got model wife think she's gorgeous
As real as fake can be
As real as fake can be
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9. |
Daddy
04:31
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I turn on the machine
And he turns on me
Doctor doctrinaire
So taught and mean
He leaves me shook
He wipes me clean
Think I'll buy his book
Maybe even read it
He teaches me to fix my head
To wake up early make my bed
And I'll make friends if I'm well read
And I'll be cool if I'm well fed by
Daddy
Can't sleep without my Daddy
I can't dream without my Daddy
Without my Daddy
He touches me
So louche and violent
When he's in control
He sets me free
Yea he knows my skin
He knows love
Is a discipline of the body
He teaches me to be real strong
To work real hard and to belong
And honesty and don't be late
And if you do you'll find a mate like
Daddy
Can't sleep without my Daddy
I can't dream without my Daddy
You made me whole
A dawning quorum in my life
I'l never let you go
Without a fight
Whatever fury
Or evil
Or spite
I'll cross their lines
I'll cross their lines
Fuck their lines
I'm ready to die
I'm ready to die for
Daddy
Can't sleep without my Daddy
I can't dream without my Daddy
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10. |
Serf's Up (Reprise)
01:37
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Timeless nights
Glowing eyes
Future's bright
Surgeries without knives
It's hard to tell
If the wires are live
Serf's up
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11. |
Foamic Rituals
04:50
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I see you sewing your blank staff auto-magic self again
Undercover electronic maxy pocket parades
Constant thief of conversation
I liked it better when we got our kicks under the table
What's the point of even being here
If we're just being here
Alone together?
I feel you turning my organs to numbers
This present's vacant given gaslit futures
Such a bummer
It's such a bummer yea
I can see you disappearing know
In your foamic rituals
I can see that you're King Learing now
Tumbling through time, time, time
I can see you disappearing now in your foamic
Ok then nevermind
I think we dropped the line
I see you surfin your flesh light animatic stack again
Robbin the streets of the moxy mass pop fusillade
You're moving weight cause your fingers are bitchin
You look down
And if you ask we think it's hot
But I think I liked you better
When you didn't care
What we thought
I feel you turning my organs to numbers
Is their life inside the flash?
Or just a gas?
Should I start runnin?
Is my copy bugging?
I can see you disappearing know
In your foamic rituals
I can see that you're King Learing now
Tumbling through time, time, time
I can see you disappearing now in your foamic rituals oh yea
Your foamic rituals oh yea
Gimme stacks
Gimme weak knees
Gimme collapse
If the box seats can be gotten
Some voyeuristic shrine to relish nightly
We're not generating steam heat
We generate
We generate
Vanities of light
And don't we look so fine?
And don't we feel so right?
Our pockets get so hot
We're burnin tongues like sacred rites
There in the glassy square
There in the ring of spite
There in the voidoid stares
The motley cares pretend to collide
I can see you disappearing know
In your foamic rituals
I can see that you're King Learing now
Tumbling through time, time, timeI can see you disappearing know
In your foamic rituals
I can see that you're King Learing now
Tumbling through time, time, time
Through time, time, time
Through time, time, time,
Ok then nevermind
I think we dropped the line
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