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Сталкер (Stalker)
04:26
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Professor and Writer, we are well met.
You'll both call me Stalker, for that's all you'll get.
We haven't got much time, so let me begin.
I'll need strict compliance to get us all in.
Deadly yet beautiful, The Zone
Don't wander off on your own
Nuts on a rag toss ahead
Stray from the path, and you're dead
What is your deepest desire?
When it comes down to the wire...
The room gives without asking why
as gentle rain drips from the sky
The room leaves us all with a mark
A strange unexplainable spark
This world makes you fight to survive
But when I'm in here, I'm alive
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2. |
Too Fond
03:08
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Hey there Brother,
Father isn't looking so good today
Let's get him down, then I'll head into town
Ah la la
I'll take horse
and the cents
'cause I'm done trying to make sense
of your words
My arguments strike like cudgel blows, I'll have you know
Ah la la la
Call my words fair punishment
Until these words are all but spent
Ask me where my old life went
I don't know
I have myself a little stoppit in the square
'til you saw me standing there
and it ended
Oh, you're making my head swirl
when you're calling me a beautiful girl
Ah la la la
Well now Brother's on his ladder throne
his confidence growing, madness showing
and he ain't such a terrible shot,
so you best watch what you got
Ah la la la
Call my words fair punishment
Until these words are all but spent
Ask me where my old life went
Ask me where my old life went
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3. |
Volucite - Aetherium
05:17
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Let's take a trip
through mountainous clouds
to the castle in the sky
You'll find it the same way
you find out you're dreaming
when you open your eyes
Take a step beyond the banks
and let yourself float downstream
Give in to the currents,
I'm sure that you'll taste what I mean
The sweet brass sings
as the white doves take flight
The crystals whisper
as they light the subterranean night
Those soldier boys can't take you
away from me
Remember your spell
and set yourself free
Darling hold me close
as we tumble through the storm
Darling lift me up
as we gently drift to shore
Darling lead the way
as we wander and explore
There's so much to say
when you open up the door
(liete latuparietos ulos aleaslos balolietolie)
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4. |
Lichen
03:26
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Intrusive fantasies lodging into my skull
of cracking when we're vulnerable
I'd set us up to fall
I'd reach into our chest
you'd tell me that it hurts
I'd grab that beating heart
and squeeze it til it bursts
With your pathetic cries
the last hope for me dies
I'd run back home to mother
spouting all those fucking lies
and they're really all for me
and she knows as well as I
but she'll probably let me
wallow in self pity til I die
because I was her brightest hope
and I slept that hope away
with a growing apathy
that's getting stronger every day
and even though this too shall pass
it's hard to see that from inside
hard to bust out from the
thick web of excuses where I hide
so for tonight and for tomorrow
and the day that's after that
please don't take me seriously
all my words will come out flat
I can figure all this out.
As a lichen I will cling
to barren rocky shores
in seas of lazy, self-made suffering.
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5. |
Field Day
04:37
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You and her and I
outside in college-ville, Ohio
Your boyfriend is off with toy friends
playing four-square in the grass
We chat in idle circles
as the park-side playthings shriek
lazy buzzing from the bees
as floating petals pass
Innocent in summer
Honeysuckle lemonade
and the way you bit your lip just there
must mean you want to play
She's spacing out on something,
feels the warmth and hears the sounds
she's quite present in her body,
but her words are not around
You say you wanna take us somewhere special
with a smirk
and the mischievous intensity
says you'll do all the work
We wander through the air-conditioned halls
with our feet bare
As the goosebumps creep up on your legs
I cannot help but stare
And then out into the pretty
little grassy green-eyed alcove
where the sun creeps over
flowing hillsides stretching on for miles
we lie beneath the overhang
that shades us from the sky
as the cars pass on the corner
we exchange our little smiles
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6. |
Imperfection
04:26
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Wrote one for her,
this one's for you
Grandmother told me I should
and I thought I should too
'cause it's getting hard to text you
when I've been gone for so long
wish that I could just go call you
don't know why that feels wrong
I've been there too
Heart's out to you
If one thing's true
Imperfection's underrated
You're doing it every night,
look at you
I'd say that's foolish
but I'm doing it too
Cheap beer and dream pop
when I'm feeling alone
I'm no example
when my parents aren't home
I've been there too
Heart's out to you
If one thing's true
Imperfection's underrated
And I'll lose it if I don't try
If I let you slip right on by
Don't go running for the door
I think this life can offer more
I've been there too
Heart's out to you
If one thing's true
Imperfection's underrated
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7. |
Coffeehouse Adventurer
04:32
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Raven hair
a goddess mane
your beauty goes
against the grain
a smile distinct and memorable
a radiance immeasurable
(you are so sudden)
Hide behind your slender hands
and melt with humble joy
prove your grace through photographs
and wisdom soft and coy
Wander through your happy life
surround yourself with peace
keep your humor hidden plain
in shy eyes' gentle crease
Coffeehouse adventurer
my dear you captivate
your simple glow improves the day
your life illuminates
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8. |
With You
04:24
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With you
yeah I could learn about a lot of things
music, art, and love and drugs and pain
especially pain
'cause I know you feel a lot of it
on the days when you feel anything
at all
With you
I could learn to be a better me
a person sensitive
to all your little flaw
and I could be there
I'm very good at being there
I'm very good at being there
With you
With you
the future is really very blurry
but I think we're going to hotly radiate
it's true
and there's no reason we should hurry
you take your time
and I'll give you mine
With you
(word soup)
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9. |
Sights & Sounds
06:30
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I think a part of me
wants to be your last goodnight
and if I can't I'll disappear
it's not a big deal man,
no worries, no! no problem,
maybe what I'm looking for
is not here
except of course it is
but I get a little anxious
not sure what I'm trying to say
I wait for opportunities
to slip in, shout my bit
and if it doesn't seem to catch on
drift away
Sometimes I strike out
Usually I strike out
Tonight...
Well, maybe I walked to the front porch
spent a half-hour catching up
with a great old friend from high school
who I think a lot about
and I finish up the convo
as I soak in my surroundings
and then she returns like clockwork
and demurely dances out
Am I comfortable in larger groups?
Or do I get confused?
Do I need to hang with closer friends?
She tells me I can choose
How do all these funny people
wind up in this funny house
with all these funny feelings
in their heads?
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Irving & The Axolotls Cleveland, Ohio
Loren and I are friends from Cleveland, Ohio. We've worked with each other (and other friends too!) to make music as a hobby for several years now. These projects are mostly for fun, but they also provide a great outlet for us to share and discuss music with other friends and archive the stuff we've worked on. ... more
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