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Slow Motion
03:56
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It’s a slow flow, like luck and gold.
Their dark love birds cry out
but I hear nothing noise.
I feel nothing for these thieves.
You’d never know why
a cold, blood sky of thick silk clouds
was ever changing as we wait inside.
I’ll never compromise.
Don’t lose the frame.
Can I let go?
The dead wood burns.
Ashes to action,
dark stardust.
There’s a show down at high noon on the square.
And for your sake,
I hope you've come prepared.
All that glitters,
you were told
like dinosaur and newspaper.
It’s a long way to top of the iceberg, captain please
correct the great divide
I got my wits about
and forty-five.
You know some day
it’s coming.
The sun is setting.
(All good things taste differently.
When I sleep my hands turn together to the sea.)
May beauty be simple.
May beauty take me home.
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2. |
Bad Air, Still Water
06:12
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God help me,
This monochrome adage!
Please don't read too much into
what happened here.
I thought it was over,
and I pretend to know
your ghost would never take me
back to you.
Don’t pay any mind to the cynical.
They don’t know any better.
What was signed on the dotted line
conceptualized in a deviled egg then swallowed whole.
Cast out in the darkness,
there is nothing else.
The blind man patrols his inner self.
Don’t pay any mind to the cynical.
They don’t know any better.
Underlined was the goddamned lie
conceptualized in a deviled egg then swallowed whole
and now you choke on your word
given to a higher self.
Conceptualized.
If everything’s connected
through suffering on endless wave,
A handheld hellhound of white blood cells
turning backwards.
Don’t pay any mind to the cynical.
They don’t know any better.
What was signed on the dotted line
conceptualized in a deviled egg then swallowed whole.
Is there is no escape
am I enslaved to the feeling?
Another human shape
Starts to form, the time is fleeting.
Is there no escape
I mean, am I even helping?
Could you, just in case
Hold me responsible?
There must be some mistake.
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She’ll take you down below the violent waves
In a bodybag tied to a stone.
Yes it’s a hard place and you’re bending bones.
I can’t get out of this. She won’t leave me alone
long enough to see, you and me.
We gotta work it out, but now I got my doubts.
She’ll take you.
She’ll take you down.
You know the truth ain't never strange enough.
I had a breakthrough.
Not that I owe you
I bought and sold you.
I thought I told you.
I thought I told you I’d never toe the line.
Totalitarian to the core. It's no way to love me baby
Please just
Let it die.
Now wait a minute
I could be wrong but
my anima is on the run, yeah
She got a million six foot holes,
Buried her secrets down below
Don’t think I hadn’t
caught onto
the wicked way you cry and misconstrue
all this wanted attention.
I don't care anymore what you said about me.
Make sure they spell my name right because
I’ve found the skeleton key.
It’s an uprising,
your flying monkeys.
This ain’t no striptease
I’ve seen it all before.
Crossed my heart again
I never hope to die.
I’m just improvising
without you
hanging around.
Now wait a minute
For my swan song
‘cause black widow wearing push-up bras have
adulterated my last nerve.
To think of just how undeserving
This boogeyman that you portrayed.
the furious audacity
to say I never did nothing for you.
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Olive Mountain
05:17
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Here I am again wallowing in it.
Look at the mess you've made of your kingdom.
It would appear
you’ve gotten your comeuppance.
But what if I’m wrong?
I've got nothing left to lose.
My fountainhead’s through the noose hanging from your willow.
And I don’t want to know the reason you’ve been
throwing stones at me.
Don’t you know I’m only human,
not some plastic Christmas tree.
Okay, I get it.
You’re happier,
Paid off the cable news networks
and they’ll spin my words,
But don’t you think I wanted this for you?
Oh God, have mercy on me.
Bad undertones
and diamond science
is all you got so I separated
your blood from a stone.
The color’s faded.
Is that all you got? No.
It’s more than I am into.
It's such an easy mark.
How did we get this far behind the horizon’s tendency to
keep his distance while the sun eats her young?
It was a foolish attempt at ceasefire, no.
Okay, I get it.
It’s the end of the world.
We might as well all go home and give up
I mean, what’s the use
in ignoring the control freaks?
They’ve had a leg up since before we were born.
Now I hideaway thinking of when I didn’t care so much.
So just tell me the truth. If you’re autonomous too.
Why can’t you just let me go on and find my own way?
Bad undertones
and diamond science
is all you got so I separated
your blood from a stone.
The color’s faded.
Is that all you got? No.
It’s more than I am into.
Bad undertones
and pseudo science
no afterthought, so I separated
your blood from a stone
The color’s faded.
Is that all you got? No.
Don’t try me. I can see through the walls.
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5. |
All I Ever Wanted
04:26
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Ginger cream, sweet to taste
I don’t know how commonplace it is
to fantasize about someone for so long.
But to think another place or time,
we’d pull off victimless crime,
avoided all of this heartache
is real enough to dream about.
Do you think I
ever could
rely on this?
It’s a feeling
that’s escaped me in the past
My hesitance is complicated.
(Some times I want you.
Sunbeams fall on me
& take me away for a while.)
Don't get it wrong I still think about you all the time.
and now wonder if I’d even feel this way about you
If I hadn’t tried so hard to counterfeit the way you looked at him that night,
in hindsight it's revealing.
Do you think I
ever could
rely on this?
It's a feeling
that’s betrayed me in the past.
Romantic or
exaggerated?
(Some times I want to.
Sunbeams fall on me
& take me away for a while.)
Is it real if I think it?
Is it real enough?
It’s real if I think it.
Is it real enough to chance?
Is it real if I think it?
Is it real enough?
It’s real enough I figure.
That's all I ever wanted from you (x8)
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When the walls come down
I’ll confess to priests of progress
every transgression, candidly and calm,
as if I weren’t so proud,
I’ve made space to fill.
Was this all for nothing?
I’m lost. Am I on the right path.
Is god even listening
or was it all a laugh at my expense?
I don’t know about fate
but I felt the big bang, a car crash,
in every broken heart I’ve held and buried out back.
Could I one day settle down
become a good husband and father?
Would anyone hear this song?
Was it worth the bother?
A fool’s paradise.
Steady on, my friend.
We don’t know how this all plays out.
Into the jaws of anyone who means us harm. They’ll know
we’re carved from stone.
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7. |
Crazy Eights
05:58
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I woke up alone on the outside
Looking in, with all the compassion of
The hunters tiptoe in the shadows,
Blessing his kill, completing a circle.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way through.
This fanatical faith in a culture
That blames our pain on others who won't fall in line.
They'll hate when you change into someone
They can't see yet, like fading from photographs.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way through.
Don't let it consume you.
They'll grin and confuse you.
Their bias is blind and leading the blind.
Don't fall in line.
You don't have to do as they do.
It's a bitter pill I know it.
Just let it go.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.
You misunderstood.
It's slipping through my fingers.
I'm trying to reach you.
I tried to find a way.
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8. |
Born On Fire
02:00
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You have a choice in the matter.
What's the matter with you?
Time is on your back,
So swim the river and fill your lungs.
We drink the dark to see the sun.
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9. |
Harakiri
03:56
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Quietly seek the kingdom of lull.
Brutality in between their golden arches.
It’s relentless.
He told me that all the world's a stage.
Isn’t it funny? They’ll think I got lucky.
The blade went in. I’m bleeding out
unwritten stories, the bleak allegorical
mess in me. The art of the comeback.
I’ve grown uninspired, the beetle on its back,
White lies, her mouth’s a cul de sac.
Little table, set yourself
apart from the whole.
I can’t do anything about it now.
Don’t tell me that
I’m the one you blame.
Dopamine junkies, blind outrage, and zombies.
Welcome the fool’s golden age.
Two realities, their armies approaching.
Part the sea or brace for impact.
Oh you’re good.
Oh you’re real good.
But you’d better settle your debt with the devil.
Settle your debts.
Oh you’re good.
Oh you’re real good.
A scarlet letter & no regrets. My existential marionette.
Oh you’re good.
Oh you’re perfect in almost every way,
I won’t forget. I’m sentimental.
But settle the debt. You live in a ghost town.
Or give me another excuse.
There's nothing easier than being miserable.
You’re so free you can choose bondage,
Black leather straps to match your outfit.
Am I a monster with two heads?
can I tame them both to look the same direction?
Tooth of time. The empire’s suicide
I think I’m having an out of body experience.
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Midnight prayers float up from the city in boxes wrapped in bows.
Policemen walk with fists full of flowers and seek out honeybees.
And the playground swings, they sway in the breeze.
From up above you see the fluorescence.
It breathes consistently,
Captured on a disposable camera,
What you believe to be the reason not to fear where we're going.
When you're gone, the bedroom deflates.
The sheets are cool and still.
And here alone I now start to notice I'm moving with the whole damn world.
It's freeing.
And while brittle flames from cheap, candied candles
Form shadows on the walls.
All of my friends grow out by the garden.
Their music calms me down.
If you heard us play, you'd know for sure what we want.
What we want is.
It's a slow flow, like luck and gold.
It's a slow flow. All that glitters is gold.
May beauty be simple.
What a pity. Take me home.
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Futurist Austin, Texas
FUTURIST is the “Alt Rock, Psychedelic-Pop” project launched in Brooklyn, NY, with a unique take on psychedelic rock and earnest songwriting achieving a sound best described as "future-classic." By virtue of experimentation, a multimedia vision, and an energetic delivery, FUTURIST creates a wall of sound that ignites audiences with their own style and modern mythology. ... more
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