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Damn Near Ineluctable
02:56
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Damn Near Ineluctable
Got dropped off wheezing coal-faced on the side of the road
Nestled in the mountains in the dark not far from a town I thought I used to know
Heading towards the cut got startled by the voice of a ratty old hobo
He said, "What's the matter you been gone too long to remember your old friend,
Bobby Jones? You been out on the coast?
"Don't need the cogs of your devotion to keep running this accursed regime.
Don't assume nobody's interested in what you think about how things might seem.
You think the Illuminati's weaning their machines off gasoline?
You gotta find a way to spurn your wheels, and get around by other means.
They got the world in tow…."
—J. Breeden
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Bring Down the Lights
05:08
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You chewed up my stomach and bit into my eyes
You told me I look better off dead than alive
So bring down the lights boys and realize that will keep this building
The house was abandoned, the floor shaved a stain
You crackled my bones and showed me down the drain
So bring down the lights boys and realize that will keep this building
My clothes smell like earth where worms like to hide
You sit within view of those that have just died
So bring down the lights boys and realize that will keep this building
It wasn't just the sun, when the morning comes
It wasn't all our fault, when the morning comes
—Andre Coberly, Sara Johanne
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Jumper
03:30
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Jumper, jumper, take my photo and fly
This parachute, my parachute will save my life to night
you'll find me at the bottom, I'll be working alright
—Andre Coberly
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The streets are paved with dynamite
Shards of Sierra, laid across the sky
The screens of our dreams will abandon us all
The walls close in, but never fall
We've got a ways to go
Before we can pretend to know
—J. Breeden
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Banishment
04:45
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The lines on the map were vanishing
Demarcations of banishment
What became of the vessel is a mystery
Lights arising from beneath the sea
The crimes were ascribed to noble men
But paid for by the innocent
On a pilgrimage to the Orient
Running up a tab when the money's all spent
Silver chain on his watch & embroidered seams
The second hand ticks in centuries
The low hanging fruit warded off the good deeds
& the raindrops fell like apostrophes
The slave to evolution was heaven sent
A raven haired mistress that never said where she went
So easy to control, if only up to an extent
Sacrificing all self-governance
Her feet were cloven
& her pants were wet
Her palate was chosen
In shades of regret
She made a lunge for the color
Clearly in debt
Relying on memory
Clearly bereft
Felt the thunder before they heard a sound
Standing in the fields just looking around
Lightning emanated up from her crown
Just passing the time is a battleground
—J. Breeden
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Golden Arms
04:26
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There was a man, a kind of stunted lad
he spent his days in various waiting rooms
He had a dog, born from a petri dish
Became a mighty tree, planted on the coastal side
And those golden arms keep pushing me down towards the sea.
Woke on a wave, on a leaky raft
I had no oars and yet I seemed to splash
I built a wing from an army cot
Laced it with chrome from an old robot
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Kriget
04:01
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Kriget er begyndt
en kugle i din ryg
for dem der flygter
efterladt lige ved starten
Kriget var aldrig overstaet
kun efterladt og bleget i solen
men skyggerne er stadig lange
den sidste ende er altid her
Kriget er tilfaldigt
forgifter sig selv
midlertidlige sejre
forenens kun denne gang
Kriget er fortabt
meninglost og ubetydlig
i lyset af hjulet
som uafbrudt drejer
—Sara Johanne, Jason Breeden
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Frankenstein
05:59
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Bury me with a light so I can still read
Bury me with a tube so I can still breath
Bury me under glass so my family can see
Bury me with a map so I can still leave
Frankenstein's alive tonight
Find me a wife with hair so white
Marry me with a priest who's not afraid to cry
Marry me with an oath that last until I die
Put two coins on my eyes so I can still ride
Undress me by the river wash me as I lay
-Andre Coberly
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