1. |
Topsoil
03:44
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
well, need to feed
agreed, though please
don’t sink your teeth
into me, see
yeah, yeah yeah
hold off
don’t mutter
we can lip read
I only mentioned
barely addressed the complex situation
with compression, reaction like chemical
heat funnelled while it remains neutral
engulfs all it touches
the vessel of our skin now trembles
the endless verbal barrage wrestles
Control from all those involved,
Re-gifts to vigilant vandals
they love the spectacle, scandal its called
huddled to light of this dying candle
That flickered and died the dark
smothered by wax of its own
that melted and burned…
a flame that hungered and yearned
Learned any lessons, we’ll see
To test and repeat
your actions, repeat
defines your, repeat
Condition, repeat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
well, need to feed
agreed, though please
don’t sink your teeth
into me, see
yeah, yeah yeah
hold off
don’t mutter
we can lip read
The heat and turmoil rage below topsoil
we lip sync to our favourite cannibals
As their teeth drip, as their feet shift, dance in the dirt
Unearth the shattered mantle that held till man
shifted its girth,
the universe at the absurd nature of our prance and twist,
let the words to its lips
“What fresh hell is this?”
“with none to witness would they still live?”
“do they have incentive?”
this was muttered, so no answer
Dancing feet blistered
Singing voice splintered
Sounded like a chorus
more of us, just what we wanted
Yeah, yeah, yeah
well, need to feed
agreed, though please
don’t sink your teeth
into me, see
yeah, yeah, yeah
hold off
don’t mutter
we can lip read
As your feet shift, will the mood lift
can you keep it? can we re-gift?
can you lease it? You’ll reap it
rewards, pause, how much deeper?
toil soil keeps getting looser
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2. |
Breathing
02:50
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Can’t say i’m enjoying this feeling, but feeling just anythings great so, uhh
As I’m still feeling confused and stupid like what is this shit, and you’re all like duh
Guess I'll keep feeding this creature with the liquor and when I have to explain, I slur
My speech and my reach keeps shrinking and I can’t provide any real answers
Its probably about that time I take a look at my reflection and figure how much I have aged
My father has grown, but that look his eyes makes me feel like we’re on the same page
Perhaps it never turns, the plot that never twists, i’ll have to own up quite soon
Makes sense that its time, yet fear takes the place where I once thought was immune
I’m creeping on the meaning i’ve been seeking all this evening
I’m just kidding, i’ve been looking all around most of my life
I’ve been walking blind, giving myself strife
Shy from most fights, always at the first sight
Now that bleedings meaning living I can reason with the drunken
Only knowing I was looking away from the foresight
But in hindsight, it can take time
And now i’ll rewind, attempting for the hard grind
With thick skin I did quicken, I kept moving, I kept shooting
I kept losing, my skin bruising over time though its softened
Worried that it’ll split, and I can’t take a hit
But the feeling of it breathing is like taking off an outfit
Breathing still? Be seeing in the morning, in the mean time
taking lime to the wound, salts improves mood, I grimace
And I shiver still thinking whats to come
Keep pushing though thinking or hoping we’ll become one
Breathing still? Be seeing in the morning
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3. |
Mention
01:57
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Intro:
I’ve been losing any sense of self,
regardless of my history
thinking almost constantly
about me selfishly
Looking like I'm learning
more forgetting anything
that I was ever thinking
what could possibly compose me
Verse:
It's about that time
I guess I got cocky, lost position in line
Or maybe I made that shit up
Next chapter shut
write the next line with my gut
I could take a sign
If I believed in shit like the fucking divine
Simple as a turn in this life of mine
it’ll twist all around but it follows confines
Maybe not as unique
You’re a special little guy is sounding kinda weak
Once held to reality that doesn’t speak
back, the future sometimes looks kinda bleak
Maybe that’s the point
A story in the void never disappoints
Odds are infinite, never tell that to me
I’ll try once again, past take 23
Hook:
This dumb fucker in the mirror looks lost
What cost is worth it for the gloss.?
This stupid fucker in the mirror seems lost
What cost
What cost
Verse:
Finding it hard to be honest
I think I might be joining in the chorus
put it in to words, sounds a bit absurd
and its no surprise we like dramatic answers
Living a life as lights camera action
with echo chambers in a vacuums suction
keeping your diction like its written
never listen, do anything and all for attention
Always rolling,
and its ready to cut
if you give to much and open door can then shut
we want reflections but nothing human
no reminders of the momentary nature of our
situation
we’ll enjoy the fiction, entice the friction
the greatest show of all left us fear stricken
What lesson to be learned
falls on blind or closed eyes and ears deafened
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4. |
Strange World to Love
03:48
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Uh, What a strange world to love
Uh, Only knows push and shove
Uh, Dagger with a white glove
Uh, Nothing else comes above
Now i’m not worried, i’m not worried
When this shit gets dire, ok a bit worried
we don’t all read
All the means to push forward
but we’ll take it slow which is just our speed
As the world around burns or smoulders, look to the sky like “oh?”
Is that a ufo? Well quick everyone, at least put on a good a show”
As we let our blood flow free, and fucking anything go
Like giving our worst the keys and put’ em up toe to toe
And fuck it, at the edge why not, get dramatic, have fun and forgo
any thoughts that are needed of safety, we’re stars, no time for a sideshow
with clocks counting down ever closer, midnight chimes on the psychos
We’ll look up briefly from our screens, see a cloud through our windows
Uh, What a strange world to love
Uh, Only knows push and shove
Uh, Dagger with a white glove
Uh, Nothing else comes above
Now i’m not worried, i’m not worried
You sat it through, no refunds
And your on the bill, now its curtains
you missed your turn, should have opened
with all the lights up, now its darkened
Fat lady sings while we starve to death
Last curtain call for our very last breath
Lights up, yeah the show's over
Show over yeah the shows over
If there's anyone out there get the lights up
For our last hurrah on the cusp
Of calamity, bring insanity
Our show titled 'fear and vanity’
Written and staring the worst of
humanity, mindlessly stumble blindly
the shows over
Uh, What a strange world to love
Uh, Only knows push and shove
Uh, Dagger with a white glove
Uh, Nothing else comes above
Now i’m not worried, i’m not worried
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5. |
Last Poem
04:52
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A sliver appears in the index as you write
your last regrets that to
get down
took you just about all night
wait year round that illusive burst inspiration, to hit
in the end though
you find again through a hollow pen
and plain white powder, eyes grow wider
descriptions wilder
self loathing turn poetry
in your mind it's ready now for the world to see
Breathing heaving. set it down
every sound, impossibly loud
small mouse across the ground, it runs
like giant steps, they compound
to thunder, tearing your mind asunder
no rudder in this storm, your sails worn
your torn from the seat you’ve slumped in now for weeks
Speak to yourself, flail arm to clear the shelf
your last wealth, worth not a thing
scream or sing, as you realise, what you’ve done
the last line of a broken man told for the rising sun
A mirror in verse to converse with the worthless
dressed in complex literary terms so it turn it acts with purpose
but these words confuse in place of working in service
of the audience you sort to coerce out their crevice
Perhaps a reflective surface taken without context
simple phrases repeated, and meaning left to guess
and with direction lost, the mind distressed
enclosed in a self deprecating headdress
the last line of a broken man told for the rising sun
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6. |
Chasing a Fake Sun
03:10
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Eyes sunken
Feeling quite stunned
Left chasing, Left chasing a fake sun,
Don’t get those lights up,
this blue unearthly glow from my window to the world
frames me just so,
go take a photo or a hundred
with a hundred thousand words
we’ll blur the lines between our lives and the actors
your middle of the road absurd nature
makes a great show
we’ll plug in, no connection
my obsession matches yours
with nothing left
It's what we live for
Eyes sunken
Feeling quite stunned
Left chasing, Left chasing a fake sun,
Don’t get those lights up,
in the dark performing self surgery
butchery crafting in the image of our heroes gallery
including misery we chisel and chip away
anything that we don’t need
leave on the cutting room floor
humanity and more
no exit through the door
just out of frame leave the gore
an eyesore
living as their decor
unsure if they’ll ever adore
an image well constructed
representing something real
you conceal
Leaving bare bones
do you know whats below whats shown
do you watch reflections
like inception just image in an image
in a dream that you call living
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Khao Records Port Macquarie, Australia
Khao records is an experiment in sound. An eclectic journey through the multifaceted world of electronic music.
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