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monuments
03:04
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hand against hand
the distance between us
lines on a map
shapes embodied in boundaries
a legible architecture
read in the darkness
skin and teeth
the distance between us
divides
monuments
desecrate the landscape
your tired slogans
are not our definitions
I will not be your monument
we will not be your monuments
fuck your monuments
degrading formations
(fuck it)
echoing boundaries that came before
we'll build a new definition
to create the shape
we wish to take
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blades of grass
01:12
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tired old slogans
02:26
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Neil:
I’ve been wearing my ideals
on a worn patch on my jeans
but these tired old symbols
won’t affect any change
in the face of oppression
we need our hearts on our sleeves
instead of tired old symbols
we need love, action, and rage
Drew:
sentenced to the world
etched in signs and symbols
scrawled on stones and mirrors
drawn in palms and fingers
hungry ghosts trying to connect
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sol invictus
02:33
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au milieu de l'hiver
j'apprenais enfin
qu'il y avait
en moi un été
au milieu de l’enfer
j’ai découvert en moi
un paradis
English translation:
in the middle of winter
I understood finally
there was in me a summer
in the middle of hell
I discovered in myself
a heaven
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5. |
new athens or bust
02:41
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cell zero
I’m in the basement
you’re all my friends
and none of you
could ever have
a robotic replacement
and this
I’d like to tell ya
if a troll turned you into little dolls
well I’d never ever sell ya
for this and those acquainted
we all survive
nine to five
ten to eight
now please be patient
and while you’re waiting
watch a brief silent film
see the scene
where your heart stops racing
it could be nice to be alone
at the bottom of the world
I’m halfway there
and it sure does feel it
is it the making of the conversation
or the joy of a daytime isolation
at four in the morning
on your favorite station?
cell zero
I’m now a planet
trying to kill
every living thing on it
burning and flooding and scrubbing these parasites
what could compare with the sapiens’ appetites?
enough is enough
for the average buff
and buffs are a thing
that are now common stuff
nothing is precious
and nothing is rare
nothing is owed
it’s for all us to share
don’t want your energy
don’t give me energy
keep that dark crystal far from me
if you stay inside too long
nothing else could come out wrong
there’s nothing coming out at all
if you’d like to save my life
just make me laugh
once in a while
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a tower of blood
built for the flood
angles and lines
cut us like knives
buried alive
between mirrored screens
the pulse of machines
human debris
black burning leaves
an ocean of trees
sang out to me
deep underground
I sang with the sound
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