1. |
Sweet Madelene
05:43
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Space is still the place
The weight of weightless faces faces straight
Our dreams are lies replaced
We reach out past the trace until it's gone
Sweet Madelene
You don’t know my name
Deep as the heat
I can't stay the same
Red hands, sun-tipped pine
A strange fruit left inside
I will climb my way out
I don’t ever wanna turn around
Sweet Madelene
You can let go of your ghost
Fruit from my lips drips on your whipping post
Southern charm, bred of harm
Surrender to the sound so close
I will climb my way out
I don’t ever wanna turn around
Space is still the place
The weight of weightless faces faces straight
Our dreams are lies replaced
We reach out past the trace until it's gone
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2. |
Slipstream
02:56
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See y'all lay lying low
Feet held below
Dream of a golden age
Drifting alone
See y'all lay lying low
Days lost in tow
Dream of a golden age
Wake in the sow
Our earthly love will fall
A drop in the wave
Reach from the lone below
Ego give way
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3. |
Dreamlove
05:05
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Somewhere I lost my way inside
Ego waylaid relay
Fog of mine
Aspera into day
Light
Never meant for decay
We move in time
Feel high
Bathed in light
I thought I lost my way
We move in time
Somewhere I lost my way inside
Drifting from night into day
Road worn wide
Shifting our skin into clay
Light
Never meant for decay
We move in time
Feel high
Endless flight
We were never meant for decay
We move in time
Somewhere I lost my way inside
I thought I had lost my way inside
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4. |
Ghost Dance
02:35
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A glowing dawn of crowded eyes
Each a screaming pulsar
Wounded knees, dance 'til clean
The needles in the ghost
Grit, sand, silica
Demand perfect porcelain
Distant glimmers' ancient dust
Begs the flesh to rise
Cut like knives through black exhaust
A terror in full blossom
Whitewash dreams, blowing steam
We have not arrived
Grit, sand, silica
Ground to dense perfection
On the outskirts of consciousness
Together deep inside
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5. |
Sea of the Edge
03:51
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Breath in our sails as we glide past the sea of the edge
Eyes shine in skies as we gaze back home from the ledge
Red past the pale as the light from the day comes to rest
Eyes speak in sighs as we gaze back home from the edge
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6. |
Aperture
04:40
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Stacking higher brick by brick
Pretend we are inside of it
Pieces set and set aside
Back into the line outside
All along wait out the day
Shrug and lay the dreams away
A wall within and wall without
Horizon closing in around
Desert creeps in every year
Young we wait in quiet fear
In cracks, an aperture array
Escape into a stellar way
Rays
I was one
Floods
I was one
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7. |
Ouroboros
04:29
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My brother walks on crushed glass
His fingers beaten like brass
Caressing the shame
That slithers cross his brain
My brother walks on crushed glass
My sister bathes in black mass
Her love a strangled gasp
Milky the way
A womb hid from the day
My sister bathes in black mass
My brothers walk on crushed glass
My sisters bathe in black mass
Oceans thirsty for cash
Bleeding still for the past
Our futures traded unseen
As everything eats everything
Take our tails from our mouths
Flood the roads in the South
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8. |
Infinite Cities
04:42
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Standing without places
Rotation into phases
Neon constellations
Echoing the nameless
Cities without limit
Carpeted and endless
Quilted emigrations
Moonrise in our faces
Stay until we call it home
Distant western gazes
Swollen hearts in vases
Fugitive embraces
Packed away in cases
Comfort is a siren
Radiant and instant
Scattered by the movement
Moonrise in our faces
Stay
Stay until we call it home
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9. |
The Moon
03:15
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I saw the moon
Split into two
I saw the moon
Split into two
And I knew
I was all alone
From the dead man's mind
No thought survived
Just a pale blue dream
Melted from time
And I knew
I was all alone
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10. |
Escape Velocity
08:13
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Hot as a rail shot through the sun
Horizon awaits, stretch to become
Drifting in dream, sifting the real
Don't wait until the waters come
You reach into me, alchemical flood
Our wounds beat in time, slipstream begun
Claim what you need, through window surreal
Don't wait until the waters come
A vision in air, empire undone
No body below, now bodies of sun
Forever the drift, forever we run
Don't wait until the waters come
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