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Garmonbozia
04:27
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Garmonbozia. Hate your time and fury. Electricity from pure air. We have descended from pure air. You come in out of the dark. You come in pieces, pieces. Rising and falling forever. Rising and falling again. Rising and falling forever. Rising and falling, You come in out of the dark. You come in from outside.
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Tzizimime
03:35
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From Emmonak down to Versailles, there’s rabbit holes full up with wine. Go get yourself 400 high on the vine. All holy itch and hot belief, still growing branches for their teeth. Turn your body into a tree; say you can drink what you can draw from me. Wherever you go, still digging in your heels until you’re fed. If you’re not built for the snow, then come on back to bed. M.N.O. Drag him round from door to door, Like a pit bull with a locking jaw.
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This Is Not A Fire
05:04
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Can't stay here - too stupid to run away. Take shallow comfort in cold calling end times - so come fill my boots up. Allium cepa, I don't care, I'll give it a shot. Shake thought from the skull. This is not a fire. If you can't eat it, then it means nothing. Soon as you own it, well it gets jaded quickly. If you can't spin it, just go to sleep before it gives you ideas. Morbid effluvia. Read your bright bright miasma - it must be true.When you caps lock that at me. Infernal vaccine - I don't care, I just wanna laugh, shake thought from the skull. This is not a fire. If you can't eat it, then it means nothing. Soon as you own it, well it gets jaded quickly. If you can't spin it, you have to kill before it shows you up. It doesn't come back because it wants a scratch behind its ears. It comes back cos it's hungry. One night’s feverish dream conjures Mesopotamia. You float a thousand yards above the desert, hidden genius in your ear. Whispering, “bring your electric ships through Euphratean canals - we love you just the way you are”. COMPARE. SHARE. COMPARE. This isn't a fire, whatever they told you. I DON'T WANT TO READ IT. I’LL SPIT IT RIGHT IN YOUR FACE, IN YOUR FACE AGAIN.I’LL DO IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER.D20
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Woadscrivened
05:58
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Ballerina, blood on each shoe. Thou blockhead painted bright blue. City whistles, cut off my hair. Satisfaction at one with despair. Beloved father, beloved son, sing on the roof - drums so loud. They ring out for leagues. Faster than you can cross yourself, flowers unfold; you gaze upon the exaltation of your own beating heart. They ring out for leagues. Ring out for leagues. Ring out for leagues. Knotted body, tonalli to steal. Wounded walls and mirror pierced through. Cave and shell and cenote revealed. Tzompantli - flanked by your beloved father, beloved son. Sing on the roof. Untangled hearts. They ring out for leagues. They ring out for leagues. Faster, than you can cross yourself. Gaze upon the exaltation of your own beating heart. Satisfaction twinned with despair. Faster. Ring out for leagues.
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