1. |
Belief (Intro)
00:44
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2. |
The Instructions
04:53
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You said you were a doctor
You practiced therapies.
You were your biggest patient.
Constantly complete the ladder.
Debarquement, all the way above the earth,
Extending up into the sky
And I’m not sure
What brought me here,
But you’ve made it
Abundantly clear.
The sight of the grey fur.
Instructions on how to get bent.
And so I’m folding this note time and again
And I’m folding this note time and again
To make it out
In blue and black.
To feel strongly about.
Feel strongly about
...but is there anything I don’t?
Is there anything I don’t?
Understand, that this is easy.
And understand, it’s not the whole thing that I want,
But do you give anything?
Can you give anything at all?
And so I’m folding this (your) note, time and again.
And I’m folding this note, time and again,
But is there anything I don’t...
Is there anything I don’t understand?
And is there anything I don’t understand?
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3. |
Isosceles
04:04
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And I was born, a tiny animal
and I relate to some,
in Novosibirsk.
You move so slow,
and I am grey so no man sees me, as equal (at all)
And I relate to some
though you can't hear me call
the wooden doors they creak
(the murine models speak:
"Roquefort, Camembert...")
Isosceles, they board the plate,
An architecture,
Aggregate.
They're constant. They fade, but they're constant. They fade, but they're constant...
You can hear it in the beams, the silent scribes scratching out their speech.
They're made of fibers,
though they won't comfort you.
Calling in your sleep
that they will come for you.
The world of the small, and many, watch you move
through ovens,
in the hallway,
behind the fridge,
below the floorboards
feeling you breathe.
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4. |
Terra Firma
02:16
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You’re on top of the world
It’s gonna be a week on
‘til you come down
You’re on the side of the one that matters most
And you sing “oh, I’m gonna be the one”
In her ear,
But your voice-box slows to a few pulses.
“Oh, I’m gonna be the one”
In her ear,
But your voice-box slows...
You’re on top of this.
And if you make it last all weekend,
You’re on the side of the one that matters most
And you sing “oh, I’d like to be the one!”
But I just seek terra firma
With you
And oh, I’d like to be the one,
But you’re made of some fluid,
...and the pulse of your voice it throws me.
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5. |
Enjoy
03:12
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In your perch,
you were one of the greatest
Works.
You were made out of feathers
And bones.
They made you dine on the blood of
their foes.
It was the guilt,
Lining up there
In rows,
And when it got in
You numbed with the cold
And when it got in
You numbed like
The snow.
You collect years.
You keep them trapped there
Inside of their jars.
Their eyes are dusty,
and dusted,
By far.
And when you reach
Their time of release,
You wander away in disbelief.
I have a love,
It’s made of iron,
A train.
I shovel hope in,
It eats me just the same.
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6. |
Real (Intro)
00:50
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7. |
Real
04:05
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Make it up
or make it real.
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8. |
Not Human
03:34
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And you were made not human,
And all the world, they call you friend.
And you would would claim your handle
From every young eye that grows into man.
And you were made compatible
And you could follow anyone.
The source of the “I”
The self recognized and
A word and you bolt,
A call from the throat
The pulse and the flow
The breath circles low
You make it.
The tongue divides.
The eyes open wide
The eyes open wide.
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9. |
Squares
03:29
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Said the housepet
To the housefly
“I hope you’re ready
For the outside.
If there’s a world just below
As you pass beyond the threshold
I’m sure my eyes would get pretty tired
If we had somewhere to go.”
Said the housefly
To the housepet
“Would you risk a life
Full of regret?
To be waiting for the injection,
Thinking of how you stayed at home
While the swarms,
They had their orgies
And the bitches eyes
They burned?
And you know,
There are people
Who need youth
More than anything
And they just watch you growing old
And they think of their Christmas card’s photos
that they mail to their parents
that decay
in assisted living castles
far away...
But oh my god we’re such a bunch of squares.
Permanently.
They stay up ‘til 9,
But I’d love to find them
But oh my god we’re such a bunch of squares.
Permanently.
They stay up ‘til 9
But I’d love to find them
If it takes all night
If it takes all night”
So they went outside
To the glittering lights.
All the fireflies,
Their capacitors charge,
Release, then charge.
Their eyes are full.
Their eyes are full.
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10. |
Southwest
03:45
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You are the prettiest girl
I can imagine how...
I can imagine you go.
You make a mess.
You’re my best nest.
You part the light in my eye.
You part the light in my eyes,
They roll
Around your person
And crowd immersion
And cloud your vision.
You could be Panic, you.
My Panic: You.
I redline.
You are the prettiest girl
I can imagine how...
I can imagine you go.
You are the prettiest girl
I can imagine how...
I can imagine how you go.
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11. |
Not Human Pt 2 (Outro)
01:05
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12. |
Sculpture
06:20
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And there is no one you can find
That keeps the breath seem so aligned.
Change
Has got me stuck in my place.
Ways that I’ve sculpted.
A push of the clay of your face,
make it deconstructed.
And there is no one you can know
That makes the beat seem so goddamn slow.
It’s not light.
It comes inside and
makes you feel. It
Repeats in your sleep...
You’re the one
To make a change.
The one.
You know.
You know?
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The Azure Sea Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Azure Sea is an alternative post punk rock band from Philadelphia Pennsylvania.
The Azure Sea recommends:
Aggressive when necessary, but showing a control and self-awareness often missed in music that allows the song to penetrate to a more personal level for the listener.
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