1) Ashes and Leaves
2) Challenger Deep
3) Country Song
4) A Blink Remembered
5) Solo Cell (battery)
6) Maps of Backyards
7) Automation
8) Loom
9) I Wish
10) The Accidents
11) Oscillator : Pheromones
12) Strung
13) Excuses and Complaints

Ashes and Leaves

Fountains and vending machines
Ordinary people fucked, unable to dream

Choking on ashes and leaves
Never get enough of the time we desperately need

Sick of the wait for a beautiful day

At the end of the week I’m striving to find my way

Sick of the faces with nothing to say
At the end of the week I’m striving to find my way

Tales of land and sea
Wishing across the way, afraid to leave

Roots over-watered from the flood of a stream
Gentle ambitions pulling apart from the seams

Sick of the push at an uneven pace
At the end of the week I’m striving to find my way

Sick of the rush of a regular day
At the end of the week I’m striving to find my way

Sick of the pains of all the mistakes
At the end of the week I’ve finally found my way

Sick of the dreams that have all been erased
At the end of the week I’ve finally found my way

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Challenger Deep

Vents underground
Billions of pounds down
Heat in the cracks of the pitch-black earth
Wrapping around me
I will go unseen
Jet’s pull past by
Echoes of the blind
The weight and the heat
A challenger deep

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Country Song

Sponging it up like a hatchling
Thoughts like gliders pass by my feet
Dynamite to blow out the barricade
Hand-cranked it out
All self-propelled
All just as well

And just before you come to
A genetic message for you

Thank God it’s not written in my blood
Just paint and fumes, just paint and fumes
Air out this room
We’ve all left the room

We’ve all played around with our ideas
With ties broken down, no longer bound
Is this what you’ve come to expect from me?

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A Blink Remembered

Now I remember
Blinks weight down
Takes a year to come back in my eyes
Fuzzy lips, sleepy brain
Dropping down
Falling awake while I'm still sleeping

Clicks in and out like a lighthouse
Morse codes and ciphers
Bringing the goods ashore
Shut the breakers down for good
For good or what is worse
Building something I am not
For good or what is worse
Building something I am not

Speaking in clubhouse tongues
Building steam with nothing more than a grain of…
Breaking heads just to write nothing more
They're words and nothing more
Nothing more

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Solo Cell (battery)

Solo Cell in a cartridge built for two
Circuit’s blown, something’s caught on route
Ebb and flow there is nothing we can do
Ebb and flow there is nothing we could do
Sparks running, sparks running

Leads running into glowing lights
Sparks, shooting stars and surreal sights

Solo cell, please set us free
No equal to such a rarity
Never once overlooked, hold still
Take time to embrace
Overused, overblown
Generic plastic’s such a waste
Never once overlooked
Your make is locked behind my face
Overused, overblown
Generic plastic, such a waste
Sparks running, sparks running

When it’s gone away, it’s not gone away

Hold me to the ground, pacify me
Meet me on the ground, held steadily

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Maps of Backyards

Making dots on the map of your backyard
Cutting corners with plastic knives
Brain has turned into a washing machine
Fueled by caffeine, hence the shaking

Hold on tight with your will, with your might
If the trails you make are shaking
Then they might not worth be taking at all

Sometimes I find nothing at all
They said we’d be better off dead

All the traps and the holes we dug today
Will get filled in with concrete
No more tricks, no more sticks and no more stones
Just ambition in our pocket

This time we’re making
This is my time
All the holes dug in the ground
We will show them what we’ve found
Take their time

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Automation

Make it easy for me to automate
The scurrying of all people, I can’t relate
The second nature always comes so well
A pattern took its place despite what I could tell
Crests and troughs, ups and downs

Another work in progress, humdrum critique
I’m using all my patience but I’m never quite there
Suburbanized lockdown, money controls
And the loop is broken
Breaking it down by my own hands
With stress and anxiety
Stress and anxiety from doing nothing at all

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Loom

Pedal’s moving up and down
Puts out patterns, covers my ground
I caught a nail and started a hole
Millions of lights lit that were dull
Let go of these clothes I’ve worn so long
Plastic blanket, cellophane song

A loom to weave transparency
I’m not on leave, my moths are coming

Making finger holes to peek
Coverings, awnings, truths that will leak
Allergies are proving strong
Itching lasts an entire species long
Spools are running, burning thread
Woke up frozen, moths beside the bed

A loom to weave transparency
I’m not on leave, transparency
In a blanket, as good as dead
My moths are coming

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I Wish

I wish I was a man who’s not lonely for always
I wish I was my dream of something I’m not
My wish my dreams, to be what I have hoped to be

Declare to hold my posture up high, up high
Not to be blown down by, down by a gentle breeze
My skin wears thin, my breeze turns into frostbite
Shin splints uphold my strength to keep on walking

I wish I had everything

My wish controls are dialed up, notched up too high
Limitless folds of brain works in a hidden exercise
My wish my dreams, portrayed as cancers of my left side

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The Accidents

I have been sleeping, breathing, shaking
So orange and red
Shots to the sinkhole
Dispose of dreams
In bitter end
The accidents, they come with desperation
So orange and red, predicting complication

Today, tonight and every day that follows
Tonight, tonight, amidst the constant sorrow

Split down the middle, expose your heart
Words prove so clear
Oneiromancer, predict what’s next
My time’s too dear

The accidents, they come with desperation
We’re clearly spent, prone to asphyxiation

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Oscillator : Pheromones

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Strung

Enough is enough
I’m saying when after this cup
You tell me I’m wrong
I’ve had enough of this song

Don’t string me along
Enough is enough you get gone

I step away to Schenectady
It’s cold just like the moon
It’s far away like January and June
Act crazily
Don’t be afraid to act just like you

Don’t tell me I’m wrong
Enough is enough don’t get strung

Don’t string me along
Enough is enough you get gone
Don’t string me along
Enough is enough
Don’t get strung

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Excuses and Complaints

Don’t want to pave the way
Held up by everything
I just want to bury my face in my knees
Take turns on myself
Searching for remedies

I pick at the spot where it likes to bleed

Know that we came so close
Think of all the times we choked
Flying through the airwaves, crudded with all the things we don’t want to hear anymore

Change this, change that, but nothing ever holds me back
On track, on track to trap them on my map
This map, this map of everything I lack
My flack, my flack will never hold me back

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