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D.R.E.A.M.
01:27
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Death Rules Everything Around Me,
I look upon life with despair.
My own consciousness is an avatar
for something that's not there.
An emptiness with the weight of the eternal,
more real than the flesh infection convinced that it is living,
a beauty beyond beauty runs pulsating through the cities
so much farther than the living eye could ever stand to see.
Nothing is a concept from which nothing can escape,
and only nothing in its absence can evade the reaper's rape:
hard and faster than the light can show,
but annihilation is beyond the blow.
A lasting recollection of unending, skull shattering pain.
Is this the way it feels?
Isn't matter strange?
Death rules everything around me.
Death rules everything around me and I dream
of lying in its court forever unseen,
in love and hate beyond all sense
in dissolute form and timeless tense
in a kingdom of sadness immemorial to time,
in a sweeping dark vastness imperceptibly wide
stretching underneath the waters of a captive mind,
torn shattered, and rebuilt in a cold design:
Death rules everything around me.
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The Theater Upstairs
03:35
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There was nothing there to fade the shame,
no shade in which to hide.
The room had overflowed with probing light
and eagerly it twisted through
the wind of death which came and blew
the masthead of the lifeboat out of sight.
For days and days and months of haze,
it had sent rising backwards waves
whose peaks of silver broke the blackened skies
and underneath those resonating
pulses of the great depths waiting,
everything was such a waste of time.
The room hung with the smoking air of a fire not yet come
and fault lines reached to cranial peaks to greet the creeping sun.
From an open fifth floor window directing to the sixth
came miles of dead-end rivers ready to pounce into the mist!
There was nothing there to fade the shame,
no shade in which to hide
while watching days evaporate, the future's so clear and bright
that it casts such long shadows over the desert of delight,
they congregate in corners every night.
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Moonflower (Wander)
02:22
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Lost
in rolling fields spread vast before their time,
winding back from their destruction
Still
while the twilight trickles 'cross the curving hills,
shining from the uncreation.
Wander my love,
searching through the evening hours.
The grass feels it still
and emanates it all around you.
Open your heart
and spread among nocturnal flowers
streaming 'cross the inside
of the sky.
Gone
beneath the waves of earth you disappear
washing through your dream creation
Still
while the night comes madly and its chill
tears away the day's deception.
Open your heart
and spread among nocturnal flowers
ancient and still
emanating all around you.
Move through my love,
searching through the evening hours
screaming 'cross the inside
of the sky.
Wander my love,
searching through the evening hours.
The grass feels it still
and emanates it all around you.
Open your heart
and spread among nocturnal flowers
streaming 'cross the inside
of the sky.
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You can always tell a haylow girl
by the wild look in her eyes.
Feeding on the frenzy at the mouth of a priest,
feeling naked in the cold black night.
People that defamed her, now they're calling her name
but they never see her melting in the sad sunlight
of a ball that's false but when the night falls rabid dogs come drooling, gnawing at the lie.
Sifting through the maelstrom at the center of her face
She peels back on waves of soul
As the pieces fall in place.
On action!
And there she goes again,
finally in heaven
but still blowing in the wind.
They set her stone in willow's shame
but she won't know or care.
As they decay, her sickness lives
in tumored urban air.
Hiding in the backways,
bones breaking in the dark.
If they haven't caught up with what's been done,
they were always falling far.
Those ancient days she synthesizes,
thunderclouds burst out of her eyes.
Darkness falls in the forest,
but no one sees or hears at all.
Distraction!
And there she goes again.
Dreamy things don't ever last
somewhere in the wind.
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Rotten Little Tree Rats
00:15
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We'll Come to Death
03:31
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Well youth is wasted on the young
when I think back to the shit I've done,
all for naught and not for fun
well I would have been better off killing someone, oh yeah.
Now on the tip of my dick I've got a bowie knife
I don't care if I cut myself as long as I take your fucking life
oh yeah, uh huh.
Now are you ready?
Fuck 'em to death.
Are you ready?
Fuck 'em to death.
Are you ready?
Oh yeah
Now I cannot feel
and I do not care
if one more guy calls me "buddy" he's gonna die right there,
oh yeah uh huh oh yeah
Now I'm not young
and I ain't that dumb,
but one thing I know:
if I live another day I'm going to die broke.
Oh yeah.
Now now now
are you ready?
Fuck 'em to death.
Are you ready?
Fuck 'em to death.
Are you ready?
Oh yeah
Fuck 'em to deeeeeeeeeeeath.
Welcome to death.
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House in the Witch Dream
09:59
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Well I want you
every day.
Well I need you,
you go away.
Don't stray.
Don't go.
Please stay
Oh, oh...
where it's lonely
and quiet, too,
as the night falls,
and so do you.,
boards strain,
winds moan
between the walls,
between the oaks.
I can't always please you.
I can't always please you.
I can't ever be you,
but you can be me, though.
You can be me so
let me tell you how:
just look into my eyes
and see yours as well,
and then into your eyes
where I still dwell.
I am within you.
Let go of yourself.
Boards strain,
winds moan
between the walls,
between the oaks.
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In the sweltering summer
1963
In the twentieth century
In Mississippi
under the heat
by a tree.
Strangler,
strangler
kept striking down!
A ragged form not quite in the shape
of a man stumbling curious through the hot day
tried to strangle itself, and long did he hang
but he could never find death.
Isn't that strange?
Isn't it strange?
Isn't it
Strangler,
strangler
"Why won't it work?"
So he started testing the necks of any woman he'd find.
When he ran out of women, boys were just fine.
A weird looking figure as he shambles along,
but if you ever see him you won't have to look long at the
Strangler,
strangler.
Strangler,
strangler.
You're gonna die!
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Huntsman
02:23
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Deep in a woods
made out of brick and mortar
and concrete and steel
and earth and wood
I went door to door
with nobody behind them
with eyes made out of glass
in the place where I was born...
where webs made out of words
to catch the flies who listen,
screaming "Help me! Help me! Help me!"
as their insides turn to sludge.
But you and I are deaf now,
too much to get caught in them.
They glisten there like magic corpses
floating in the sky.
There's a lot to see here
when you close your eyes and ignore
what's right in front of you
and your organs liquefy
and you can just ease into me,
you'll find that it is easy
while insects caress your neck
and lull you into sleep.
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Newvember Beat
04:16
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The lyrics are sappy - who cares? You can make 'em out, they're pretty audible on this one.
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Come all you people, come gather around him
there is someone I'd like you to know, with us still:
The Adam Friedland Show.
The Adam Friedland show us the meaning of loneliness
your brethren rehearse until dawn,
alone stands the larva to host his own show,
he cannot rely on his brawn
and he's small and he's weak and he's sickly,
pathetic, indeed, to the eye,
but deep down within this disgusting exterior there once lurked a beautiful mind. He likes guys.
The Adam Friedland Show,
the Adam Friedland Show us the meaning...
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Carlton Heston Atlanta, Georgia
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