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Nightvision Breath
01:20
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Hawk in the backyard
Trapped in the coop
With ice on the hill
Trapped in the coop
Gray light of dark
The flickering red of heat
Nightvision breath
is a green mist from your mouth, that's right
The smallest light in the dark
Appears as a great white spark
But the smallest light in the dark
Well, that could be anything really
Trapped in the coop
Ice on the coop
You're trapped in the coop
Ice on the coop
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2. |
The Pineal Body
03:20
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You woke up in a dream
It was your childhood bedroom
But it wasn't, ya know?
But that's how it seemed
And the ether started to pulse
thick with the things you've never found
That spirit just started to drift
from your miasmal mouth
You're head was a cloud
You're head was a cloud of green smoke
That just disintegrates in the ceiling fan's yoke
And you can only run
to the beat of that secret tome
The one never written down
Never cast in stone
But the call never comes
And the calm never comes
The push-shift
You're with the pineal body
and the cost in time
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3. |
The Center Rises
01:43
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I was born to bleed in the temple
I learned to sing for the king
The dark clouds all coming in overhead
they gotta mean something
We're told to root out coincidence
From each reverberating instrument
of which we all are
So come on and gild your humility
Or just laugh at the astrological comedy
Don't be ashamed just dance your prophecy
Dance
It's the liberatory language
all cashed in
on the hard currency of hypertext anguish
It's a new world
But here we are
the center rises and the margin spins
while the mother climbs a rope to heaven again
And Here we are
the center rises and the margins spin
while the mother ascends to the cosmos again
It's a new world
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4. |
TOYL
02:15
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Tan orange yellow lavender
Rose Creek, Dismal Nitch
New misery on the old calendar
If you're looking you'll find it
Tan orange yellow lavender
White Fig, Strangled Root
Soon liberty assumes a sickly pallor
It's looking, you'll find it
Pronoiac Deceiver
False lightbringer
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Communion
02:03
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Grave hints you're seduced
by the lure of the darkening edge
Ritual
Transactional
Loaded with refusal of death
Oh but how does it charge?
It's performed in communion
in duty to the daily exchange
We gnaw at the vessel
consume every muscle
that keeps us tethered to our terrestrial plane
Stand stunned in silence
and cast in debris that's strewn
all along the literal path
as we inch towards the deep wicked hour
that we know to be our last
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