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Traipse
05:44
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And it's coming up to me, the dreaded pestilence
Day as dead as night, with a deafening silence
That glint in your eye that can cut right through steel
Every hair standing on end, this couldn't feel more real
The end is closing in. We'll escape this night soon
Over rivulets of time, our mortality is strewn
Saviours once absent will burst forth like freight trains
This obstacle overcome through adversity
Building up to the top of the highest mountain tree
From the darkness that dwells deep inside of me
It towers over you with those big-talk eyes
A perpetual sense of dread from which it never shies
This ordeal rendered tiresome from emotions once combed
And the whole time you're thinking there's no place like home
The shoes were racked neatly beneath the dresses
Step into the light as the enemy confesses
A slovenly endeavour compounds you in flames
For whom he blames, for whom he blames
All I desire is the fire to return
From whence I once felt its keen burn
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2. |
Utmost
04:10
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A lateral encounter with nowhere
And I see it, and I watch it drown
Mountains of clerical ambition
And I breathe it, and I call it home
A standpoint of cretinous pressure
And it soothes you, while it breaks your heart
Visions of eternal cacophony
As it sinks in, and it's time to go
I sigh as it narrows near
Eerie, fledgling ghost
As free as a floundered tear
Falling from utmost
And I try, but I'm fried
As we fall from immeasurable compromise
As we sway, chocks away!
The runway is melting
When you were not alone
I would see you, I would call your name
Lessons learned from frowns
But they drift past, and they swallow pride
Up in arms today
But you view this as a means to glow
Inside the harbour's path
We release it, and it grows too far
I sigh as it narrows near
Eerie, fledgling ghost
As free as a floundered tear
Falling from utmost
And I try, but I'm fried
As we fall from immeasurable compromise
As we sway, chocks away!
The runway is melting
I sigh as it narrows near
Eerie, fledgling ghost
As free as a floundered tear
Falling from utmost
And I try, but I'm fried
As we fall from immeasurable compromise
As we sway, chocks away!
The runway is melting
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Adaptable Mallard
03:11
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Are we trapped in the gaze of feasting eyeballs?
Feeling the consequence of standing where the powers lie
On this, a delicate day
When these bright lights sail right past you
Kill your flowers for another reason
Wash away the stain
Live in your palace of dead confusion
Follow the adaptable mallard
Crushing waves of disappointment slide by
An unattainable gain
Find a new soul to rectify
Find a new soul to rectify
But where to set it free?
Kill your flowers for another reason
Wash away the stain
Live in your palace of dead confusion
Follow the adaptable mallard
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4. |
Flight
03:57
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The root sound that dwells inside of me
Curses the very thing from which I feed
What happens to the sense of clarity?
It washes away all perceptions of your name
So, knock the other one down
Rise from where you drowned
A constant dream with a liquid grip
How deep is this cup from which I sip?
From under a bashful land emerged
Vacate the life from which you purge
A scorched planet with a skyless ocean
Reflect on this very notion
What is within you will spawn denial
It is this for which you will stand trial
So, knock the other one down
Turn that trial into a frown
Selling ways to forget it
Selling ways to forget it
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5. |
Interspace
01:34
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In your face. It's your opinion
Stacked so high, motions rise
In your front. It's your opinion
A fall from grace. A sallow quilt of lies
It will fall down
It will fall down
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6. |
Atrophy
05:43
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In this atrophy hoarding space
Yeah, you learn to smile, you learn to embrace
Oh, and it falls apart when you question lies
And all you're left with are hazy skies
When the calling comes back round
You will hear that familiar sound
You will hear that familiar sound
Slumped behind the kitchen door
Inside the shadows you have felt before
These skies exhibit unbelievable heights
And that familiar feeling takes flight
When the calling comes back round
You will hear that familiar sound
You will hear that familiar sound
When the calling comes back round
You will hear that familiar sound
You will hear that familiar sound
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7. |
Distance
02:38
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8. |
Elbows
05:32
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Slow, slow, don't cry until you need to
I'd best panic in case it all goes wrong
Fly on the wall will tell you what to breathe through
I only came because I didn't get your call
I sit in silence as the cars go by outside
This attainment illusion eludes just you
You'll find the answers in a destitute location
I'm not at liberty to tell you where to go
Our founding fathers roamed around in blinkers
Their confidence disappears like snow
I sit in silence as the cars go by outside
This attainment illusion eludes just you
But the real question we should be asking ourselves
What happened to my elbows last night?!
Black days, simple ways to falter
I never understood the need to strive
As dimensions move, perspective changes
But your priorities were just a coincidence anyway
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
Elbows
A semi-permanent sleep
From which you woke
A semi-permanent sleep
From which you woke
Your brain is broke
Your brain is broke
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Manner.System.Approach
06:18
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An incognito priest bequeathed. I call it fashion
To terminate your sacred eyes. I call it fashion
Decimate each waking day. I call it fashion
To congregate in fire's cries, but is it fashion?
STAY!
A little longer each day
I distance myself from the knees
All but one can hear your pleas
A vanquished act of unfortunate times
A virtue based on unspeakable crimes
You are surrounded but you cannot stand down
You can't escape this umbilical town
I've given all I can give and more
Sound the siren for the final score
A vanquished owl of impractical doubt. I call it fashion
The devil's breath on your fleshy throat. I call it fashion
A distance overcome by none. I call it fashion
I'd give it all if I didn't give some. Oh, what a cash-in
STAY!
A little longer each day
I distance myself from the knees
All but one can hear your pleas
A vanquished act of unfortunate times
A virtue based on unspeakable crimes
You are surrounded but you cannot stand down
You can't escape this umbilical town
I've given all I can give and more
Sound the siren for the final score
My plate piled high
A toad cannot comprehend the sea as I the universe
And we all scurry against our boundaries
Believing our limit has been reached
Perspective lost in translation
What was white already is bleached
Counteract a productive summit
To undermine your law
When the truth is all, we understate
We ignore who's keeping score
We ignore who's keeping score
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11. |
A Sour Sky
01:07
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A sour sky
A dream forgotten
A stained apron
An unfortunate incident
A fractured soul
A unique offering
An uncertain future
An inevitable demise
A beautiful vase
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12. |
Synapse Tethered
04:21
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Resting on my laurels as the next best thing to nothing
Oh, conductor of the ignored
Compulsion makes it real
Hunched outside the circle
An acquired taste to many
Find the gap, widen the graphism
Because the words don't come easy when the guidance has been queasy
Time waits for some men. Hand me a pen, hand me a pen
Again, and again, I wait for an hour to expand, minutes in hand
Fumbling for purpose
The daft acquittal of something noisy and unpopular
Before these walls imprisoned the lousy non-copular
Sneak thief of rage starved of attention
Time waits for no man, but she keeps me young
I've lived nine lives but I'm still not done
Like a feline in brine I decline to read the sign
Time waited, time delivered, time rewards, time points to pain
Again, and again
The condition of our existence held in eminence
It's all a construct of embellished denouncement
A glance at my skies and I'll recreate the boundaries
But everything works out nicely in the Summertime
Again, and again, I wait for an hour to expand, minutes in hand
Fumbling for purpose
The daft acquittal of something noisy and unpopular
Before these walls imprisoned the lousy non-copular
Sneak thief of rage starved of attention
Time waits for no man, but she keeps me young
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Who was the callous stone?
Made us believe that they were all alone
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
Silently gliding amongst the clouds
To find yourself snagged on frowns
Render it all just a boring dream
Of discontentment with your grand scheme
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
Abandoned kites will reach new heights
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14. |
Impunity Version 2.0
01:43
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KYORI Alstonville, Australia
'K Y O R I', meaning 'distance' in Japanese, is the solo musical adventure of Tom Jessen-Cox, formerly of ADJUSTER, The Harry Macintosh Project, and many others.
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