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1. |
The Scaffold
04:55
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Video et taceo!
I see and I keep silence!
I felt the tinman gene turn on in me;
I felt my heart come into focus, baby!
What strange order of petitioners*!
What detractors, what resistors,
to bring me down!
I've got the heart and stomach of a king*.
Eat that you motherfucking princes, yeah!
Beware the body politic.
I've read the ship-sinking loose lips!
I fill my chamber with missives,
I skulk the arteries suspicious, baby!
I feel an impasse in my throat.
I fear the sounding of the note,
do you hear me?!
The scaffold comes to my at night.
I am tied, I am tied* about my neck!
-attributed to Queen Elizabeth I
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2. |
The Signal
03:06
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Why don't you cast about?
Try to come to it yourself?
Why this disordered house?
Why can you plough no one out?
I said to cease and desist!
I said to motherfucking stop it!
This is a plea for clemency, here.
This is me invoking mercy!
The signal is not a birdcall.
So do not listen hard for those!
Take out the lamplighter if you must.
And, you must.
And also: get your own house in order!
Here's the torch:
brighten your own troubled corners!
Light it right up, light it right up.
I feel I'm up against a wall,
Moored at a barren port of call.
You've got my weakness resplendently lit
--and you won't kill the switch!
I said to cease and desist!
I said to motherfucking stop it!
This is a plea for clemency, here.
This is me invoking mercy!
The signal is not a birdcall.
So do not listen hard for those!
Take out the lamplighter if you must.
And you, you must!
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3. |
Talk, Talk, Talk
06:12
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Hands of fire; we wash the hands.
Hands are clean; they are out for a while.
But it won't be long,
before they are ablaze again.
It'll come back bright,
it comes back brighter.
We talk, we talk, but talk gets lost.
We're only host to the words we spoke.
Just fuel and air, with no ignition.
The host the memes, we are all thumbs.
The landscape's clean,
it's been scorched and extinguished.
But it comes back quick,
it'll grow back thicker.
We talk, we talk, but talk gets lost.
We're only host, to the words we spoke.
Just fuel and air, but no ignition.
Just fuel in the air, with no ignition.
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk...
Hand to mouth, ignite the words.
We blow it out, we douse, we douse.
But the fire we breathe
transmits the meme.
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4. |
Particle Science
03:18
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We travel the world
in the name of science.
We peek into holes under ancient seas.
We pick at the ground surrounding
--rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson-
getting samples of the manganese.
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
This is the new physics.
We can push particles through you.
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
We can crease the future.
We've got the amethyst.
We can make beautiful changes.
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
We can rush the quicksand!
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
Please pardon the ruin
in the name of science.
We're furthering work of our ancestry.
And when we lay down and
the day is over
-rush on boson, rush on proton
rush on boson
we keep ourselves warm in our
polar fleece.
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
We have a hand in this.
We can make terrible changes.
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
We can rush the quicksand!
Rush on boson, rush on proton,
rush on boson.
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5. |
Slash and Burn
04:04
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6. |
B Flat
04:37
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Look out, way out.
You can't always see it from here.
Atmosphere is the lens:
it might help, it might hinder.
But tonight we're in the clear.
Let's lay back,
let's lay back and look.
I see you looking.
We've got nowhere to go.
Oh, you're so good-looking.
Listen up, take a good hard listen.
Sometimes you can pick it up pretty clear.
It's just space in its infinite grace.
it's playing music we can barely hear.
Let's lay back, let's lay back and listen.
And let's split another beer.
I could swear, by my cochleal hairs,
that it's B flat again.
It's the sound of all
that was here and is gone...
It's just frequency.
It's like a jump rope,
it's just rotation over time.
But does time exist?
Not by my wrist!
And how you're looking good tonight!
Look out, look way out...
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7. |
Balaenoptera Borealis
04:45
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Balaenoptera Borealis,
you are rare to breach the sea.
An ostracised colossus, mistaking
dry land for relief.
Two involuntary organs
asphyxiate beneath their weight.
Two involuntary organs.
Two involuntary organs!
Blow! Lo! Blow!
The general has burnt our boats.
He is stiffening our resolve.
He is narrowing our berth--
Blow! Low blow!
You had a bird in the hand.
you had bleached ribs on a beach!
We had a hand in this.
We couldn't beat a retreat.
The body remembers--
the body remembers.
We called, and heard only ourselves.
And then nothing, nor anyone.
Geographies flattened and dissolved.
We resolved: here be dragons.
Blow! Lo! Blow!
The general has burnt our boats.
He is stiffening our resolve.
He is narrowing our berth--
Blow! Low blow!
You had a bird in the hand.
you had bleached ribs on a beach!
You had a hand in this!
You had a hand in this!
You had a hand in this!
You had a hand in this!
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8. |
Nine Houses
02:48
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There are nine houses
between me and the sea.
Nine bastions to breach.
There are nine swells
and nine second winds.
Nine households to rise up and meet.
I know.
I know we are not
two ships passing in the night.
We are moorings.
No;
we are carcasses silently descending.
There is nothing playful in the nip
of kintuition at our heels.
It mouthes the foot but seeks
to cut us off at the knees!
It mouthes the foot but seeks
to cut us off at the knees!
We we alight there will be
nothing, nothing, nothing left...
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9. |
Bees
04:12
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The picture is painful to see.
You've got the thing so small
that it's impossible to see.
Oh we want to behold
but it eats at the edges.
Oh we want it intact
but it encroaches and goes black.
There is something afoot;
there are movements in the dark.
You can't look it in the eye
when it departs.
Today you are the picture of peace,
staring down the image,
envisioning your glorious fucking bees.
We've got a lot of work to do,
but we should try and sleep.
The bees will work,
the bees will always be working.
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10. |
Night Fight
04:40
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The gloaming doesn't come
to spite you.
The daylight doesn't up
and abandon you.
The night doesn't want
to start a fight with you.
I meant I wanted
to tell you:
I dreamt I held something tiny
in my hand.
It had a translucent body
and a tube for a heart.
I meant:
I love you, and
I see now
how the missing are the few.
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