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Learning To Burn
03:00
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Our lives are over. Our life's begun. For once two lovers are now but one.
Do you see, with your ancient eyes, visions of our demise? Do you speak to your ancestors in a tongue we despise?
Burn down your bridges. Bury your dead. Scatter the ashes. Sever the head.
Will you still kill the messengers?
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We're not the same because you're the same as someone else. We're not to blame because you're ashamed of yourself.
This conversation we were never having's over. I'm leaving to go talk to myself in third person, alone in my reflection.
We got our dancing shoes on but we're dancing to different songs. Our feet can't find the same beat.
I repeat...
Hey pot, put the kettle on. Make it black. Take it back. It's too hot.
Take a seat, young man.
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Slovenly On The Sly
03:50
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My audience matters not to me. My audience I ignore. My audience is a majesty and I am getting bored with being their king's whore.
But I'm crawling on all fours like an animal to meat and I'm falling through the floor like this trap was made for me.
I suffer to feed. I need to bleed to feel alive 'cuz I've been eating from this tree. The fruits of serpents nourish me.
Beside yourself is where you want to be.
Beside yourself is where you ought to be.
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Stay Dumb
02:10
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I wonder...
Am I mocking an Occam's Razor? Teasing weakness with this heuristic technique? Is this parsimony or purely narcissism? Am I lazy? Am I just lying to myself? Am I meant for something more? Maybe it's meaningless. Honestly, I'm so lost in the concept I couldn't find my way around a compass. But the needle keeps spinning past directions and I'm at the center of it all like a fly on a sundial with no wings, no real desire to leave, and no want to wander.
But I digress...
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Llama
04:39
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A modicum of decorum, please.
My silence is so deafening I can hear myself listening to you.
All in moderation.
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Quartes Zenario
06:06
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Culture is dead. We cut off it's head. It bled out and died. "Mercy!", we cried. A victimless crime we'll tell ourselves. Did we go too far this time? It's sublime and so subliminal.
Ame-No-Uzume.
Ame-No-Mikito.
Amano-Iwato.
Susano'o.
We are not in uniform, Moron.
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Stray Drum(b)
01:06
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Sober Sue is laughing on the inside.
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Chüb
03:39
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Metempsychosis means new memories through Déjà vu.
I belong to you.
To become one one must choose which one of the two will lose.
Make yourself now.
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