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Do-overture
02:01
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Hobson's Choice
04:15
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He caught her eye
She caught his fancy
She thought him sly
She thought him chancy
He made his moves
She made her promise
She was his muse
He was her Momus
She found him nuts
Their fight came nightly
He crushed her guts
He crushed her psyche
Down she was put
Much did he flaunt it
Down went her foot
Down went the gauntlet
He tried to stall
She tried to dismount
He wanted all
Complete with discount
She won't back down
He won't back off her
She leaves this town
To ditch this quaffer
She takes his leave
He takes her buffer
He can't believe
She can't be suffered
He's not her John
She's not his Jackie
She's not his pawn
He's not her lackey
Take it or leave it...?
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Her Dissonant Symphony
03:09
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She sees the bottled burnt-sienna campaign
Creating filler for its eternal thesis
She's got a tribal band tattooed 'round her brain
She moves the needle with her telekinesis
Another note in her dissonant symphony
She passes over all the Herfindahl whores
The fiscal sigils with their biblical poses
She wanders on in hopes of nursing her sores
She stops and smells the cylindrical roses
Another note in her dissonant symphony
The plastic irrigation plant down the street
Provides her comfort and a passing connection
A blizzard leads her to a place so discreet
Windows by Johari line his house of correction
Another note in her dissonant symphony
Nature's neon brings an instant malaise
She finds herself adjacent to a puddle on linen
She discards her London mindset and prays
To find adhesive for the web that she's spinnin'
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Kion Ni Faru Nun?
05:50
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Ni atendis kaj atendis kaj atendis kaj atendis
Ni atendis sufiĉe, ne plu ni atendos
Ĉar ni ne plu volas vivi tiel
Ĉar ni ne plu povas vivi tiel
Ĉar ni ne plu devas vivi tiel
Do ne diru al ni vivi tiel
Kion ni faru nun?
La mondo diseriĝas
Espero ja disiĝas
Ĉu mensoj ne plu valoras uzadon?
Ni ne povas elteni ĉi tiun poluadon
Sufiĉe!
(Translation:
We've been waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
We've waited long enough. we'll wait no longer
Because we no longer want to live this way
Because we can no longer live this way
Because we no longer have to live this way
So don't tell us to live this way
What should we do now?
The world is crumbling
Hope is dissipating
Are minds no longer worth using?
We cannot bear this pollution
Enough!)
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The Shannon Number
03:52
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They see nothing but a board beofre them
And everyone they meet as a pawn
They're as sketchy as a badly-drawn graffito
And as thick as the wall upon which it's drawn
It's not zero-sum
It'll hold you back
It'll hold you back
Seeing enemies when none were presented
Those to fight, those to disprove, those to blame
Calculating what cannot be calculated
They'll not assume control of their own game
It's not zero-sum
It'll hold you back
It'll hold you back
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Vortex Nights
04:28
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Aurora Auctoritatis
06:03
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An exhausting journey nowhere near its end
Miles and miles of miles and miles
A fatigued, thus altered state of mind
Surmounts the current and pending trials
For any hope of peace and respite
Has become barren and constrictive
By the pareidolic grille and beacons
Equal parts judging and vindictive
Aurora, clear and brilliant
The arduous, needless limbo seems eternal
Adrenaline ebbs and flows within
Questions asked, thoughts racing, lies told
One side befuddled, the other rife with sin
Explanation fruitless, let alone negotiation
Power and supremacy flex their might
Irrelevant tribulations thrown into focus
No regard whatsoever for wrong or right
All from the light's work
All in a night's work
Arguments and pleas ignored, misdeeds imagined
Undue punishments resulting, not to be repealed
Bias breaks resolve, innocence be damned
Documents, fate and truth all sealed
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Coursing
06:43
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Under cover of the dark of night, their
Target site bare,
The boys venture out for the game
With the tools of their trade in transit
These filthy bandits
Endeavor to stake their claim
With no regard for the laws at hand, they
Make their gangway
To capture their ill-gotten lots
They seem to revel in their victims' torment
Inhaling their warm scent
Their own needs tyrannizing their thoughts
And so plays out the age-old tale
The innocent perish, the privileged prevail
Never mind their vile and sordid ways
Just grease the right palms, and malevolence pays
Rendering the prey's sanctuary
Sanguinary
Rejoicing in their reward
They laugh their heads off as they leave, elated,
At the newly fated
And their pleas for mercy ignored
Another set of tragic casualties laid
New enemies made
Of millions who voice their contempt
But to the lads, it doesn't matter one bit
For they're no culprits
They deem themselves from justice exempt
And so plays out the age-old tale
The innocent perish, the privileged prevail
Never mind their vile and sordid ways
Just grease the right palms, and malevolence pays
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I.O.U.
04:11
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I never paid the electric bill
I never paid any rent
I never paid my parking tickets
I never paid, I never paid
I never paid the price of admission
I never paid my dues
I never paid the cost of doing business
I never paid, I never paid
I never paid their ransom
I never paid for all my crimes
I never paid back all those bailouts
I never paid, I never paid
I never paid the remaining balance
I never paid the ultimate price
I never paid the piper
I never paid, I never paid
I never paid much attention
I never paid you any mind
I never paid into their point of view
I never paid, I never paid
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Vapid Transit
18:19
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I. Quantized (or A Sordid State of Affairs)
"One way or another, we'll escape"
While sifting through the rubble
And all remaining of the life they chose
They set their past ablaze
For reasons they don't care yet to disclose
Ill-clothed, penniless & helpless
The reconstruction far from underway
Façade after façade laid out before them
Each one but a chaotic attaché
As the pendulous day marches onward
By uncertainty, their roads are beset
They'd be content to find their juste-milieu
Never mind their raisons d'être
Not another superficial hangup
Not another goal overshot
No more striving for 110%
Just to find it all for naught
Exposed to the world, fear tests their wills
They become the Tell to its archer
Those in their past, they feel, being better off
And all will fall in place due to their departure
But they've more pressing matters at hand
Whence will their next meal arrive?
Must they seek out and claim their stakes
Or will a so-called "higher power" provide?
II. Pabulum
(Never fear, just breathe)
Oh! To be meek and to do as you're told!
Oh! To fit beautifully into the mold!
Oh! To be aloof, never having to learn!
Oh! To be youthful with money to burn!
Oh! To conformity you remain loyal!
Oh! To never know what it is to toil!
Oh! To sit back as the world becomes rotten!
Oh! To hell with it - let it all be forgotten!
The suspect reassurance repeats ad nauseam
In the most literal sense of the phrase
For this queasiness engulfs them
They can't stomach what's both here and yet to come
And the headaches, enfeebling,
Come and go in waves
On the one hand, they're content to feel again
On the other, when the hell will this be done?
III. Aporia
Beheld by stagnation
Plagued by this drought
They're stranded at the station
Amongst the lowly rout
With this lucid obfuscation
Comes crippling doubt
To its coarse humiliation
They've become devout
Minds are always racing
Like the chariots of old
They'll soon be interlacing
And taking hold
And the dreams they've kept on chasing
Slip away into the cold
And their nightmares, now they sing
Twentyfold
No strangers to this story
Yet it still persists
Just one more memento mori
Atop the list
But to remain in the quarry
Is as welcome as a cyst
They abandon inventory
And seek out bliss
IV. Celestial Annex
We long for absolute catharsis
We long for velveteen hues
We long to shed this convolution
We long to bask in the drone
We long to embrace the celestial
We long to find that perfect bond
We long to shake off this malaise
We long to shift the fulcrum
We long for a picturesque future
We long to get the hell out of Dodge
We long to truly fuck the system
We long to right our wrongs
We long for a life worth living
We long to cast aside illusions
We long to make it all happen
'Cause we might not have that long at all
V. Stand Clear of the Closing Doors, Please
This is bound to get worse before it improves
But, to move on, moving on behooves
So pack your things and bid goodbye to all erstwhile
And when you're ready, I'll meet you at the turnstile
Well, here goes nothing
If I don't do this now
When am I gonna do it?
What choice do I have?
I don't really know
But I may never know
All I know is I'm ready...
Yes, I'm ready...
I said I'm ready...I think...
Well...I'm as ready as I'll ever be...
VI. Thank You For Holding
(instrumental)
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Itoarazi Massachusetts
One-man recording project based in New England. Electronic / ambient / noise / shoegaze / doom / post-rock / experimental / synthwave / prog / dub / whatever he damn well feels like.
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