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God given fact,
Got a screw loose,
No money, no time,
No Apple, no juice.
Close your eyes,
Can hear the truth,
Are you idiot? Are you idiot?
Are you idiot? … idiot proof
Haven’t played (Since 2013)
No rhyme, no time ( I’m a 9-5 machine)
No good bands (since 2013)
Pituitary gland (I’m a 9-5 machine)
Give nothing away,
No sacrificial fall,
You made your play,
Know nothing. Do nothing.
Know nothin. No wrong.
God given fact,
Got a screw loose,
No money, no time,
No Apple, no juice.
Close your eyes,
No soup du-jour,
I hope you find. I hope you find.
I hope you find, what you’re looking for
Haven’t played (Since 2013)
No rhyme, no time ( I’m a 9-5 machine)
No good bands (since 2013)
Pituitary gland (I’m a 9-5 machine)
Give nothing away,
No more missing tooth,
You made your play,
Are you idiot, idiot, idiot proof?
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Green technology,
Running in my veins,
Solar power, atmosphere,
Agriculture, no cellophane,
Purchasing you neighborhood,
In bitcoin stock,
Alexa. Login. Raise the price. Watch the clock.
At the same time.
Compromise. Any hope.
Sustainable. What a joke.
Corporation. They survey.
Cannot afford. Pain away.
Haptic Touch. Comfort food.
Delivery. Two day.
Corporation they survey,
You’re the one who takes the blame
“Not a republican”
Fiscally conservative.
Exploit the system, watch them rot,
I work hard, but I’m not a cop.
Nothing happens when your eyes can’t see,
Nothing moving when the markets not free,
Can you dream with out dreaming?
Can you win without despair?
Compromise. Any hope.
Sustainable. What a joke.
Corporation. They survey.
Cannot afford. Pain away.
Haptic Touch. Comfort food.
Delivery. Two day.
Corporation they survey,
You’re the one who takes the blame
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3. |
Taliesin Grid
04:52
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We’re going to demonstrate & fenestrate.
Concepts, Parti, Mass Density
Grid. Grid.
I’ve got the perfect idea,
Form follows the cash flow baby
Grid. Grid.
Straight line. Black suit.
Just when you see it. Start to move.
It’s not made by great men,
Stuck in repetition.
It’s been buried in my mind,
It’s been buried in my mind,
A name that still survives,
Dank Lloyd Wright.
Architects they come,
Architects they go,
Materials finite,
Dank Lloyd Wright.
Grid. Grid.
Hunger to be unmasked once and for all
feeling of vertigo, losing control.
Grid. Grid.
Free cities cut down, annihilated.
The hopeless dream of being, but never seeing
Grid. Grid.
Straight line. Black suit.
Just when you see it. Start to move.
Not made. great men.
Stuck in repetition.
It’s been buried in my mind,
It’s been buried in my mind,
A name that still survives,
Dank Lloyd Wright.
Architects they come,
Architects they go,
Materials finite……….
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4. |
Unsafe Feeling
03:53
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Unsafe feeling,
Creeping inside
Did you speak your truth?
Can I change your mind?
Unsafe feeling,
No longer home,
I am nothing like you,
Contradicting & cold
I see you double dealing,
Pressure building up,
Gaslight, breaklight,
Ever growing blow it up
Unsafe Feeling
You never say it,
you always look away
Writing on the wall,
Instead you isolate
Ripping at your heart sleeves,
Baby can you see it?
A new way of thinking,
foot forward, unappealing,
not forward actions lead to healing
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5. |
Rendezvous
02:03
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J’teme
Ennui
Non plus
Where shall we meet?
Ecotone,
Excuse-a-muah?
Passcode,
Dream burning.
When I see you... At the rendezvous
Secret meeting
Cigarette,
Handshake,
Beware regret,
Revolution,
Don’t speak it’s name
Heads down,
Nobody wins this game.
No work
No time
No future
No End neigh
No debt
NO COPS
No problem
When I see you... At the rendezvous
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6. |
Do the In Between
03:57
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Craving comfort.
Of certainty.
Have you heard?
Do the in between.
Is it possible,
When everything is nominal?
Simulated,
out of reach.
Have you heard?
Fluidity!
No definitions with middle possible
How can I say your name when it isn’t audible?
Con va,
What’s that mean?
Whose dog is that?
It looks like me.
Parlez-vous
In Broken thoughts
That’s Sorta vague,
But I forgot
Is there something missing,
Uncontrollable conditions baby?
Is there something missing,
Are you losing that ambition baby?
Is there something missing,
Uncontrollable conditions baby?
Is there something missing,
Binary abolition baby?
(Do the in between, do it, just do it, you’re parallel, you’re next to me, you’re in between)
Us vs them
Man vs machine
1s and 0s
Do the in between!
East vs west, they alway come in twos
How can your groove in a world of miscues?
Don’t ask me,
I think I’m lost,
Siri said it,
but I was sauced
Stand in the middle,
No time for side to side,
Embrace the uncertainty of losing your own mind.
Con va,
What’s that mean?
Whose dog is that?
It looks like me.
Parlez-vous
In Broken thoughts
That’s Sorta vague,
But I forgot
(Do the in between, do it, just do it, you’re parallel, you’re next to me, you’re in between)
Is there something missing,
Uncontrollable conditions baby?
Is there something missing,
Are you losing that ambition baby?
Is there something missing,
Uncontrollable conditions baby?
Is there something missing,
Binary abolition baby?
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7. |
Blinding Hour
03:12
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Cannot see the blinding hour,
My eyes cannot forget it,
Yellow streets, no chicane,
In hopes you don’t regret it
Can’t see. Street lights. (I’m blinded)
Uphill. Feel tight. (I’m blinded)
Turn down. Horsepower.
It’s the blinding hour.
What’s in store?
Finding what I’m searching for
Unsettled, uptight,
Ripping at the treads, with you by my side
Hard to maintain, properly function,
Scatterbrained into Consumption,
Chiseled words are absolute,
Are you barely hanging on, are you in disrepute?
Warm water feels nice,
Did you see your chance? Did it feel right?
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8. |
Context Hindsight
03:24
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Having trouble sleeping,
No answers in my dreams,
Losing all ambition,
In a world of two extremes,
And I don’t take this lightly,
Nothing quite like it seems
What’s with this confusion,
Is it you or is it me?
Framework. Neon lights.
Context. Hindsight.
Don't ask me what I’m doing,
Acting naturally,
Something so inspired, a life of industry,
Nothing quite as precious,
Being scared to die,
For fear that you might forget,
What you’ve never realized.
Framework. Neon lights.
Context. Hindsight.
Unless you’re looking through me,
You’ve got to turn around
Framework. Neon lights.
Context. Hindsight.
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9. |
Cool Breeze
04:24
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In just a matter of time,
It’s just material strife.
Like desperate moments of hope,
Abandoned cities survive.
Over, and over, and over, and over again,
They weighed and they judged you,
Like Lions feasting on dead.
Is nothing dignified? No sacred crimes.
Am I a cool breeze looking from the outside?
Is this my state of mind, that’s gone awry?
Am I a cool breeze looking from the outside?
Bothered by the process and you question why,
Is a flower with no pedals a flower that has died?
Are the songs without words ever properly heard?
Does a breeze only live just to gather in the dirt?
A crooked storm,
A great divide,
From fractured words,
That you’ve implied
Is it to late to satisfy, the broken heart you meant to hide
A crooked storm,
A great divide,
From fractured words,
That you’ve implied,
It’s it too late. Is it too late…
Over and over. Over. And over. Over. And over. Over. Again.
Is nothing dignified? No sacred crimes.
Am I a cool breeze looking from the outside?
Is this my state of mind, that’s gone awry?
Am I a cool breeze looking from the outside?
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10. |
No Time Lost
04:23
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Is there a room inside your mind?
With no access, just neon lights.
Where faded memories, blur into accessories.
Investigate, curtain call,
Can you call it lost, if I’m still here
After all this time I’ve stalled
I suppose that you have been,
Under the gun,
I’ve bent your arm in pressure,
In fear that you may run.
Does my heart make you sing?
and will you take this ring?
As a sign of my intention,
And a million other things.
No time lost.
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11. |
Yr Groove
04:47
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Let it go, after all
No institution, feeling small
My pride it shakes,
Fear of mistakes,
With aimless will,
Distracted thoughts, cheaper thrills
You've gotta spend a little time,
To make it feel right,
You've gotta spend a little time,
To make everything feel right
Primal scream, “now here listen”
What’s your point? …I tend to whisper
If things are ending, does that mean I’m free?
The world is burning, let me be me
Yr groove
So scared to die,
With more at risk,
In 30 years,
still nothings clicked,
My pride it shakes,
Fear of mistakes,
With aimless will,
Distracted thoughts, cheaper thrills
You've gotta spend a little time,
To make it feel right,
You've gotta spend a little time,
To make everything feel right
Primal scream, “now here listen”
What’s your point? …I tend to whisper
If things are ending, does that mean I’m free?
The world is burning, let me be me
Yr groove
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Telehealth Seattle, Washington
Telehealth is an unpredictable pop band with heavy nods to post-punk, minimal synth, egg-punk, new wave, art rock, glam, and krautrock.
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