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Carola's Parotia
02:58
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Everybody quit
Six-wired bird in a courtship
dances alone on a warship
everybody split
horse to the ballpit
can lead the way/can’t force it
everybody's shit
thrown in the sifter
(snake oil sale from the grifter)
now,
did you ever get the feeling like you’re dancing on the edge of a cliff
like you’re dancing on the edge of a cliff
come on
Everybody say cheese!(cheese!)
*click* and you frame that phase
just so the kids can see
how the meteors blazed when you used to be
so brazen as to flee
then the cops said freeze!(Freeze!)
and you quit your low down ways
and the clocks laid waste those days
when you used to get the feeling you were dancing on the edge of a cliff
like you’re dancing on the edge of a cliff
come on
Is it over now?
Or has it just begun?
Though the wise men know that dark is right
it is time to fight the only fight
iridescent plumage at the dawn
all the gods are waiting to delight
And some just fell
searching a heaven in a chemical hell
chasing a rabbit in a changing/champagne pelt
running out of racks so they're running to the shelves
focus pure as a crystal,
well,
all of the frames that they held so close
lost in the claims of a drunken boast
kids on the cliff of a bygone coast
now only wind there whistles
(or is that the sound of falling missiles?)
This place is not for dancing
its where they build their walls
I hesitate,
I start to calculate my chances
And then I notice I could fall…
But it is over now?
or will I heed the call?
Though the wise men know that dark is right
it is time to fight the only fight
iridescent plumage at the dawn
all the gods are waiting to delight
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2. |
Last Days Of Babylon
02:44
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fuck the consequence
and the sense of dread
you're a masterpiece
you heard what I said
who's preoccupied
with the endless climb?
we're all gonna die
what a waste of time
So we make what we want
with the skills that we bluff
try to love who we are
when we don't feel enough
and we're chasing our hearts
though we feel we are trapped
in a world that's collapsing
a world that's collapsing down
I'll be the flower
you be sun
here in the last days of babylon
You be the hour
i'll be fun
here in the last days of babylon
empty promises
seal our destiny
i'm a slippery eel
can't get hold of me
if the end is nigh
if it's rapture time
i want you to know
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
so we make what we want
from the skills that we fake
try to love who we are
though we feel we are breaking
and chasing our hearts
though it's hard to pretend
like the world isn't ending
the world isn't ending
i'll be the focus
you be the calm
i'll be the mischief
and you the alarm
you be explorer
i'll be the unknown
you be the family
and i'll be the home
I'll be the flower
you be sun
here in the last days of babylon
You be the tower
i'll be fun
here in the last days of babylon
here in the last days of babylon
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3. |
Tailspin
02:30
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Fuck this tail spin
You think this is your world we live in
Gaslight - cheap win
It’s time that i pulled out the lynchpin
There’s no point to ask, I know what you’ll say
this is unavoidable friction
you’re trying to lead but only betray
are you also lost in the fiction?
Larp as a witness - sharp as a tack
how do you stand with no spine?
head long to where you can’t turn back
but I will not join your decline
Fuck this tail spin
You think this is your world we live in
Gaslight - cheap win
It’s time that i pulled out the lynchpin
Frustrated congregation
guided sense of disaffection
here’s my humble adjuration
to your lack of retrospection:
don’t turn from the human connection
Larp as a witness - sharp as a tack
how do you stand with no spine?
head long to where you can’t turn back
but I will not join your decline
We light a fire under the pinwheel
Don’t need a liar to tell me how I feel
Fuck this tail spin
You think this is your world we live in
Gaslight - cheap win
It’s time that we pulled out the lynchpin
and called out the wolf in the sheepskin
I will not be joining your tail spin
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4. |
Counterpoint
03:13
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Counterpoint to cult of vapid status:
I will stitch a small revolt against your slogan “nothing matters”
Thread and needle as assault
(from tatters cultures can emerge)
my happiness is in the process
not the purchase
in the process
not the purchase
Sew something
SEW SOMETHING!
Make something - break something - slow something!
Melodrama with a cheap attire
thrifting while preventing trauma
- stitch in time could start a fire
warm my hands of profits which the rich a trying to acquire
happiness is in the maker
not the buyer
in the maker
not the buyer
Sew something
SEW SOMETHING!
Make something - break something - grow something!
Sew something
SEW SOMETHING!
Hatch something - patch something - slow something!
Born and ensnared
you were torn and repaired
Haystack searcher
cut slack, suture
take back future
take back future
Love yourself
be patient
take the time
heal your wounds
you are not disposable
you are not replaceable
ask for help
don’t give up
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