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Invocation
05:19
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The faces rejoicing
the flutes of the queen.
The crowds bellow below as they sing.
She is unbothered.
Endlessly serene.
A severed hand lights the scene.
The planets outline her face.
In the stars she’s composing a ballet.
Cataclysm risqué.
She looks right through me,
through the dark.
Alone in the void,
she’s found her mark.
She knows how I see her.
She knows I can’t help but stare.
The planets outline her face.
With each whisper she evokes a display.
A universe is made.
Serenity suits her.
A divine expression not lessened by time.
You could miss her by looking too closely;
she mostly exists pure of form or design,
but her beauty is duly expressed when you’re true to your mind.
Surrounded by an infinite depth,
no time inside is realized.
Five epochs pass with each breath.
The planets outline her face.
I can see it behind my eyes before I wake,
the image I can’t shake.
My face:
a needles eye.
My pen:
ever at my side.
My skin,
that I’m inside,
can’t bear to leave where I reside.
Embrace farewell,
I cannot speak.
You know I keep my heart
right on my sleeve.
My whole damn shirt is hers to keep.
Can’t bear to be alone.
The moment before I put my pen to paper.
All is revealed to me.
The vast heavens.
The saintly crowds.
How clearly do I see…
my own birth and death,
all agony and all pleasure.
I can hardly catch my breath.
A landscape of eternity.
Putting my pen to the page,
I can hardly keep it together.
She washes my feet
as I dance alone.
And so I wait.
Blood spills!
from my quill.
I’ve got all night.
Try me!
Serenity suits her.
A divine expression not lessened by time.
You could miss her by looking too closely;
she mostly exists pure of form or design,
but her beauty is duly expressed when you’re true to your mind.
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2. |
Conspiracy
02:09
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We’re in boxes.
So orderly.
So organized.
Easily processed.
The system has been optimized.
They see the action.
They’re watching you click.
They’re watching you shop.
Data packed in
to persuade you that you need
more than you got.
Just a data point.
To that anoint
a likelihood
to buy the goods.
Show you more ads
to increase the chance
that you’ll advance
and spend that cash.
But we can stop this system,
if we can break ties with them.
But we, today,
we’ve become addicted to their ways.
Not to say
that there’s no hope that we can change.
It seems the answer
is to recognize humanity.
Let’s set the standard.
Start a conversation, you and me.
That way we can stop this system.
That way we can break ties with them.
Make a new world together.
Team human, forever.
Let’s get to work.
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3. |
Trailhawk
03:16
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Sitting in the shadow of a mountain,
while the grizzlies run these city streets,
and the sight is so astounding.
It’s hard to believe what we can conceive,
given the means.
Well how could I contribute to this?
I’m not capable of such a feat.
How could I live up to this,
when I can’t even climb
inherited designs?
But if I can put one foot in front of the other,
I will find my way to the top.
If I can conjure strength to keep on climbing,
despite the bruises,
I’ll get to the next rock,
and try to remember that
when I look back.
While on this trail I’m always looking
for a break in the trees for me to see the increase,
but if I look down
I’ll lose my footing.
The harder I grind
the more is on line.
So I’ll stay on the path,
like a maniac,
with only my wits
to ward off an attack,
and it comes in fits
anxiety’s a trap,
but it will crack
if it’s unpacked.
If you accept the fact
that your mishaps
are often mismatched
and not mapped
onto a reality that has
a universality of impact,
you will find peace of mind
and the time your confined to
might do, suffice to
make the progress invite you
to fight through.
Any process you rise to
fortifies you.
But if I can put one foot in front of the other,
I will find my way to the top.
If I can conjure strength to keep on climbing,
despite the bruises,
I’ll get to the next rock,
and try to remember that
when I look back.
How far I’ve come
to be where I am at.
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4. |
3rd Planet Blues
03:44
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Goldilocks found a world so round
she could breathe for a minute and let her hair down.
She always knew just what to say,
knew all the letters to stir the clay.
As she sang her song at night,
seeds sprouted out of the earth,
and it was with a great delight
that to life,
she gave birth.
In the sea, the sky and the sand
she danced with her children, hand in hand.
The shape of the waves, the flight of the birds,
reflecting each other reflecting her.
Tireless, ever creating,
she reached a milestone,
when she gave birth to a child
with a song of his own.
And it goes:
“This world is mine.
Every animal is mine.
I know it’s a delicate design,
but my reign shall be divine.”
In the blink of an eye her world transformed.
She raged and made typhoons and storms.
But from her belly what they removed,
sheltered the children as they reproduced.
Their numbers grew,
the juveniles, felt there wasn’t enough of
their mother’s milk to go around
so they blew each other up,
singing,
“This world is mine.
Every atom bomb is mine.
I know it’s a delicate design,
but my reign shall be divine.
You’ll see in time.
Nature redefined.
I can see the patterns.
I can make it conform.
Reality won’t matter.
We’ll keep it at the door.”
Goldilocks looked from inside her cage
in the center of the city her children made.
She watched as the concrete started to crack,
knew it wouldn’t be long before it all grew back.
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5. |
Rats in the Basement
03:01
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I think there are rats in the basement.
I can hear them scurrying around.
I don’t want to face them.
Not now.
And yet to my amazement,
it seems they’re making their way out.
I’ll stay in my room.
I’ll just shut the door.
They’ll be gone soon.
They probably just want some food.
I think there are rats in the kitchen.
I can hear them rummaging around.
Wait, has that trash can
always been upside down?
I can ignore the shaking,
I just can’t disregard the sound.
I’ll stay in my room.
I’ll just shut the door.
They’ll be gone soon.
They’ve eaten all my food,
but I’m alive.
I once had a chance to get them out.
I chose to hide.
But there’s no shelter from what’s inside.
They’ve broken in, now I
have no escape.
I should have befriended a cat.
Now it’s too late.
That’s the problem with giving darkness
a place to stay.
You must meet it head on
to keep it at bay.
To keep the rats away.
So guard your room.
Don’t just shut the door.
Grab your broom.
Take it to the floor.
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6. |
Bet the Farm
03:33
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I’ve got all that I could need.
Got a house and a deed.
Nothing out there can touch me,
‘cause I keep my receipts.
I keep an eye on perception.
Neighbors all think I’m a saint.
I keep the grass low, and make the house neat.
I know what’s at stake.
But God made plans and
from the the sky
came a bolt of Zeus’s intent,
to level the fields
of the dumb and the wise
no matter if they will repent.
Then contend with the torrents
that suck up the sea.
The fires that rage in the hills.
Our lungs they are collapsing as we
silently swallow our pills.
No I don’t want your pity
Don’t fill my mailbox with your thoughts
The only dog ever bit me,
was the one that you lost.
You really thought it wouldn’t matter.
You really thought you could keep it contained.
But now my world it is shattered,
and no one is safe.
Let rage flow up and over the hills.
Let Ares declare victory.
Teach children to shoot.
Teach our souls to master the art of death by degrees,
then retreat back home,
my place to retire,
undressing as I’m raising the blinds.
I know in my bones it is perilous out there.
We’re better off inside,
until it’s time
to die.
I’m pretty dug in here.
I bet the farm.
Hope I don’t sound insincere
if I raise the alarm.
But I didn’t choose to be born here.
It was all that I knew.
I watched it disappear.
Now I will too.
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7. |
Count to Ten
05:06
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Count to Ten
It happened a year ago,
on my usual ride.
An overzealous pick up truck
passed too close,
brushing my left side.
The impact nearly knocked me off,
I wasn’t hurt but I
decided right then and there,
my keys would make a design.
But by the time I caught up,
so much time had passed,
the hate, it couldn’t last.
If I do not train my mind
to take the time
to question it’s reaction,
I will certainly come to find
myself in a bind
brought by my actions.
I don’t want to start a fight,
but in the heat of the night,
in a fit passion,
deep in my mind
I start to pine.
Count to ten.
To interrupt my nature.
Cause I can be irrational.
Fueled by rage.
My overactive sense of justice
drives me insane.
No matter if I’ll make a difference,
caught up in the persistence.
But it’s always better,
to take a couple breaths.
Give the hate a beautiful death.
Let it jump out the window.
Let everything go.
Let everything go
because I know,
if I do not train my mind
to take the time
to question it’s reaction,
I will certainly come to find
myself in a bind
brought by my actions.
I don’t want to start a fight,
but in the heat of the night,
in a fit passion,
deep in my mind
I start to pine.
No time.
Must fight.
Ignite.
No time.
Must fight.
Ignite
the sky.
Count to ten.
To interrupt my nature,
reason I will favor.
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8. |
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02:27
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???
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9. |
The Fires of Fear
03:44
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They know what to say
to make you do what they want you to.
They know the way,
the buttons to choose.
This is the age of outrage.
A state of emergency
ever imbued.
It turns out that hate
drives folks to action.
It turns out that many
people like to feel the passion.
Oh what a rush
to feel like an assassin
when you get to pile onto
what the media is “blastin’.”
They’re gonna stoke the
fire tonight.
We’ll get that smoke up
into the sky.
We’ve been awoke from
a restless night,
and we’ll make the most of
the candlelight.
Look! A kid just drowned in a pool!
Look out! A teen just shot up a school!
Look here! Three bombs just went off in Istanbul!
Tune in tonight for the death toll!
They know what to say
to make you do what they want you to.
They know the way;
the buttons to choose.
This is the age of outrage,
yes this is true,
but I can turn it off and so can you
I can turn it off and so can you
I can turn it off and so can you
You can turn it off
just just turn it off
But I can turn it off and so can you.
But can turn it off so why do I never turn it off.
They’re gonna stoke the
fire tonight.
We’ll get that smoke up
into the sky.
We’ve been awoke from
a restless night,
and we’ll make the most of
the candlelight.
Until the bombs fall from the sky,
I won’t believe the end is nigh.
Until the bombs fall from the sky,
I won’t let fear rule my life.
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10. |
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Sometimes I feel forgotten,
like no one cares at all.
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answers in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
With my guitar searching for my soul.
I couldn’t have gone far, this winter’s been so cold.
I’ve looked in the yard, but it’s overgrown,
and old,
that’s my face though.
There it is,
a mouse in a hole.
This place I don’t know.
Today I’ll make the call.
Because I do care,
but if they don’t answer at all,
will I be spared?
Or will I feel forgotten,
like no one cares at all?
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answer’s in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
with a lit joint,
staring at the wall.
I think I’ve reached the point,
the tension in my jaw,
clenched so tight,
a dog with a ball,
silencing my voice
once and for all.
Today I’ll make the call.
Because I do care.
But if they don’t answer at all
will I be spared?
Or will I be forgotten,
like no one cares at all?
So many points of contact,
but I have no one to call.
The answer’s in my pocket,
and I haven’t tried at all.
I’ve been sitting in my bedroom
all by myself waiting by the phone,
as if I couldn’t find the words on my own.
Gotta conquer this fear, that much I know,
unless I want to spend my life all alone.
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11. |
Reclamation
03:02
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We’re living in the rotting carcass,
as our myth slowly dies,
and it’s hard to know how to focus
on what’s inside.
There will be no hocus pocus,
no potions left to find.
We used to know how to know this
Lost in time.
I used to know her face.
In the stars she composed a ballet.
Cataclysm risqué.
With no new ideas
we’ll surely rot.
Be forgot.
We’ll stack our boxes
to the top
and never stop.
With no guiding light
we’re all blind mice,
it’s no surprise
that we are all groping in the night.
I used to know her face.
With each whisper she evoked a display.
I used to know her face,
I can see it behind my eyes before I wake
the image I can not shake.
The clocks must be running fast now,
or have they stopped?
It’s hard to know whether to amass doubt,
or give it up.
The queen’s word will come to pass now,
if you trust.
So it’s time to hit the gas now,
it starts with us.
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Psychoid Chicago, Illinois
Punk fusion from Chicago, IL.
instagram: @psychoidmusic
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