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M31 Starloop
03:38
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Well
Hell
You finished the end of your novel
While I was still crafting plotline.
You handled the death of your lead
with such ease, it made death asinine.
You finished the sentence and told me
that all of the meaning was mine.
You captured the hands of the formless
and faced us towards the sublime.
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Blue Milk Canyon
04:45
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Well your fluid's leaking critical
And your screens first flicker then die.
It's brutal, it's not mystical.
Moving further from the sublime.
An hour away from the vertical box,
Ten minutes from a drink.
This is not an exercise,
It's time to fucking think.
Two into one we go in this sad sad sad song
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We got magic that flags rage forth.
My hands are burning cold.
A silent man that's screaming hoarse.
The centaur will not hold.
Now my head is struggling from a...
Should I close this vent?
He told me that we were due an
Extinction level event.
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Docking Sequence
04:28
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Taken by the sound of the basement's cool.
I was thrilled by the speed come down at school.
Wanna eat it not just taste it.
Wanna live it not just waste it.
Babadoo.
I went to the city.
I was ne0n pretty.
I went to the city, a clueless fool.
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4. |
Kohoutek 76973
06:45
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5. |
Kooki Malooki
05:22
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Now that the snows have changed
and looking forward burns our eyes.
Now that we choose our food
and trust that everybody lies.
We're sure we wanted all this
though we don't know how to live.
We know to ask for nothing.
Nothing's what we've got to give.
And we all walk sideways facing right.
And we pull our smiles rictus tight
We're glad we sank, who wants to swim?
When there's no more breath we know we win.
On a cloudless night Poor stood tall,
accurate with death that let him rank above the particle ball.
In a pulpit part repose
Where cosmos lights their life of none,
He looked up.
He's facing up...
I came before the book appeared to call me.
I did not hear their saccharine-tounged call out.
I knew I was anointed. Brought myself back.
"This is your name" the woman said. An angel!
"Nothing hurts through that doorway to nothing.
One day I shall become what they have longed for.
One day I shall become a thought.
One day I shall become a thought."
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You are the target! :(
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"Moo" etc
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8. |
Escape Velocity
03:22
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Vs.1
I was and was not
In this world's white dreams.
I grew alone. What did you do back then? I shed my casting.
A new skin for my core.
This subterfuge carries no meaning.
Ch.
And I’m afraid (in this new dark world.) And I’m afraid (in this unkind world.) And I’m afraid (in this stupid world.) And I’m afraid
Vs.2
I left years behind.
A stranger in the glass.
The past tugged my strings with its secrets. A million instants.
Two possibilities.
I chose the road that pledged to feed me.
Coda.
Will you hold me and hold me and hold me and...?
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9. |
Crater Picnic
04:23
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent
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A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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10. |
Last Minute
04:39
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At twenty-five, her looks throwing light,
My mother eyes her eyes, spreads her hair.
All that we can do is serve another.
The best that we can do now is take.
Jack in the suit, memory heavy,
Slowly takes out his pen;
A sword from a stone, a fin through the water.
That's the sound of death; small, no doors. (x2)
My father at the same time chose martyrdom;
To live his sauce-bottle life.
Still two years old, waiting at his feet
I do what I do with the time. (x2)
(ch)
Now my head is sinking from a doubt regained.
They coloured me. The dead flavoured my years.
This is what it sounds like when you're dead.
This is what it sounds like when you're dead.
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Crater Pigs Greece
Sometimes there's one Crater Pig. Sometimes there's two. At other times there may be more. Crater Pigs will endeavour to provide music appropriate to travelling through either deep space or deep time, occasionally both, and frequently backwards.
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Lovely gentle stuff. Will listen to this while sitting on the launchpad to steady the ol' nerves.
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