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I’m lost in a waveform, a new kind of life-form
A digital breakdown has got no time for a joke
There’s no real analogue spoke when you’re alone
Saying one thing, pretending you’re not there
When are you coming home?
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
With still small voice we sing in unison
An expanse of mind where I’m floating somewhere free
You expound my soul but it fills all my veins
Deeply frozen with my features set in rains
This path takes but one cell at a time
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
Oh, this bed’s too cold
Attempt no landings there
Scoured in the fetish, it’s scrubbed me to death
I’m clean to your breath while the dirtier rocked
The sun-time is grey and our minutes are locked
Leaves me floating a moment or two above the dream-state
I’m captured in your orbit, decompressed in your airlock
Explosively shattered and passed in the shadow of a distant sweat
The joy sucked from the spaces we left alone
This journey runs its course—of course—in time
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
Oh, this bed’s so cold
All techno landings there
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All techno landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours
All techno landings there
Attempt no landings there
All these beds are yours, except mine
Attempt no landings there
Let’s hide in a waveform
All techno landings there
Let’s hide in a waveform
All techno landings there
Techno, techno
Techno landings
Techno landings
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I dedicate myself to you
In everything I say and do
Infinite supplies of love
Cost nothing when it’s all on credit
Have a care
I dedicate myself to peace
But I myself don’t need to look
These infinite supplies of love
Cost nothing when it’s all on Facebook
Have a care
It’s everything you always wanted
Where all the things interconnected
Have a care
We can walk the same old roads
Swim the same tremulant waters
Have a care
Wake me when we’re there
Make yourself heard
Come on home, we’re looking good
Put up like you know you should
Hold our hands with all our friends
Together we can disagree
Slightly amicably
All the roads are pointing westwards
Drop your anchors, comes haphazard
Making headway, marking slaughter
Whatever floats your boat across this water
It’s everything you always wanted
Where all the things disinterested
Have a care
We can swim the same old roads
Walk the same tremulant waters
Have a care
Wake me then divert
Make yourself hurt
Come on home, we’re looking good
Put up like you know you should
Hold our hands with all our friends
Together we can disagree
Slightly amicably
I dedicate myself to truth
Though ’round these parts it’s fuck-all use
When the consequence don’t matter
Making threats across the water
Have a care
Meet me when you’re there cos
None of your faith Facebook friends
Even really liked you
Wake me when I’m dead
It’s the only way this will get read
Let alone understood
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Have a care
Wake me when I’m dead
It’s the only way this will get read
Let alone understood
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Have a care
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Have a care
Let alone, understood?
Let alone, understood?
Have a care
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Leida (Seven Synth City)
06:13
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Leida, keep me in a burrow of cotton
With people who go bump in the night
They who must make believe
Pray to the holy synths of yore
Who speak unto a future
In which they felt so sure
Yet they all talk in fallacy
Dark eyes, closed against the pillow
They scan the empty room for their dæmons
Find a shadow curled up against the curtains
Where someone very friendly
Could be accidentally murdered
And the sound is looking out for me
If you touch me
On the cold side of the pillow
Where it’s removing me
In moments, I’ll forget
When I hide from you
On the cold side of the pillow
Where it’s cooling me
For a moment, I forget
Blue light shimmers anaglypta
A roar of wind overhead
Deep within the glare of night
I’m somewhere hidden in the spotlight
Visually seamless transients
Are to coming to reason with me
Leida, if I lose my sleep
In a living, synthesized city
Desynchronized in time and devotion
If you catch me
On the cold side of the pillow
Where it’s moving me
In moments I forget
When I hide from you
On the cold side of the pillow
Where it’s cooling me
For a moment, I forget
Seven synth city
Seven synth city
Well, come in, you’re so pretty
When Leida’s had what Leida can never have
And I look for you
On the cold side of the pillow
Where it’s removing me
From the moments I forget
You’re still deceiving me
From the cold side of the pillow
When the cold side of the pillow
Still gets warm
It still gets warm
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Lord Haw Haw
05:07
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Bizarre Fruit
03:36
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Kumquat
I want what you’ve got
Warm berry compote
With strawberry creampie
Pumpkin
I know what you’re thinking
We’re so grapeful for drinking
Queensberry nisi
Rosehips
The stains on your fingertips
Huckleberry fillips
Blackcurrant affairs
Lúcuma
Should have been here much sooner
But blueberry lunar
Reburied under the stairs
It’s a mark of your own insanity
That you think you can have it all your own way
You can rain on our parade
But you’ll never take our hearts and minds
And still you wonder why you’ve lost the will of the people
When you feed us with straw
But eat the fruits of our labours
Uglis
Stir us in the coulis
Kick us in the lychees
Grow strictly up your wires
Kumquat
I want what you’ve got
Warm berry compote
Summer strawberry creampie, high, high
Guava halves and sharpened mango
Lemon pop, it takes two to tango
Ripe tomatoes, and oh, huge melons
Passion fruit with banana heavens
Come on, baby, light my papaya
Try to set trifle on fire
You’d think they’d have bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
You’d think they’d have some use
Bizarre fruit
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The Dominators
03:59
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“Is it dead or alive?” she asked
Robed, dis-robed and unmasked
Don’t you waste all of my time
Probing the corners of my mind
Cos I’m here drenched in sorrow
Surely you’ll lead and I’ll follow
I’ve stopped quaking in my boots
Wearing filthy shirts and dry-cleaned suits
You can take all of my meek words
And twist them to your cruel device
The sins from off of your red lips
They’ve always been your flavoured vice
Tie up and chain down thoughts and deeds
All the thresholds pain exceeds
Except the fact the thrills I lack
Dissipate when I lay on my back
Don’t you walk too far away
I am really bound to stay
You pray for all the lives you wreck
At the points at which faith intersects
Drawn on the rack, I’m hung out to dry
Tease me like I am just your small fry
Velvet helmet, golden shower
Whipped and cracked up in your power
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Nostromo\Sell Ignorant
14:28
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We’re born as empty vessels
So spill the beans, refill our thoughts
Poured the glass half empty
You’d think we didn’t notice
Thinking in moderation
We salute and sell ignorant
When I stopped looking for a way out I found the exit, but I said nothing to anyone because I wanted to be alone now. You don’t even have to earn the right to be a bit of a cunt on the Internet, it just seems to come to people so naturally as part of their monthly subscription package.
We’ve already lost a war we didn’t even know had started, not because we didn’t know it was coming but because it was easier to fight in one-click hieroglyphs and misplaced apostrophes. Their they’re there. Bang!
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9. |
Hear You Scream
06:28
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In space no-one can hear you scream
Through universes ripped up at the seams
The vacuum you have to breathe
In space no-one there gives a damn
For anything I am
Recall what it was to be
In space no-one can reach you
In space no-one can push you drugs
I hear you can’t get enough
To fill the gap on queue
In space no-one can trip you out
So someone can touch you up
Something to warm you through
In space no-one can reach you
In space no-one can trip you up
No-one can sell you out
No-one can touch you up
In space no-one can reach you
In space no-one can mess you up
No-one can buy you out
No-one can fuck you up
In space no-one defeats you
And here, you scream
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The Quixotes London, UK
With infectious and highly melodic tunes, The Quixotes specialize in songs about abject misery. Straddling multiple genres including electronica, indie- rock, 80's pop and blues. The rather schizophrenically monikered Quixotes were in fact merely one Matt Black, a London- based singer- songwriter. ... more
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