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Ajar
03:46
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Take a deep look inside of you
Take a deep look inside of you
You ought to see what’s inside of you
But what you see is just another side of you
All the parts you play
Each for everyone you know
To separate them is to make them
Appear as a whole
The true self you aspire to
is the highest form of deceit
the perfect moment when everyone
sees only what you want them to see
Eyes ajar, eyes ajar
Mind ajar, you’re fine ajar
Take a deep look ajar of you
But not that deep look that your medicine gave you
I know you hold it dear, I know it might have saved you
But I would rather see an honest bastard that’s you through and through
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2. |
Pants
04:41
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On the bas-reliefs
In the ruins of Tahte-Jamshid
The tragedy enters recorded history
The ancient warriors seeking glory and power
But their pride tucked in made their hearts sour.
It went on from the Persians
To the Celts and the Romans
Spread across the Europe in the Middle ages
All men slipping in their cages
There’s a tragedy in my pants
I need a helping hand
I guess it would make me feel little better
If we took care of this together
My pants, they are a cage to me
Later in the twentieth century
Women joined us in our misery
But made it a victory
In the course of history
Thought the cages set them free
All the girls and guys
It’s running down their thighs
Wrapping up them tight
Waist to ankles
It’s not what I chose I’ve
Been brought up in this I
Am fettered
It’s not what I chose I
Need to break free I
Am throwing my belt away
Oh let’s lose it together
There’s an emergency in your pants
Wouldn’t you like me to give you a hand?
Wouldn’t it make us feel little better
If we took care of this together?
Your pants, they are a gate to your heart
Your heart
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3. |
Crumble Cake
04:06
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Collect the crumbles
Make them assemble
Assemble
Assemble
Make a cake
Crumble cake
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4. |
Heat
03:48
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Oh the energy
Once so useful
Is all spent now
It slipped into the night
And the flow has instantly
Become irreversible
All there is left
is the heat
So it technically
Couldn’t have been a dream
For dreams they have
No entropy
And any persistence
Is nothing but fantasy
And every other word
Only makes more useless heat
So light it up again
It will be gone anyway
in the end
We’re fading away
Every day
So light it up
Light it up
Light it up
Again
Once again
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5. |
When You Watch
07:57
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6. |
Growing Inwards
01:54
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7. |
Cooptee
03:33
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All the fucking phonies
Two-faced one-trick ponies
Stab them in their only trick
Stab them with a toothpick
Oh you could let them bleed to death
If only you had any edge left
You could make them beg forgiveness
If only you were at your best
Break away, break away, break away, break away
Break away, break away, break away, break away
Just wait for the pay day
Of all the webs they’ve spun
I thought I cared for none
Turns out what I’ve stuck to
is nothing but my old peer group residue
So rest your head on my shoulder
It will soon be over
Take your hand in mine
And hold it tight
And shut my eyes
And let me
Slip away
Just let me slip away
Please just let me slip away
Or at least take a sick day
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toen Prague, Czechia
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