1. |
nerves
02:06
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neurons crave stuffing
crumple my spine
flood my lung
sraze my skin
such lovely texture
so much reality
melt my nerves
fill my sentience
drown my flesh in everlasting bites
savor
lactate
salivate
feel
climax
out of my grasp
squashing the brain
would not be enough
I like it when the red water comes out
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2. |
don't
01:28
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I've noticed your vector and that hurricane of limbs
and I already know it's between France and me
what is this stinging smell
like liquid needles
this moaning doesn't sound like french
your brain in my face
tissue against tissue
I want to throw up
I think I will
let
go
I don't like this game
don't
stop
I don't like this game
how did I get here
the sign said "France, this way"
I don't understand
I would rather fuck a grubby tap
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3. |
all parallel
00:43
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we exchange photographs
made with our hermetic worlds
and we can't even see them
in the same shades
I collect
all the pieces you hand out
even the fake ones
arranging them into all kinds of systems and shapes
all I make out is the other side of the strip
we can not intersect
our eyeballs will never touch
and still we try
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4. |
dozed off
01:18
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somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there's a land that I heard of once
somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue
somewhere
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5. |
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Type.
Clean it.
Do it now
Do it now
Do it now
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6. |
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I know this shape but it is
not quite accurate
I'm sure I recognize but
I no longer know which one
please don't do it
let me narrate
anything but this
anything but this
don't let that breath out
don't let that breath out
I know nothing again
in this clash you have died
both of you died
staining my room
you were not the you I had
or is it the other way around
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7. |
a little get-together
01:02
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fancy seeing you here
care for some tea
wash your hands first
take a seat at the right hemisphere
I don't mind at all
don't be so shy
thanks
I appreciate your taste
your image is perfect
a naked idea
no
you should know your place
no you can not
how dare you ask
and I thought I told you
wash your fucking hands
now
now
do it now
you reek of the outdoors
you should learn your manners, stop polluting my house
get the fuck out
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8. |
sight
00:37
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I woke up with a little more hair
pieces have changed
but the structure remained
or did it
I can never compare
it's all lost except for this zero-dimensional gaze
is it you face
how did I see back
then
Mr Branches
where's the hurry
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9. |
möbius
02:08
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this current is not rust
nettles, hair or sunshine dust
Marjory, have you ever said a word
Mable, even your mouth-words
just my malleus
there is no communion
no intercourse
even you
anyone
we have never really met
all that's ever been anythinged by anyone
every sense
every feel
every quantum
everything
everything
everything
sense
feel
quantum
everything
everything is just
eating my own
cranium
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10. |
starring
00:58
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it's always so weird to see my name here
the character I wrote is sewn onto my clothes
and I forget to get uncomfortable
does no one read the script-
what did I just say
I guess that was my line
it's my line
I'm becoming less convinced about the awards
and I just broke character
and I'm alive
(takes his knife and slits his throat)
[takes a deep breath and opens his neck]
word
I command this now
this exclamation point is my child
or is this my line
and I kiss all the screenwriters goodbye
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11. |
untitled 2
00:53
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the world appears quite fine for something that has died
I wouldn't get along with the guy from episode one
and the mirror lies
waiter, new face!
I am so glad I'm not my old dreams
my blood flows fine whatever happened to my heart
and I'll say it again
I'll never
I detest
at the rainbow's end I will find
just another signpost
and I really hope I'll laugh
what's the point?
maybe one day I'll ask that question
and I will die again
I'll be fine
I'll forgive
and I'll piss on my gods and my wars and my words
my blood will flow fine
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12. |
noise
02:25
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stars passing by
glimpses marking time
my eyes dance to the whispers of substance
shapeless hand
raging endless cloud
nothing to grab
nowhere to go
I keep moving my head
the head keeps moving me
what does that even mean
always pretending that you know
pushing my perspective around
ticks and tides flashing through me
wandering in the storm of fingers
view
never the same
unstable definitions
merciless stream
living with this is a part of it
this hum will never fade
your hand changes nothing at all
and I know I will wake up here tomorrow again
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13. |
the scar
03:55
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Marjory Stewart-Baxter Puławy, Poland
An emoviolence band from Puławy, Poland, formed in 2009, split after after 1 gig, reactivated in 2012
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