1. |
Big Ok
03:45
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It’s coming up splintered in light
So here very not defined
This shit ain’t a question of time
It’s not on some other side
I don’t wanna stand in line
For directions to the meaning of life
gotta cut lose out of this crime
Before the juice seeps out of my mind
For nothing
Let those words roll off of that tongue
The big ok singing out of those lungs
Atomic beautifuls in the clear
Out of the jungle of frozen and fear, my dear
Out of the gutter and into your lane
Nothing’s fancy, times ain’t changed
Who’s your master, what’s your name
Lose the noose and kill the hate
Out in the flurries where the wild shit grows
Nobody cares and everyone knows
Brilliant meats thrown over those bones
Souls with beautiful homes
Souls with beautiful homes
Let those words roll off of that tongue
The big ok singing out of those lungs
Atomic beautifuls in the clear
Out of the jungle of frozen and fear, my dear
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2. |
Temple of the Let Go's
03:38
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Somewhere in your queen of hearts
don’t you think that it’d be good to start
with an easy rhythm
and the natural born swerve in your swagger
Oh hell, let it cut lose
Go ahead and fall into the big fail
doesn’t really matter, you were good to go before you came
There is no needle in the hay
in the temple of the let go’s
Come back and give it up to the sweet breeze
dusting off those woe’s and lows
It’s a disease
Mission control
Takes a hold of that whole
Hijacks the marrow, spits out the mojo
In a stretched out black balloon
overfilled to the limit with the breath of doom
floating up and down the coast of its empty host
How ‘bout a loving pin, burst bust open up that thing
Low and behold she starts to swing
The swagger starts to cry and sing
Be-gones make space for more right-ons
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3. |
Magnetosome
03:49
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Down to the wire with a full on run
Not to lose to a dark side sun
Pulled my head out from under the ground
Damned to get stuck but I come back 'round
Out in the rain with the ones I love
From the deep below to the high above
Fill this cup with some empathy
Drink it down in good company
Burning you got to be over
So much finer and not alone
Hiding from none is divided
Broadcast magnetosome
The morning light and its showering rays
From the fresh start sun pouring into this day
Over the ocean on a distant flight
returning hearts lost along the line
All of the winners breaking out of their shacks
turning hurt into shines that too will pass
down over to where the river run dry
The cry in the wind gonna help it rise
Burning you got to be over
So much finer and not alone
Hiding from none is divided
Broadcast magnetosome
Release bleeds out of the surroundings
Seeds free from under the floor
Love sees through the confounded
Helps then, open the door
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4. |
Lose Control
02:32
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Feed the champions under the ocean
fix their faces, lose control
Save the mermaids under the water
give them nutrition, lose control
If a smile breaks loose from her pack of dogs
lend symbiosis, lose control
Feed the champions under the ocean
fix their faces, lose control
Save the mermen under the water
give them nutrition, lose control
If a smile breaks free from his pack of dogs
lend symbiosis, lose control
Feed the champions under the ocean
fix their faces, lose control
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5. |
Jellyroll
04:44
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Everyday I see my friend, he comes around
and life's an open sore waiting for the salt
We fly all around the place and we got nothing left to lose
We are hopeless but we can see
Amen, everyday around me, swimming in a jellyroll
Fall like the ash from a cigarette 3 floors above,
dissolve into a dust and fly away
The censored power of a reflex and the fine cut of time,
mix into a jargon undefined
Amen, everyday around me, fall into a cushion like joy
Amen, everyday around me, swimming in a jellyroll
The shapes between the space between us, wants nothing anyway
Things come so numb they just seem so easy to break
Everyday I see my friend, he comes around
and life's an open sore waiting for the iodine
We fly all around the place and we got nothing left to lose
We are hopeful, but we cannot see
Amen, everyday around me, fall into a cushion like joy
Amen, everyday around me, swimming in a jellyroll
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6. |
Anything
03:48
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Split my lip with honesty, closed the door and let it bleed
Come back to make my peace, to be released
I ran into the man, now he knows just who I am
My fields have been infested, I realize
I cannot do the math, don't know who to ask
Anything but love, fall to the past
Skin falls from the bones of stones, irony is intimate
I know now what the price has paid, to be working in the shade
Split my lip with honesty, closed the door and let it bleed
Come back out to make my peace, to be released
I cannot do the math, don't know who to ask
Anything but love, fall to the past
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7. |
Washaway
03:45
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Now it’s all coming back to me,
the intravenous drip of precious memory
Went into a trance to start recovery,
was the sacred year of the 1970's
Born out of a Chinese star crucifix,
spinning fast out of a hand of high command
The shepherd was there doing his magic tricks
in the valley where my mother’s tears run dry
I abide to the tide that wash away that lullaby,
fuck with my recovery
From a chain of events hangs a wrecking ball,
above a fine-cut maze of shimmering spectacle
If I could reach that hammer now,
I'd blow this shit to bits in just one swing
I'll abide to the tides that wash away that lullaby,
that fucks with my recovery
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8. |
Relief Part 1
03:50
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In allegiance to your swing, that struggle in your step,
that jungle in your dance all across the land
You sing it when you say it, kicking up that dust,
moving in a juxtapose to be alive or bust
Rattling those cans, shaking up those stones
The nature of a light bleeding born to bring it home
The city is on fire again, like relief responding to a pain
Beyond the juicy lips of a broke down freezer,
that movesathe hips with a snake pit charm
Off of the main line, far away from the farm,
at the root of the greatest vine
Where anarchy shelters her sailors from harm
The city is on fire again, like relief responding to a pain
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9. |
Relief Part 2
02:46
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Deep in the dirt under the vine, where the skin and
bones make up divines, with silence understand, the creatures in the land
A destitute of mute that wants to sing out of its juice,
that as if some forbidden fruit is running high and on the lamb
The business in the air does not exist it is not missed
because the truth milk in the anarchy is the abc's of gravity
The fall is there to find what a sabotage of mind,
can mean to born with shine and some how sold along the line
That melting silicone tit poorly hanging from the heavens
only needs a kiss goodbye so as to open up those levy's
Flooding out a sickness to make way for sweet forgiveness
Breaking though division for a beautiful and unified collision
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