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In
02:38
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To bacteria I'm a place
To an ant I'm a natural disaster
To a stranger I'm a face
And to our planet I'm a passenger
I caught a salmon swimming upstream
I dropped my mother's wedding ring
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream
Native to nothing and hungry
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream
Native to nothing
It keeps the boat moving
Look up to the skies
The paddle steers you on
Look deep inside
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream
It keeps the boat moving
Look up to the skies
The paddle steers you on
Look deep inside
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream
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Waiting Room
04:27
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I'm here with my mother
Waiting now for hours
All that came before us
Waiting for the surgeon
To let us out the bottle
With all that came before us
I'm alive, give me what I came for
I'll rot beside your lawn chair
And summon me
When I've run out of love
And chances left
Waiting for the surgeon
Keep us both distracted
All by myself
Weighing circumstances
Memory and answers
All by myself
I'm alive, give me what I can afford
I'm wrecked and running out love
So summon me
With every copy of my code
When all is still and smoke
Behind the sun, behind.
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The User
06:21
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We are sedimental
Pieces not essential
Eroding into +1's and likes
We are YouTube teachers
We are Reddit preachers
We're a box of pixels and lights
Measure life in numbers
Slopes are curving upward
Happiness a straight skyward line
It points me in directions that I just shouldn't mention
Cause there's no fucking end in sight
I'm soft I'm warm I'm full of blood
It's blue and red
I'm running just like everyone
Straight to my death
And it's nice to know there's not much more to life than that
I'm soft I'm warm I'm full of love
Let's go to bed
Without knowing why or how or when
Without knowing why or how or when
I've got dirty laundry
I've got stale clothes on me
I look like a total mess
I'm an eccentric winner
Or a rat straight out the shitter
It depends on my commercial success
And if I live for pleasure
Or if I hold out forever
Does it make any difference?
When music among mortals
Is a timeless portal
One fraction of an atom thick
I'm soft I'm warm I'm full of blood
It's blue and red
I'm running just like everyone
Straight to my death
And it's nice to know there's not much more to life than that
I'm soft I'm warm I'm full of love
Let's go to bed
Without knowing why or how or when
Without knowing why or how or when
The code is not the killer
The hardware's no blood spiller
It's the user that rings his own neck.
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Stranger's Face
04:15
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Look at this man
I've got his beard
I've got his walk
And his blood
Look at this man
I've got his love
Sometimes I want to push him out
Sometimes I want to push him out
Look at this man
He's all I want
No looking for another now
You've got what you've got
The crowd round his bed trading winks and nods
"We've got you brother"
Sounds funny to me
He knows what to ask
He knows what they'll say
But when they finally wheel him out
He looks strange and afraid
I've never seen him look that way
They push him out
Hand on his chest
With all that came before us
I've never seen him look that way
They push him out
And I forget
All that came before us
I've never seen him look that way
I push him out
And my man fades behind a crowd of strangers
I've never seen him look that way
I turn around
Unable to sleep with all the sounds.
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Bless the Decomposers
04:45
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There's light everywhere the sun touches
A truly solar powered planet
So many breathers
So many breaths
Thank you decomposers for cleaning up the mess
Among the monkeys, flies, and shrimp
Are some lives we hold most precious
And when those few meet their death
We may lose our will to live
And forget the sun that spins
And the earth speeding round it
While the decomposers catch the scent
Last memory last glimpse
The coffin slowly sinks
I put some dirt on it
The decomposers clean
And I may lose my will to live
But my mother kept her spirit
And her mother never quit
And neither did his children
They're a solar powered grid
Of love laced through genetics
And grit
The pieces never picked
The memories pierce our heads
We limp on without him
The decomposers clean our mess.
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Small Stuff and the Rest
04:18
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Throughout winter I'm afraid
In an hour I walk into your room
In ten minutes you're awake
And for a moment I notice you.
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Mom and Dad
03:07
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Sixteenth summer I'm moving on
I'll leave with my brother to sing my own song
The campus air, the classes there
I will be waiting for you without even having a clue
Sixteenth autumn I'm waking up
With drive in my mental and boys to charm
Well love's a mess for most I guess
But I saw you waiting there too
And you held my hand in secret in my dormitory room
Some things just work out I guess
I've loved you forever now my friend
Some things just keep feeling so good
And you know I'll never leave even if another would
Fifty eighth winter I'm holding on
To the half of myself I'd kill the other for
The sterile air the gown you wear
I will be waiting for you
In your chest they found my heart there beating too
Some things just work out I guess
I've loved you forever now my friend
Some things just keep feeling so good
And you know I'll never leave even if another would
And you know I'll never leave.
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Out
04:48
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I'm out buying lightbulbs
If just keep my eyes closed
Fall into a manhole
Tires bump on my skull
I cling close to this world
But the reins are fragile
Like a waistline seatbelt
Or skinned knees on the asphalt
Kissing in the shadows
Choosing our battles
Guessing at what matters
With no clue
Waiting for the surgeon
Shrinking with each second
Stroke or mutilation
Coinflip from the heavens
And I see my grandmother
I see my poor uncle
Telling me in riddles
Of my place in this world
It keeps the boat moving
The paddle steers you on
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream
It keeps the boat moving
The paddle steers you on
We're here without directions
An eye for an eye
A life for a dream.
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