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To Kairo
05:10
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Johannesburg's skyline clusters tourists much like insects
Johannesburg's skyline's such a sad way to go
Cecil watches the stars much like tourists
Johannesburg's skyline's such a limiting show.
And so we go
all the way to Cairo,
steady as we go,
holding out my family
like we did long ago.
A long way to go.
Back in England we all legislate like fossils.
Back in England, our queen never says no.
Why would you stick around to scuff your feet on forest floors?
When industry can make your continent all uniform through desert and snow.
Until we go
slash the way to Cairo
through the ice and snow
fighting for my country
like my parents long ago.
A long way to go.
Mombasa's skyline used to be not much to look at,
Mombasa's skyline's now got factories galore.
You spiteful savage people,
look at all we gave you.
As soon as we hit Egypt,
you'll have a road to explore.
For now we go
marching forth to Cairo,
hang on as you go,
making the world rotate
like we did long ago.
Like we did long ago.
Like we did long ago.
A long way to go.
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2. |
Pressure Dome
01:49
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Plexiglass for temperature control
and atmosphere for every single room in the house.
A think tank for the population’s booming
making Manhattan seem small.
Here comes the roar of the population rumble
and the crowded disposition running every single bubble in town.
Three hundred sixty ways of looking out the window
making Manhattan seem tall.
Now you’re free to roam
under your new home,
with a city that’s a living under pressure dome.
Now you’re free to see
the future country
with a habitat constructed for the family.
Anything he say
you better disobey
because the future’s made of clay,
a geodesic, warm display.
Come on and work it out.
Gas exchange, molecular control,
and Victorian kitsch for every single night in the house.
Empire State with the stereoscopic vision
has the view of a contact lens.
We’re gonna change the energy conservation twofold,
we’re gonna change the systems of oppression untold:
a cure for cancer, necromancer, modern dancer
from the comfort of your own biosphere
when you’re free to roam
under your new home,
with a city that’s a living under pressure dome.
Now you’re free to see
the future country
with a habitat constructed for the family.
Anything he say
you better disobey
because the future’s here to stay
a geodesic, warm display.
Come on and work it out.
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3. |
Breathe in the Static
04:22
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Tesla left on a Thursday.
At least he left the living,
we found him sprawled out on the hotel floor.
Stochastic writing patterns
drawn halfway through the notebook
made up a sequence that I had seen before.
It said we breathe in the static
and sleep through the noise.
Our lives automatic
and solitude destroys it.
Hear the universe calling, see the world as hostile
so I think that you should stay for a while.
Ada left on a Saturday and
just as she slipped away,
we found her motionless-- she died in her sleep.
Her token to the living,
relentless unforgiving.
A number sequence only halfway complete.
These are the days salvation,
a little hesitation.
These are the days where every person like electrons can flow.
These are the day's locations
of pure line computations.
Raise up your own antenna,
raise up antenna tonight.
We breathe in the static
and sleep through the noise.
Our lives automatic
and solitude destroys it.
Hear the universe calling, see the world as hostile
so I think that you should stay for a while.
Now there’s no finite number
of all the combinations
of letters I could write on back of this card.
And there’s no single pathway
to raise a real number
to yield a current and illuminate my yard.
Crank out the brass schematic
secured in central static.
Ada and Tesla and the now precomplete.
For purgatory is abating
for those communicating.
The little bit of liminal where the unfinished meet.
And so we breathe in the static
and sleep through the noise.
Our lives automatic
and solitude destroys it.
Hear the universe calling, see the world as hostile
so I think that you should stay.
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4. |
Glitch
03:10
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5. |
Skeleton Up
05:01
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Skeleton, stand still for me
And rise up through the skyline
Pile of bones, please dance for me
and hold yourself upright hand over fist-
For we have got a congruence sometimes.
And we have got a signal sent across enemy lines,
yeah, we have got a congruence sometimes.
‘Cause culture’s a lie——
don’t hold back the curtain.
As the years go by——
our future is certain and only our structure remains.
Martial law, till a body is bended,
And skin, they could never exhume it.
Taphonomy, like Gorbachev intended,
I'm shouting it out.
I'm shouting to whom it-
Would be a form of it sometimes.
Though the outside world ignores it, you’re sure to realize.
And we have got a confluence sometimes.
Cross culture’s a lie——
don’t hold back the curtain.
As the decade goes by——
our future is certain and only our structure remains.
The fruit of knowledge bitten,
They tried to clothe you in advertisement.
your text is shallow, still mostly unwritten
on the money that you and I spent on your
beauty left and opulence sometimes.
For we all need some pulchritude across enemy lines
for we want to be beautiful too.
For we want to be as beautiful as you.
For we want to be as beautiful as all of you.
‘Cause culture’s a lie——
don’t hold back the curtain.
As the centuries go by——
our future is certain and still that damn structure remains.
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6. |
Dig Down
03:57
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Where are we going?
Peninsula's asleep with ocarina sound,
said what lies down under ocean's subducting?
A land where we have yet to be found.
And I'm worried that it's gonna be,
as unfinished as the stratigraphy
as we dig down.
So they dug to the bottom,
towards our magmatic igneous sea.
We were faced with the eternal autumn,
evolution with nothing in common,
the biome over my country
And I'm worried that they will be found,
As the government went underground,
As we dig
Down
They heard the voices at thirteen kilometers.
Their people welded the project shut.
And Brezhnev never found what lived at the bottom,
a land that our planet forgot.
Now our passage sits abandoned,
our connection's still stranded,
so please dig down.
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7. |
Particle Run
02:10
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Used to do my time in Texas,
rolling cross the desert ground
They got a lot of room in Texas,
so we chose to stick around.
Build a giant ring of magnets,
let the magnets run for days
giving Newton some misfortune.
In the quantum, anyways.
Do the particle run
when there's nobody around you left to hear your fun
and you're sticking to the bridges of a smoking gun
'cause the southwest give a damn about the side that you're on
but the side that you're going to.
Used to drown myself in acid.
I'd fit in better with Texas and what's underground
if I were a brachiopod.
Acid makes the world go round.
That was when I slept with Abbey,
Abbey gave me life to look forward to living to.
Abbey sleeps with engineers now.
Abbey lied.
We made the particles run
and as everyone but government had up and gone
when your biggest fear in life is that you don't belong.
And the reason your around is for the graviton,
but you can't find the gravit-
On to a better life I told myself,
to a life I can complete myself.
Spent all these years hiding my accent from the midwest,
I escaped from the
Midwest where the people complete themselves.
Spent my childhood home with the white trash.
Sweat and tears both took me to grad school.
This is happiness,
that's what
the man on the TV once said it is what the TV man said
it so it is all true now.
If I were a stromatopore,
I bet the team would take interest.
In the land of chionophores
my life is nearing completion.
Please tell me Abbey's returning,
so I can finally
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