1. |
Buccal
04:41
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Walk along the edge of here.
To light the fires and show what’s near.
This loss of vowel and all that could.
The source of all misunderstood.
To drop a word a notions ghost.
To crush silence to voice, to know.
To speak the truth in the open air
is all the foul an open dare.
A Syllable to cut so clear
could not be found
it remains concealed.
The sound fell short
of an other’s ear.
With so much unknown
there’s so much to fear.
In all the noise of a war in sight
we lost our ground we lost the fight.
If justice has a magnetic pull
our words have changed true north for all.
With compass broke and voices gone.
The loudest mouth is a siren song.
The stars above can no longer guide
we’ll sail alone for the rest of night.
A Syllable to cut so clear
could not be found
it remains concealed.
The sound fell short
of an other’s ear.
With so much unknown
there’s so much to fear.
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2. |
Cascades & Pawns
05:34
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Piece by piece
slowly one by one.
This one and zero
replaced
all this flesh and blood.
It took so long
for a source
to put it all together
and we pulled it apart.
For a hopeless start.
A bloodless heart.
A needless part.
A cold, calculated state of the art.
It’s a fail,
a meme,
a scene,
another proxy dream
upload the dope
that we all need to feed
this growing morbid curiosity.
I’m afraid to say
that we could be
eating each other
byte by byte
is it so right
that a venomous tongue
can reach world wide.
So many so connected
yet so far from one another.
The Millions of idle eyes
could take the place of a brother.
It’s come to this,
a screen,
so bright,
so magnetic.
“Whatever” became
the battle cry
of the green with envy,
and apathetic.
So many so connected
yet so far from one another.
The Millions of idle eyes
could take the place of a brother.
So many so connected
yet so far from one another.
The scrutiny of a million minds
could take the place of a Mother.
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3. |
Satyagraha
05:46
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Sparking the Pyres below
combusting the unknown
could the ashes foster hope
With staunch steady pillars broke
upon a flower’s slope
could this will remain unprovoked
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
This can’t give in
a Mile, a yard, a foot, an inch
Absorb their blows
despite the aching woes
Insight divine
to frenzied cudgel shrines
We fall they stand
their boots on bloodied land
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
With the clouds crashing down
and the ground giving out
can my soul still be found
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
Spirit tell me how to live
cause I got nothing left to give
Spirit tell me how to live
Cause I got nothing left to give
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4. |
Pleiades
04:30
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Through the veil
down to the bone
is it soul
with the warmth of a stone
An intoxicating face
Beckoning collective gaze
wits left null and void
character’s as shallow as lace
With the world's ear
in whispers throw
Is there nothing there to gain but a show.
A flock of doves vending love.
Another star to chase above.
If longing seizes us
for sailing the stormy seas
like Orion, we’ll chase our lives away
for vain and waste all that we see.
If this vanity must
take everyone of us
should we upload and just
leave humanity dust.
If longing seizes us
For sailing the stormy seas.
like Orion, we’ll chase our lives away
for vain and waste eternity.
If longing seizes us
to ignore the misty deep.
like Orion, we’ll chase our lives away
for vain and waste eternity.
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5. |
Sedentary Blue
04:39
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We’ve come to rest upon
a plain flat point of view
Decisions to move or live
in an anemic state of new
We wake our weary heads
from toiled and droughted ground
Minds are dry and unaware
of pouring skies inbound
Rushing on
who knows where
Because here we rust
and the rains collide mid air
It’s too soon to tell
Rushing on
over ground
Rushing on
Open up
the skies above
letting the soil below
absorb what comes
What’s left will carve out
the path ahead
Washing away the dust
and ash of what was said
Rushing on
who knows where.
Because here we rust
and the rains collide mid air.
It’s too soon to tell
Rushing on
over ground
Rushing on
Just one drop
can do so much
Winding down
carving out
making it’s way to the sea
Why must it be the easy path
just from the urge to seek the sea
Feeding these wants
starving these needs
Yet the cycle will never cease
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6. |
Tailwinds
05:06
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A tempest
from west to here
a hindsight not the best
One destined to re-play
Repeat and
let the young ones take the day
What once was so much
is now so precious little
Dreamt our brains dry
this is the the time to try
Don’t fail
Don’t fail
Don’t fail
just go go go
I could sit down,
do the math again
but it would turn my head around
20/20 could tell me where I’ve been
but I could just end up spinning
out of control
head so inside out
that it would crash into the ground
I could stand up
do the task at hand
and it would keep this mind abound
20/20 focus on what’s ahead
and move from beginning
A solid soul clear of all doubt
that all this past could be let down
Tailwinds turning
can’t tell the sky from the ground.
Tailwinds turning
can’t do anything but turn around.
Would have
could have
should have
I only found the pattern fast enough just to see it change
Heaping weights of yesterday’s regrets that must be tamed
Learning is only done with what’s behind
living is done with what remains
Would have
could have
should have
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7. |
The Ebb
04:03
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Could the truth
be found at the bottom of the barrell
Is this as they say
something to leave for the birds
In broken waves we rush
to buy off all our woes
Do these actions work
or was it just a joke
I can’t give in
To this heavy tableau
A million minds entertained
and way too busy to know
Could we take the time
and read into all the heavy whys
Or wave the white flag, tune in
and sleep in the comfy guise
Reading the scandal sheets
Speculate the bleak
And collect our fucked up prize
Tell me how exactly this could go
Will it move on
or will it remain a freak show
Could we take the time
Read the heavy whys
Wave the white flag
Sleep in the comfy guise
Read the scandal sheets
Speculate the bleak
And collect our fucked up prize
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8. |
The Fine Print
05:11
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Could we just get a piece
of what used to be ours
Or should we feel at ease
not bearing the weight of such powers
Or do we have to take
whatever drips below
Tell us, can we be
or do we have to bow
They reserved a nonsense for us
They dis-served the concept of trust
They erased the the conscious from us
They reserved a nonsense for us away
In the space between the lines
a million miles wide
the revisions dispose & wait
to conquer and divide
With a dollar’s mammoth weight
to anchor a buoyant ear
In the crumbling middle ground
the choices disappear
A judgement signed with a pen
A a debt payed with tears
They reserved a nonsense for us
They dis-served the concept of trust
They erased the conscious from us
They only take the crumbs from the upper crust
They Reserve,
We die, we serve.
The voice is heard
and it sees no return.
Could we just get a glimpse
of what used to be ours
Or should we tear out our eyes
and forsake our desires
Or do we have to lift
the weight above our heads
Tell us, can we be
or not until we’ve bled
They Reserved a nonsense for us
They dis-served the concept of trust
They erased the conscious from us
they only take the crumbs from the upper crust
They reserved
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9. |
The Forest
04:02
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In the trees can one see
the thicket high above our means
lying in the deep deep mud
The surging waters
A fitting place to drown
The wailing signals
can not be found
Saying more to
the ones that listen less
in the deafening rush of
a burning forest
Can dialogue make up
for all that we take up
Could all of the screaming
make all of us wake up
The blazing bonfire
breaks us down
The howling hallmark
can not be found
It all could fall apart
we dance on broken hearts
It is reckless art
ignore the glaring fault
of all the captains flaws
and just obey the law
although you it’s wrong
And yet still you sing the song
And let it go to
the wolves at the door
Did it ever dawn
that this could be something more
The Crashing Culture
tells us where to drown
The raging inferno
Brings ashes down
The screaming siren
No longer makes a sound
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10. |
10 Log 10
02:52
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Is there a formula
To find the answer
In all the noise
Is it wise
To dig for feedback
In an abstract impulse
Of unseen size
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Theft Etiquette Kansas City, Missouri
Theft Etiquette is a Progressive rock band from Kansas City, MO. Composed of members:
Jim Breau
Casey Hebberd
Brad Summers
Colby Gile
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