1. |
Stay Awake, Stay Alive
06:56
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Just another strange day
or is the swords finally coming down?
The earth will shake until in breaks our resolve
The earth will shake until we sing it's praise
I get caught up in the news
What is the use of counting dead bodies
I don't know why we even bother
Once I fell overboard into a very cold lake
I couldn't swim due to heavy winter clothes
I spent minutes down there
overwhelmed by the size of hope
After a while the universe decided to send me home for dry clothes
I might think I lived through this, but it's all made up
I'm still here, not there
There's no last moment, no resolve
Not ever, at least not always
I won't like it, but the sword might come down
If we stay awake, we stay alive
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2. |
Concrete Allure
04:55
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There is an emptiness outside of these walls
There is an emptiness outside of these walls
There is an emptiness outside of these walls
In night time we start to see some truths
In many ways the city's restlessness is the same as mine,
as I fall asleep
I climbed down in present evil times
I had been waiting for so long
for my mind to give up on ghosts and my eyes to finally close,
but they refused
In my mind the city is a true wilderness
Neighbours and traffic,
streets flooded with concrete grey faces caught between tall buildings with a concrete grey allure band a long string of brightly lit stores
Once outside everything works as planned
Everything's convenient and secure,
which makes our loneliness even more profound,
at least that is what I found
Even though my downstairs neighbour waves hi everyday,
I won't stay here
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3. |
Transcendental Pursuits
02:16
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Graves are never far away
In all the time that remains
I'll still look for the same things
Of everything I had hoped to find
Youth, Eternal life, dead friends and world peace have stayed lost
All these transcendental pursuits made me disconnect from earth
No catharsis, no tragedy
How long can I float here,
clinging to dead bodies
24/7 propaganda updates left me absolutely out of phase
Inaudible, indecipherable
How land can I sit and read before I succumb to emptiness?
In life we all have our chores, but we hardly know what for
What else can we do?
Keep going and push through
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4. |
We Breathe Through It
03:53
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They took no clue
when nothing else compared
They turned it into a version
of a version of the truth
No honest mistakes were made
when there's so much to gain
How could all these people have been so blind?
And what is our response now we know?
First Trees were cut
Then houses built
A power grid, wifi, and water, clean water
And Parking spots for all our neighbours
A powder keg
Soap and water wash away gun powder
while water's vapours cloak the city in some truths
Fog rolls in
Fog rolls in
We breath through it
We see nothing, nothing at all
We see nothing, nothing at all
We know nothing, nothing at all
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5. |
Another Guitar Riff
02:37
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For decades our economic growth
always involved burning massive stores of fossil fuels
The fumes are problematic,
but their energy we still need to build factories, to plan modern cities
and to increase our living standards
until we die
Bankers will run for their shiny spaceships
They will colonise the moon and set up shop there
You're checking your phone for updates
And I'm still debating if this song needs another guitar riff
On our last day on earth
And I watched towering columns of black smoke dotting the horizon
We carefully lit a bonfire with wood from the garden and we threw in all the fireworks I had saved from New Year's eve
It's a shame I didn't keep it
for the last day on earth
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6. |
Three Swords
10:15
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In the dark sky constellations rise
In the dark sky recon satellites orbit by
You stand on the side of the road
like the world's police
I see your sword, but where is your shield, where re your friends?
The dog detects the scent of a cat he smelled a thousand times before
All house are dark and everyone is off to bed
The dog heads back home and you follow
Domesticated and loyal
We came, we saw, he died, the sword
We came, we saw, he died, the sword
We came, we saw, he died, the sword
As soon as I entered the woods
sword bites echo back at me
Far off someone is chopping wood, but not for building a fire but to make space for an airstrip
Renditions and secret missions
The sun is gone, but we don't light the fireplace until it gets really cold
The sun is gone, but we don't light the fireplace until it gets really cold
When I reached the clearing I found three swords stuck in the ground
I looked up and stared at the stars
For a long time I wondered if orbiting satellites float or fly
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7. |
A New Safe Space
06:01
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Whatever clouds may darken the horizon
There is an imagined country behind it
Right there for the taking,
just right for saving
We don't bow the neck
We don't bend the knee
But who are we when we ask others to bow the neck, to bend the knee
We don't have the right to silence the cacophony
We went out grave robbing and clouds should have shrouded the moon
Nature lovers and the marking of two beasts holding the heart of Frisbee September
Between society and actuality there is a grave abyss,
but what has been disappeared in fact still exists
The abyss that opened up with emptiness pouring out must be answered and closed with a new safe space
We need each and everyone to engage, to navigate around our own ghosts even though it seems like they're everywhere we look
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