1. |
Stunt Double
03:24
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I was feeling
I was looking
At a meme
I was feeling
I was looking at something
I’ve never seen
But the shapes
And the words
Felt like they came from me
From me, how could it be?
I was walking
through somewhere
I’d never been
But I recognised
all the things
I had seen
The more I multiplied I felt free
My stunt double does all my stunts for me
My impersonator does my stunts for free
I had a dream
I was stumbling
through the dark and shadowy steps
I tried to walk in one direction
But I had no depth
I entered the building
For a meeting
But the meeting I forget
Walking with
Your own shadow
Can weigh you down
Just as I hear my voice
Singing as another
Sound
- -
Found myself all dressed up
And ready to go
Feel like
I’m always running late
to the show
Found myself all revved up
And nowhere to be
Can we get lost
In this endless feed
Found myself all gassed up
In the new almanac
I touch my touch screen but it doesn’t
Touch me back
Found myself all dressed up
With nowhere to be
I felt your touch
When I’m tapping on those keys
Found myself all gassed up
With nowhere to go
I’m sitting in the audience
for my own show
Found myself all revved up
And I wanna be seen
I’m trying to embed myself
Into your dreams
Found myself all jacked up
With nowhere to be
I see all my stunt doubles
looking at me
Find myself all revved up
And ready to go
This is not
how I needed it to go
So I go
Dive in slow
Let it flow
What I wrote
And I note
That I don’t
Wanna go
Down my throat
So I watch
From the throes
As I go
Let it go
And I know
That it sews
Repeats old
Repeats goes
And I saw
myself go
Out swimming
lost into the
end less
Stream
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2. |
Don't Stop!
04:31
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Stop!
Don’t Stop
Stop!
And I still can’t get what I want
Feeling sick every day from the smog
Feeling shit and the air it rots
And the look on your face I feel shot
Seems something is out there and it’s hot
Falling from the sky to your cot
You move forward but there’s always something to halt
Something, always something, I can’t Stop!
Don’t Stop
Stop!
Don’t Stop
Stop!
Oh You were born your birth rights looking rough
It seems the silver platter wasn’t enough
You gotta learn a new way to be tough
You gotta learn get quick if it’s enough
The end is a moving target
Won’t be long you won’t know when its started
Could be soon find feelings uncharted
I got no time for you half-hearted
I got no time for you my heartache
You got no time to choose it’s
Stop!
Don’t Stop
Stop!
Don’t Stop
Ambient war, fours the floor
Viral ideas, people want more
Allergic to life, cuts like a knife
Getting in tight and then you’re starting a fight and then
The reward we’re receiving,
is a more to believe in
And the future for you
is then a more than deceiving
Weddings and funerals songs
Birth death and targeted bombs
side by side with a joke
Until you’re proving me wrong and then
History always goes
You don’t wanna know
It does flow
But you don’t wanna know
And ending’s what you need
It’s coming up your feed
You’ll be scrolling your all life
Like a bird or a seed
Just another breath to sing my song. and
Just another voice to sing a long, and
another chance to chant a chant and
I wanna go back but somehow I can’t but
Police crushing my dreams
While they crushing your man
I don’t need ammo for my songs
They need ammo they use their hands
Writings on the wall
But the author is here
wrote it all our self
Run when you hear it don’t
Stop!
Don’t Stop
Stop!
Don’t Stop
I’m trying to hear what the end of the world sounds like
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3. |
Delete
03:37
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Please don’t delete me
Please don’t delete me
Please don’t delete me
What you got against me
I’m just trying to breathe
What you got against me
I’m just trying to breathe
And I say
Please don’t delete
Please don’t delete me
I say
Please don’t delete
Please don’t delete me
What you got against me
I’m just trying to breathe
What you got against me
I’m just trying to breathe
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4. |
Non-Fungible Love Song
04:09
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rolling paper
with you
fighting vapours (god)
with you
scouting locations
I choose
finding narrations
I do
making up the rules
with you
I’m not lost
just looking for clues
wondering how we fit together
trying to see you decentered
a question mark with no answer
my finger stutters when I press enter
agitating
with you!
participating
with you!
avoiding fires
with you!
starting small riots
it’s true!
Not my first time
that is true
I’m not lost
just looking for clues
wondering how we fit together
trying to see your icon rendered
a question mark with no answer
my finger stutters when I press enter
making worlds with you
making worlds with you
I’m making worlds with you
I’ll make it work with you
making words with you
making worlds with you
making words with you
making worlds with you
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5. |
Bird's Arm +
04:00
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Moses
Moses
(What have you)
Done here
Done here
(You spilt your)
Blood here
Before
Bet you never
Before
Bet you never
Bet you never seen anything like this
Before
Bet you never
Before
Bet you never
Moses
Moses
(What have you)
Done here
Done here
(You spilt your)
Blood here
Blood here
Moses
Moses
(What have you)
Done here
Done here
(You spilt your)
Blood here
Blood here
Before
Bet you never
Before
Bet you never
Bet you never seen anything like this
Before
Bet you never
(Hydra!)
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6. |
Snake's Tail +
02:14
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Many heads make
Serpent Season One
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7. |
hfw type beat one
00:51
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8. |
Crime Scene
04:17
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We live in a crime scene
We live on a crime scene
The passing of time
Does not make it fine
(not make not make it mine)
We live on a crime scene
We live on a crime scene
The passing of time
Does not make it mine
(not make not make it mine)
Someone broke in
Let no one else in
Can’t get him out
No warrant about
Trespassers not caught
He works with police
He works with the law
The Judge is the thief
And his son made the roads
His son made the news
His son made your cities
His son made your shoes
His grand-son runs the state
And he owns the big game
And the national guard
His son wrote your name
His son makes the roads
His son made the news
His son made your cities
His son makes your shoes
His son runs the state
And he owns an estate
Whilst all terror is nullified
All in one place
We live in a crime scene
We live on a crime scene
The passing of time
Does not make it fine
(not make not make it mine)
We live on a crime scene
We live on a crime scene
The passing of time
Does not make it mine
(not make not make it mine)
Someone broke in
Let no one else in
Can’t get him out
No warrant about
Trespassers not caught
He works with police
He works with the law
The Judge is the thief
And his son made the roads
His son makes the schools
His son runs the game
Now their son makes the rules
His son named the streets
And his son runs the game
And the national guard
Their son wrote your name
His son makes the roads
His son made the news
And his son runs the cities
His son makes your shoes
His son runs the state
And he owns an estate
Whilst all terror is nullified
All in one place
Whose sins
Maybe mine
Could I be guilty
Of this crime
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9. |
Total Freefall
04:02
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If they wanna say so
I’ll go fast as I can go
You’ll be righteous of rage tho
You write myself on the stage tho
Feels further as every day goes
When you believe what they say so
Gotta get up and get paid tho
Got a fill your day tho
You wake up till you take up the space, tho
You wake up for the sake of your fate, tho
You’ll make it till I evaporate so
I’m coming for ya
Don’t sleep on your date
I mean, fuck nature
I prefer you
Predictive text
Predicting you
Feels further every day goes
When you believe what you say so
Gotta get up and get paid tho
Got a fill your day tho
Fast as I can go
Copying all the vandals
You tell me what I can handle
What I gamble, try to handle
I do what I want but I don’t tho
The space between what I say and I wrote tho
You can catch me at home feeling low tho
Don’t catch me what I say down my throat tho
I do what I want but I don’t tho
The space between what I say and I wrote tho
You can catch me at home feeling low tho
You can’t catch me unless you have the passcode
I been jumping between faces
Faces and places
I can never sit stationed
I’m impatient, and your adjacent
All the people I’ve known
All the words I’ve wrote
They cover my eyes close
They close up my throat
We go soft when they say so
We go hard like they ain’t go
I go light like they don’t know, like they don’t know
What nobody knows
Everybody’s fucked up
They pretend like it ain’t so
I’ll be jumping on your stage though (I’ll be jumping!)
You’ll be jumping from from below
I know you’ve already heard this before
I made it more, I wrote it more
It’s already been sung, it’s been done, never begun,
But I made it more, I want it more
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10. |
River Bed Image Result
03:23
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A song within a song
A game within a catch
A sand dune within a glass frame
A game without a match
A line within a song
A line that makes you weep
A line within a painting
A line that cuts you deep
A line that is hand drawn
A line that connects shapes
A line has been disconnected
A line isn’t concrete
A song within a song
A game within a catch
A sand dune within a glass frame
A frame lit with a match
A line within a poem
A line that makes you weep
A line within a picture
A line that cuts you deep
A line that is hand drawn
A line that connects shapes
A line has been disconnected
A line as in con-crete
A question in an answer
There’s humour in their fear
Reading about future deserts
And trees that disappear
A joke that echoes too loud
Sitcom streaming stutters
Jerry visits the antique mausoleum
And George merely mutters
Mutters
Mutters
Mutters
Stutters
Stutters
Mutters
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11. |
hfw type beat two
00:40
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12. |
LMTC
05:28
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I’m just a cypher
(buy in me)
I’m just a billboard
I’m just a (invest in me)
I’m just a platform
I’m just a map of screens
I’m just a list of interests
(I’m just a) relate to me
I’m not one body
(I’m just a) relate to me
physically
relate my ability
I’m just a cypher
I’m just a (buy in me)
I’m just a billboard
I’m just a (invest in me)
I’m just a bio (I’m just a)
I’m just a map of screens
I’m just a platform
I’m just a (dance on me)
I’m just a list of interests
I’m just a (click on me)
a walking inventory
Just like it was meant to be
- - -
(when you found me I was)
(I was all messed up)
(when you found me)
What did I look like (I was covered in mud)
When you found me? (When you found me I was)
What did I look like (I was without blood)
When you found me? (When you found me)
What did I look like (I was all messed up)
When you found me? (When you found me I was)
What did I look like (I was covered in mud)
When you found me? (I was without blood)
(When you found me I was)
What did I look like (I was covered in mud)
When you found me? (When you found me)
What did I look like (When you found me I was)
When you found me? (I was all messed up)
(When you found me I was)
(I was covered in mud)
What did I look like (I was all messed up)
When you found me? (When you found me)
(When you found me Iwas)
What did I look like… (I was all messed up)
When you found me (I was covered in mud)
What did I look like (When you found me I was)
When you found me? (I was without blood)
That’s what they said (I was all messed up)
That’s what they said (When you found me I was)
That’s what they said when they found me (I was covered in mud)
That’s what they said when they found me (When you found me I was)
That’s what they said when they found me (I was covered in mud)
That’s what they said when they found me (I was all messed up)
That’s what they said (I was without blood)
That’s what they said when they found me (When you found me)
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