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Pollyanaish Sermon
05:40
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an ideal something turns to nothing as soon as we make it everything, we’ll never make it right if we don’t loosen up, we’ll never make it right. silence, stillness, begging for awareness, this machine does feed on our stress, we’ll never make it right if we don’t loosen up we’ll never make it right. make it right, lose it all tonight, unplug your whole […] unburden your reason, who needs motivation, all we need […] treason. we’ll never make it right – no! we won’t loosen up, we’ll never make it right. an ideal something turns to nothing as soon as we make it everything, we’ll never make it right – no! we won’t loosen up, we’ll never make it right. silence, stillness, begging for awareness, this machine does feed on our stress, we’ll never make it right – no! we won’t loosen up, we’ll never make it right.
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Black Mountain
04:59
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on top of the black mountain we suddenly turn pale as someone starts to pray: “each of us […] nothing but the needle in the hay – let the machine slowly rust, let the sea lose its lust, we´ll never […] us either way!“ but i say: “life´[…] too long to consider it short, so why not make this all we want. . . at least until forever?!” and the preacher sings his sway: “let the world gather dust, let them have their fuzz, we´ll never […] us either way!“ but i say: “life´[…] too long to consider it short, so why not make this all we want. . . until forever? – you think you´[…] too smart to fall for this, the fairy tales of eternal bliss, well, we could fall together . . . from the top of the black mountain.”
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Porcelaine
05:28
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fickle minds behind firm porcelain skin, promising smiles rear insincere grins,
beautiful words steady and shaped. . . bipolar slaves to a lost origin – this instant […] everything – and when it’[…] gone, all […] none, and when it’[…] gone – this instant […] everything – steady and shaped, within the wink, fragile like bubbles, brittle like us, deep from within and when it’[…] gone –
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X
02:14
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Artichoke Hearts
03:52
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“so long, so long“ – this […] how you say hello? you turn and go whither the wind blows, too young, too young to grow older, too old, too strong to be told off. […] gone, […] gone, undo another soul! […] undone and leave me alone! artichoke hearts never risk (to take) the fall but yet they always claim it all. hello, hello – i […] not your foe! i see your life – a tale of woe, you seek for warmth by staying cold, you keep in touch by letting go. artichoke hearts never risk (to take) the fall but yet they always claim it all […] gone, […] gone! undo another soul! […] undone and leave me alone!
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Goldfish
03:46
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now as a little drop turns to a wave, you won’t remember anything, as your eyes gaze into another face, and wash away the little things – you happened by people on your path to the sea, promised yourself the depths of the ocean but you dove in their souls rather shallowly, yet depth claims devotion (negating fast motion). quarreled with yourself, skipped out on time so a lifetime passed you by, you find peace in seeking, so in love with grieving, you could have had the sublime, but you gambled and lost at your own cost, who would have thought you’[…] one of those, who find lust in the utmost absence of proximity and trust. you feel like a goldfish thinks: trapped in your bowl, every round another goal. wash away. . .
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Idea Of Time
04:07
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Structure Freedom
05:05
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whatever it […] we […] certainly lacks history and doesn’t intend destiny. […] […] as such genuine? or […] it genuinely wrong to […]? what do we posses? will there ever […] a mine or me? the notion of self – an illusive confusion? idea of redemption – a confusing illusion? we mistake mutual affection with affinity for that reflection. i want to glimpse around life’s corner, grab […] by its throat but I can’t look back without to turn, more than a thousand facets at once – reflections
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Don't Know
05:03
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how to differ light from dark? how to discern x and y? do i need your evidence? should i resist or comply? […] life made of binaries? should they reign my fate? do i need your evidence? should i live by love versus hate? – ladies and gentlemen and […]ings beyond, this [...] a story about a bondless bond, of how love went to hell and revolution did too, because no one could tell what they wanted or knew. – let me see evidence, let me see true evidence, or shut up and dance – “i don’t know” – we don´t know. though we’[...] inside, everybody’[...] outside, that’[...] the flipside, when i don’t, you don’t, we don’t, no one knows. we don’t know. i don’t know. how to differ light, how to differ light from dark? do i need your acceptance? how to discern x and y, should i resist or comply?
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XX
01:16
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Empty Set
04:26
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we defy to define, we ally with the far side, we like to waste in the blur, it’[…] easier to stay numb in here. we ally with the far side, we defy to define, we like to waste in the blur, it’[…] easier to stay numb in here. – in the twilight where only shades seem clear, where only far […] near, we ain’t have to […], not even free.
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12. |
Everything // Nothing
04:16
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you tell me to move, but you won’t let me pass – gimme everything and nothing, you have me consume but reign the demand – gimme everything and nothing. welcome to the time where something equals anything, welcome to the place where everything […] nothing. we can’t push rewind nor can we forward anything, we […] trapped inside [eternity]. you force me to live without future nor past – gimme everything and nothing, you call on my name as if it would last – gimme everything and nothing.
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13. |
XXX
02:23
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