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Could you please just back the hell up?
I just need a second to breath now,
a moment to myself is all I need.
Okay, let’s start over from the top.
Now, what did you say?
It doesn’t matter, we won’t remember anyway.
Did you really think that you would be the one
to cut me out of this state of mind that I find?
Did you really think that it would ease your mind to pace through the hallway?
Once again, a thousand times, over and over, retracing every single line
until the line becomes blurred and we’ve lost our way and all we’ve got left is time.
Circling round and around my mind,
these birds of prey, silent, and drifting,
biding their time until these thoughts,
quite contrived, are simply put no longer mine.
So, we found our way to the bottom of another glass.
That’s progress, I guess.
(Thoughts quite contrived are no longer mine
I guess you’d say that’s progress anyway)
Did we really think that things had changed?
(Thoughts quite contrived are no longer mine
I guess you’d say that’s progress anyway)
Have a look inside, you’ll see it’s all the same.
Could you come a little closer now (it’s so plain to see)
I’m so grateful for these moments (breathing sighs of relief)
I suppose we’ll let what once was rest (now, be at peace)
You can close your eyes and be
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Squintin Tarantino Pt1
05:24
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Overhauled and remodeled, built to last a life.
Overworked and unimpressed,
oh the poor, poor victims of circumstance waiting at the door
with their hands open wide, a glint of greed in their eyes.
the poor, poor victims of consequence
not yet accustomed to consistency, contingency, all eyes on me.
Overhauled and remodeled, built to last a life,
overworked and unimpressed the poor, poor victims of circumstance
yeah, waiting at the door, waiting at the door
with their hands open wide, gimme, gimme all the time
got some weight on your back man, let me help you brush it off
take a little time now to straighten your spine out
oh, yeah, well now we’re seeing eye to eye
I’d just like to apologize for all the time (spent) idle in my mind.
Twelve birds with three arms, spinning ever round;
watching colors fade, dust collecting frame.
Every ten, a reminder that somethings left unsaid.
Tie up loose ends, pull the wool over their lids.
Half smile, my only sentiment
oh, in light of separation, liquid moving sediment through,
we’ll further thoughts, relief.
Now self assured to feel secure, that’s what they’ll tell you to leave at the door.
Alright, let’s further thoughts,
relieve all that pressure behind your eyes,
maybe it’s time, just let her step aside
Hey you, miss all eyes on me would you sell your soul for nothing,
would you give it away, give it away, give it away for free?
Hey you miss all eyes on me
oh, you’re looking kind of low, won’t you please come have a seat?
We can further thoughts. Relief.
Isn’t that what you wanted, something to help you feel free?
Now do you feel free?
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JMC I: Melt Man
01:41
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Mali
03:57
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Light bursts from the center after the sand filled mouth
sputters slanted syllables, speaking in shapes and sounds.
Thoughts pass before my eyes, opened wide.
Tell me have you seen that before? (what did you say?)
Has it always been so bright? (what did you, what did you say?)
Maybe we should just go back (inside).
Where are my eyes?
Oh, it seems they’ve turned inside
and what did they find?
Where are my eyes?
It seems they’ve turned inside and oh my god,
now what did they find?
digest make sense, the sounds not so sickening.
blue lights and shadows cast, floating the time away
oh my god, it always happens the same.
Cradled in her shifting arms, I’m drifting now.
Say that again man, could you not hear the sound?
Could you not see the sound?
Cradled in her shifting arms I’m drifting now.
Crashing waves upon my face ripple, swell, dilate, and then don’t they subside?
In dark waters I float through shadows grown of our own design.
Only rivers flow as I
and I know that the oceans waves,
they aren’t far behind.
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Tongue tied and twisted tight in tangled up knots
of rhetoric, rushing out, spilling across the yard.
Oh, this conversations over man (I don’t wanna be here)
dancing around the point to keep em guessing, (anymore)
lets just empty it, empty it, empty it all (anymore)
Have you stepped out of your mind?
The only way you’ll comply
with others concepts of time
is through distorted images and fragmented shifting lines.
It seems the only way to feel half alive.
What would you say if I called you up, said I found another way?
Oh, but maybe it’s all the same thing to you.
Cause no one ever wants to feel this way,
as if somethings might never change,
but the story repeats, it’s always sounding the same way.
Oh my god, can you feel them?
They’re crawling in through my eyes into my skull
with their claws, bearing teeth that they use
to feast upon my every waking thought
is gone, thought is gone
There’s blood in the water, there’s blood in the water!
If you please come have a drink,
just be aware that soon you’ll sink.
“But I won’t go back to those heights.”
Come on man, just another once around the old run around
another dime, another line, is that a crime?
a little pick me up will do the trick this time.
come on man, you know I’ve had a lot on my mind these days
just let me dig this grave and call the hole my bed so that I may finally rest my head.
(hey, hey!)
What if I said that I had found one more way to feel like life is okay?
I have seen enough.
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Squintin Tarantino Pt2
04:47
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So let’s take it back a couple years now.
Every things changed, maybe it’s all the same
but still I wonder, should we try it out?
I’ll be the first to say I have my sincerest doubts.
We always seem to repeat ourselves with these talks
and then the lights go out.
Still you find a way to make it okay,
and I’ll be honest I don’t much mind at the time,
in time she keeps on singing all the same old familiar songs to me.
she’s still singing: “oh, oh, oh’
Maybe I could just it right this time around,
maybe we could both get it right this time around.
Break the cycle before it breaks my neck and it’s off with my head
Break the cycle before it breaks my neck and I’ve lost my fucking head!
Like moths to the flame, we were born to inquire and draw ourselves near to the light.
Though it may burn we will bask there in wonder and awe of it’s terrible might.
Lost in her glow, with compelling desire climb higher and take in the view.
As we ascend, our shadows, suspended, grown taller then cease to exist.
I’m still lost...
Still, you find a way to make it okay.
I’ll be honest I don’t much mind at the time.
I’m still lost in her glow...
I’m still...
Still you find a way to make it okay,
and I’ll be honest I don’t much mind at the time.
In time I find that she keeps on singing
all those same old familiar songs to me.
She’s still singing: “oh, oh, oh”
Maybe I could just get it right this time around.
Maybe we could both get it right this time around.
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Hot Hot Tuna
04:01
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We move like ants marching through the tracts of
a smoke choked giant set in steel and stone.
Diagnose, medicate, it’s not you it’s just the way you’re made.
Comprehend, regurgitate, make ‘em believe that someone else’s to blame.
Well honestly, oh, honest me, I couldn’t bare to see another placated son.
Are we the only ones who choose to believe
that we must be the change that we would like to see?
Safe and sound, spinning high above the ground,
did you think it’d come crashing down?
We both know exactly how this ends,
allow me to please just lend a hand.
With you building up your walls,
lay the brick and stone, you’ll hide.
Never a thought of the world outside.
Brick by brick you’ll build dark spires, climb higher,
as the world far below continues to move in phantasmal patterns of shifting light and sound, and so ever you watch, perched upon your precipice imagining what it’s like holding the magnifying glass as molecules accelerate and all the world burns.
We both know exactly how this ends,
allow me to please just lend a hand.
Break down these walls!
All of the masses marching on;
single file perforation is law.
These corporations shoving their fists down our throats
Well you see, nothings wrong.
You feel nothing wrong?
Something is wrong.
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JMC III: Party Pat
02:50
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Lost in transmission.
Receiver, non-receiving, end
transmission, over and out again.
I want to feel the crushing sound disembody my failing form.
Malleable as wax figures beneath the sun.
All caught up in the deconstruction.
(God only knows what wretched beings we are)
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Come on in, the waters fine
I’ll get you a drink, it’ll buy me some time
to make my way across the room
as colors are starting to bloom,
she’s looking good, I’m feeling fine,
maybe I can find a place in my mind.
Let her just oblige.
(Sax)
So I think we’ll be just fine in time, yeah.
Oh but maybe it’s all in my mind again,
but I think we’ll be just fine in time.
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