1. |
Bleep - Good Mo(u)rning
04:31
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Technicians know best, until the system sputters cracked code on the world. Omnivorous data discs gone hungry, huddled from the rain.
Nodal bodies afraid to catch fire.
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2. |
Ne Cede Malis
03:57
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People want to stay hidden and not mention any names
After metallic nightshade cover-up: a gateway
She took the tired and calloused and let them run their fingers all over
Afterall, opening your door at the threat of Moses
Sanctifies the home
Beyond blood
Beyond concrete.
It will hold.
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3. |
Loveseat
03:20
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we share
chemical imbalances and
affinities for broken things
needles, grooves on records
silence, sometimes sounds sublime
the blinding dawn: elastic terrain
voices - soft, and demons we have known
to crawl out from each other’s throats
I try my hand at
vulnerabilities
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4. |
Prelude
02:22
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The light always just missed your room -
we left everything to the night.
The phonograph that everyone
has long since replaced
was in its corner.
We let the record run its course.
Those distinct sounds -
I still play for myself from time to time
soon become static.
Yet the fragments dance behind my eyelids.
The girl who once drew you -
she was kind enough
to keep them intact.
She was wise enough
to fold them away
for these inevitable days.
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5. |
Can't Be Waiting Forever
05:21
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“I see your virtue, but it must cradle itself. What you must learn about reassurance is simple: the familiar wink, euphoric smile, or lenitive hand completes itself. It’s that flash of invincibility, then continued dances in failure.”
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6. |
Purgatory's Elevator
05:33
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We did not come here
to walk atop fragile skyscrapers.
Our feet were firmly
planted in ancient soils,
weaving golden paths.
We, who picked ripe black figs
from our trees, made to beg -
fed dreams and imitations
from contaminated fingertips...
Yet you would call us parasites?
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7. |
Supernova
05:10
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Have you considered stepping aside from your soul?
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8. |
Love Cushion
03:01
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Jazz is always comical
Played mentally
But after the slip on the bruised peel
There’s a rash of laughter
Then, two hungry smiles
Snagged in cosmic disbelief.
Amid the clatter of big deals over small drinks
They disappear.
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9. |
For the Kids
04:45
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Good luck.
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Data 91 New York
Using proprietary systems, Data 91 offers verisimilar solutions through cutting edge innovations in dream design. Our campus is based in New York City.
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