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Suspended Animation
02:20
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They turn around, don’t turn around. They turn around. They disappear but here they are back again- the sound of whispering. They are immune to the atmosphere and curses in the street. This place has no light at all. Don’t send them away. Don’t you send them away. Look what they found. Don’t turn around. Don’t make a sound. Look what they found, always here and dripping down your fingertips. And our strength is withering. I couldn’t even get out of here. I don’t want to get out of here. This place has no light at all. Don’t take me away. Don’t you take me away. This place has no light at all.
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They Disappear at Dawn
02:27
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You’d have to be a fool. Is this a hold up? What’s the hold up? Imagining you’re invisible. Well, hey, I’m not a fool like you. They know my name. Does it matter anymore? How did they find me here. Doesn’t matter anymore, no. Gravel skips and groans, inventing countries, and confusion. Like a maze of habits, lines vibrate acting out. They know my name. Does it matter anymore? How did they find me here? Doesn’t matter anymore, no. Does it matter anymore?
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Wet Market
02:08
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Beside yourself on the periphery. Well, less than that. Step inside and you are halfway to full absorption. You are halfway there. Can’t sleep? Well, don’t you think- I think of nothing, I think of nothing. It’s a second generation. They said, “The farther from speech, the better.” And you should know better. Sewn together. So together, so together. Receiving everything like a semiconductor. Receiving everything and getting nothing. You are halfway there, and you should know better.
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Dandelion
03:19
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How long? Have we traveled so far? How long? Have you waited long enough? More light, lights these spaces in between. Night falls with your hands across my eyes. We wait a little bit. We wait a little bit more. You float away, Dandelion. You want to go, Dandelion. You float away. Hard life, riding floods of ancient light. Go left, we sit and listen patiently. Train sounds, spinning city so loud. Not long, it picks you up and sets you down. We wait a little bit. We wait a little bit more. You float away, Dandelion. You want to go, Dandelion. You float away. How long? Have we traveled so far? How long? Have you waited long enough? And you like- you like these spaces in between. It’s a hard life riding floods of ancient light. So not long we sit and listen patiently.
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Dark Room
06:06
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I prefer the charm of a blank wall to this expanse. A black box in the middle of a dark room. It’s just a picture, it’s just a story. That’s what you see. We went down to the fire. It’s just a picture, it’s just a story. That’s what you see. We went down to the fire.
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Taste the Wall
02:34
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Taste the wall. Wall to shake. I don’t want a mortuary. Taste the wall. I don’t want a commentary. Taste, I don’t want to taste. Worn out tangle, I thought you knew. I tear a little bit off everywhere I go. I don’t want a commentary. Shake. I don’t want a wall. Taste the wall. I don’t want to. Worn out places I thought I’d go. They take a little piece off, and next thing you know. Shake. Next thing you know. I don’t want to.
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Damnation Trance
02:04
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Space station chance, expelled into the alleyway. It’s a pure world of signs, counting lights on a slick black leather road. I don’t know when I’ll be back. It’s a damnation trance, rocket launches into space to move. Well, don’t look back. Leave me alone or take me with you. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Automaton, we talked for hours together. Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
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Bubblegum Runaways
03:00
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Do you remember what I told you about the transformations? About the planetary bodies? How they leave and travel about like aimless things? They aren’t thinking about what they left behind and they are thinking about tomorrow. An unwelcome satellite lying in wait. Why are you hiding here in the light. Strange memories, a relic in the archives. Laying waste to a cold dull realm, they are thinking about what they left behind. They are thinking about tomorrow. An unwelcome satellite lying in wait. Why are you hiding here in the light. Strange memories, a relic in the archives.
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Flooding of the Nile
01:41
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Look at the sea. Can you see the rise? The muddy water, the martyr’s finger, the roiling down from Kaffa. Homing in, jets kissing land. Maroon nets of polished quartz revealing ships tethered under water. Away beyond the calm dunes, no one ever has anything, but time to kill. No one ever has anything but time to kill.
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Fragmentary Whispers
03:09
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I’m going with you. Isn’t that what you want? Unconsciously, I watch their faces. Same smile again (isn’t that what you want?) at the rims of their eyes. Fragmentary whispers, you are mine forever and ever. Their voices grew so soft, then I was alone. I bowed my head and covered my eyes.
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This Time Tomorrow
02:23
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Darker Room
03:22
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Hymn for Terror
03:10
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There are shouts and voices. There are mysterious men and streets, nights of icicles and knives. If I write it down, I forget it. We fall asleep in the failing light. When I remember it, I sleep it off. At night we think the dying’s just begun. There’s a lone disturbance. There are delirious men and beasts among the crowds in the avenue. If I write it down, I forget it. We fall asleep in the failing light. When I remember it, I sleep it off. At night we think the dying’s just begun. You’re falling down, when the moonlight stands in the doorway. You’re falling down, when the moonlight crashes through the windowpane. It will be alright.
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