1. |
Tilt
03:35
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Not every read
Can keep me
Can hold my fickle attention
But you opened up
And captured me
Breaking down all my defenses
You put me on
You put me on
Not every touch
Possesses
Steadies my turbulent emotion
But you stopped me dead
In my scattered tracks
Rushed my blood calm upon your ocean
You put me on
You put me on
Tilt
Sending every sign at once
Tilt
You put me on
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2. |
Drag
03:49
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Hold your compassion
A blast shield to this aggravated age
Don't let it take you in wholesale
To border all you love with hate
One dying to become you
Foul and desperate far in reach
Applying to reduce you
To buzz words in a stump speech
Don't let it drag you out
Where you can't touch
You can't touch
You are more please, don't forget it
Than what tricks your urges pull
By high-water you are lifted
Swallowed up, remade anew
Another floater for the wavemaker
You are more than this
Part of the crowds contagion Is setting in
As you watch the truth twist
Don't let it drag you out
Where you can't touch
You can't touch
It's all fixed around the dollar
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3. |
She Came Playfully
04:05
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Bent into the note of
A hope that I was hyping
I tread-milled a cloud of
Nerves still igniting
To gaze and stutter off in
One direction I was
Out of phase with most then
But still opening up
When she came playfully beside me
I went along
I went a long, long way to find somebody new to leave behind
When she came playfully beside me
I went along
I went a long, long way to find somebody new to leave behind
When she came playfully beside me
When she came playfully beside me
My concentration it lurched
‘Round monoliths of neon
I, through tangled circuitry searched
The wiring to disarm
The stinging nag of lonely
That drags the past into frame
As if what was unfolding
Was only more of the same
When she came playfully beside me
I went along
I went a long, long way to find somebody new to leave behind
When she came playfully beside me
I went along
I went a long, long way to find somebody New to leave behind
We slept through each other’s silent alarms
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I love you, burn in hell
I love you, burn in hell
I love you, burn in hell
I love you, burn in hell
I should’ve half expected this
But I believed each simple word
Was true when first they passed our lips
Then by the world within us turned
Bitter the beg for time to stop
So we may soak long in the sun
All wanting hints to greater want
To crumble in another’s arms
I love you, burn in hell
Then pace the distance in between
From nothing we can spare ourselves
To strip the nightmare from the dream
I’ll comfort you in your betrayal
Speak soft to soothe the punisher
Hard stressing every board and nail
Of our facade’s frail structure
So heavy are the crimes we carry
Shame if they are all our own
For you my body burns to bury
A past come up to chill your bones
The deadened tips of feeling pressed
Together form a desperate grip
Like hands locked on a lovers neck
They only feel the controls slip
The controls slip
I love you, burn in hell
Then pace the distance in between
From nothing we can spare ourselves
To strip the nightmare from the dream
I should’ve half expected this
But I believed each simple word
Was true when first they passed our lips
Then by the world within us turned
Bitter the beg for time to stop
(The deadened tips, of feeling pressed)
So we may soak long in the sun
(Together form a desperate grip)
All wanting hints to greater want
(Like hands locked on a lovers neck)
To crumble in another’s arms
(They only feel…)
The controls slip
I love you, burn in hell
I love you, burn in hell
I love you, burn in hell (To strip the nightmare from the dream)
I love you, burn in hell (From nothing we can spare ourselves)
I love you, burn in hell (Then pace the distance in between)
I love you, burn in hell (From nothing we can spare ourselves)
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5. |
Machine Language
04:17
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Screaming towers harmonize
Into a fateful howl
The sounds of loading from inside
Is longing in the cell
Our works themselves unrecognized
For all that’s left to see
Is mangled code in glitchy time
On both sides of the screen
So what are you gonna do?
Hold the world in clenched hands
Where are you gonna go?
Steady down the stream
By now
We’re mostly born and bred to
Run the machines dream
Run the machines dream
Keepin’ it alive
No energy to bat an eye
In questioning ourselves
If we are truly safe inside
Or triaged in hell
How do you wanna live?
The way French people fuck
What do you have to give?
Blood and engine steam
By now
We’re mostly born and bred to
Run the machines dream
Run the machines dream
Our works ourselves unrecognized
For all that’s left to see
Is mangled code in glitchy time
On both sides of the screen
So what are you gonna do?
Hold the world in clenched hands
Where are you gonna go?
Steady down the stream
By now
We’re mostly born and bred to
Run the machines dream
Run the machines dream
Keepin’ it alive
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6. |
Sleep, Billy Sleep
03:19
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This sentence is the best thing
That’s ever happened to us
We needed the time and attention
My doctors smell a book deal
On the heels of my condition
They say they’re gonna cut me in
Why should it matter how?
So long as everyone is getting what they want from you
I wanna be sick as much
As they want me to be
Sleep now, Billy, sleep
They put me in the headlines
Then curse my celebrity
Sleep now, Billy, sleep
Why should it matter why?
So long as everyone is getting what they want from you
Why should it matter how?
So long as everyone is getting what they want from you
Sleep, Billy, sleep
This sentence is the best thing
That’s ever happened to us
We needed the time and attention
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7. |
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How is it I unlearn this helplessness
That was sold to me at every turn?
Why do I crave to take their word for it
Than to stay hung on the hook left to discern?
They just call me automatic for the modern age
Diagnosed without a second look
I gave them time to take root in my head
’Til all control was lost, even in dreams
A poor substitute for ego death
They just call me automatic for the modern age
But do I owe them the rest of my life?
How is it I unlearn this helplessness
That was sold to me at every turn?
Why do I crave to take their word for it
Than to stay hung on the hook left to discern?
But do I owe them the rest of my life?
They just call me automatic
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8. |
Catherine Shackles
03:30
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Catherine, there’s no doubt
From the circles you’ve merged into
You’re gonna soon find out
How far you’ll dig to get through
All your silent partners
That point you where to go
Tie you off with pleasure
And leave you kicking from their gallows
But you don’t care as long as it holds
As long as it holds
Catherine, shackles don’t become you
As much as they want them for you
Itching at the gums to spill what words will break you
From the scripted ones your thoughts lay waste to come to
But you don’t care as long as it holds
As long as it holds
Catherine, shackles don’t become you
As much as they want them for you
All your silent partners
That point you where to go
Tie you off with pleasure
And leave you kicking
Catherine, shackles don’t become you
As much as they want them for you
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9. |
Disassociate
04:27
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To sing to thee ungrateful ear
To step beyond a moments fear
To take or sell a side to cheer
It’s all that you can do
To stomach the narrative you've carved
To play along, to get this far
To latch your eyes through the worst part
It’s all that you can do
Disassociate
Disassociate yourself
Disassociate
Disassociate yourself
To plant your shattered fantasy life
Given the options, you might be right
After all your only trying to survive
It's all that you can do
Disassociate
Disassociate yourself
Disassociate
Disassociate yourself
It’s all you can do
You’re only trying to survive
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10. |
Enemy Mine
05:52
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I’m at the root of it, pulling
My mind and grip are sure
My fears are past projecting
And fast becoming yours
My truth paints me a hero, see
Aims my compass glory bound
Makes hearsay and heresy
Of every word that puts me down
I know what you are
I know the company you keep
Where you get your information
What you think about me
I know what you want
What you claim to believe
You’re wrapped in fascination
Empty as celebrity
Now show me my enemy
Now show me my enemy
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this
Now show me my enemy
The divine rage I’m stoking
Sheds civility by cuts
Carves out satisfaction
In service to demagogues
My ideals define you now, see?
Keeps my compass glory bound
It’s you that occupies me
You're the one I’m meant to cut down
Now show me my enemy
Now show me my enemy
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this
I’ve been waiting my whole life for this
Now show me my enemy
I’m at the root of it, pulling
I’m at the root of it
I know what you are
I know the company you keep
Where you get your information
What you think about me
I know what you want
All you claim to believe
You’re wrapped in fascination
Empty as celebrity
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11. |
Fault Lines
05:29
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Between our mythic pasts
And the fight for brighter futures
Bidding for my attention all hours of the day
Springs another ad
Campaigning the present moment
Brought by short time selling the only get away
I don't imagine the look on the face of history
Grinning from ear to ear over the killing that's been made
Just look at us now
Look at us now
As we climb up to radical heights
No, don't look down
Don't look down
As we climb up to radical heights
They say
Keep your head up
Just look at us now
They say
Keep your head up
No don't look down
What turns they offer me have got me frozen in place
The spread of reality is vast beyond my take
There's hope for the best and doomsday prognostications
Faith in the process and zealots in the faith
Just look at us now
I don't imagine the look on the face of history
Grinning from ear to ear over the killing that's been made
Or any God delighting in this show of ugly
Falling in set positions for tired games replayed
Just look at us now
Look at us now
As we climb up to radical heights
But don't look down
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Palm Ghosts Nashville, Tennessee
Palm Ghosts is the sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville,
TN.
More at home in rainy Manchester, the quartet weaves cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.
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