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Another Blind Machine
04:26
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Between the bed fire and the cool infinite
We sleep all too tight fisted and stretched
Upon this split we turn to tangled marionettes
Our heads frustratingly puzzled by who's pulling the strings
Like a thousand scoundrels whistling
Like static in a dream
Behind each man behind the curtain
Hums another blind machine
What the wheat blade whispers the ocean it roars
And men express in stifled whimpers
Beyond the instruments we're strumming without choice
Our voice is being drawn and slaughtered with every call and response
Like a mute rejection feeding back
Like flutters In cage
Behind the man behind the curtain
Hums another hungry sage
Behind each man behind the curtain
Hums another blind machine
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Quit Kidding Yourself
03:47
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Any wild-eyed believer
Could pull you in
Your high calling sleeps on the receiver
Still you intently listen
Quit kidding yourself
You’re killing yourself to make it
Quit kidding yourself
You’re killing yourself to make it true
Any stylized deceiver
Could sell you a line
Fashion you the new age dreamer
Awaking to the new light
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3. |
Beasts
04:52
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Let them be beasts
You’ll look so civilized against them
Let the body eat itself
You’ll feel so fit when the walls close in
Don’t you wanna be
uncompromising?
Don’t you wanna burn the poorly refined on principle alone?
The good fights contact tracing
May Split up families and atoms
Don’t you wanna be
uncompromising?
Regret is what you”ll learn to live with
If not the souls of those around
You can call them the world as you struggle
Tight cuffed to them
Let them be beasts
Let’s paint them sick
As you focus to see through them
Or more to hate their lack
Of flattery for your reflection
Regret is what you”ll learn to live with
If not the souls of those around
You can call them the world as you struggle
tight cuffed to them
Let them be beasts
Let them be beasts
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Pulse
03:17
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As the city sleeps
On a bed of sirens
We slip and weave
Like vapors through the night
Fading on rooftops
Tipsy and tangled
We are the lights that mock
Heavenly bodies from sight
Kiss me I'm so high
I'm never coming down
I'm fully synced to loves chaotic pulse
And getting lost in the sound
Ours song is pulled
from the dreams of strays
Finished by fools
That hear just what they want
The echoing street sounds
Like snickering angels
But they're stories below
Follow me into the sun
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Dissonance of Dreaming
04:32
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Despite the way i'm feeling
Strapped to this blind machine
The dissonance of dreaming
Cuts in to gut me clean
Vibrations moving through me
Strips out my thicker skin
Till world and woe undo me
To press on the skids again
Beyond the trampled summits
Where the muddled masses fawn
Newly slayed in the spirit
I egg the old man on
Don't tell me the way to find me
Despite the way i'm feeling
Moved by a frantic tide
Still every gasp i'm stealing
Tows the electric line
Across the grand diversion
And cursed memories math
I'll pick out the inversion
And waltz off the beaten path
Don't tell me the way to find me
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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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