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Marching Drums
04:23
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So it goes. So it shall be. What more are you waiting for? Am I a person? Am I a body? And after work, where do I put my body?
With the precious little free time I’m afforded, is it so bad I want to stay at home?
We’re mostly made from memories--the things we leave behind. The marching drums are pounding in my ears, but I won’t rise. Don’t make me rise.
A reason for the things you think? Don’t tell me that’s what you’re waiting for! I mean (if we are people) we should move our bodies. We can move a lot until we lose our bodies.
With this brief breath of a life that we are given, I guess we really ought to fuck around.
We’re mostly made to laugh and dance. Burn each other out. To rise and meet the marching drums, then fall back to the ground. Into the ground.
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Try to Build a Fire
03:23
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A cold front is rolling up and in. It must be that time of year again. Can’t sleep with all of that caffeine. Drink to the point where you don’t dream. So bite down and head into the storm. You’ve been here many times before, and these bouts can carry on for days.
I’ve read “To Build a Fire”. There’s just one way that it can go. You either fail to keep the flame or find a way to make it grow. Do you want to be alive? You’ve got to find a way to want to be alive.
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Progression
03:33
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Way back and out of touch with the modern form of affection. Likely due to malfunction. No way you could correct it.
Projecting for attention, but withholding true connection. A facsimile to fashion with a minimal investment.
It’s a simple progression to get it to the bass line(will I still regret it?). If the kick drum can keep it together it should be fine, at least for a little bit but...
Increasing the incentive while reducing expectation. Accepting allocation and ignoring misdirection. The modern form of affection is that sort of disconnection. Cutting straight to consumption without natural selection.
It’s a simple progression to get it to the bass line(will I still regret it?). If the kick drum can keep it together it should be fine, at least for a little bit but...
Each time is less energetic. Gotta Keep trying, ya keep trying, to keep time.
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Deep Demise
04:58
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Down and out. I fell into a roundabout. Siphoned underneath the ground (where I’ll hold court forever). It’s a deep demise. Separating from the sky. Nothing lovely left behind. It all ends up underwater.
I fell into the thick. I’m a window moving through a brick. There are pieces that I know were mine that can’t be put together.
Thats the name of games. Keep the damage up to date. The paperwork can be a pain, but what else are your options?
No one wants to live in a ghost town, but sometimes that’s just where you find yourself.
Take back my permit. I won’t break ground, because nothing is here to build on anyhow.
I’m a passerby. No reason to be too uptight. It’s just a pretty flash of light exposed onto the moment.
Or a slow decent. They’re steady raising up the rent. Clocking out and clocking in without a real disruption.
No one wants to live in a ghost town, but sometimes that’s just where you find yourself.
Take back my permit. I won’t break ground, because nothing is here to build on anyhow.
A dream that had to end. You fling it from a cliff. Watch it as it goes down, it goes down, it goes down, it goes down.
Just pay the dues. Watch a wealthy life accrue. Retire to a quiet place and contemplate the journey.
Then into the earth. Pressing daisies through the dirt. An echo of a former form, with no blood to offer.
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Less in Your Head
04:09
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I’d give up everything to break free from the patterns I’ve installed. At least up to the point where any sort of effort is involved.
Wake up, go to work again. Struggle in that stasis. You call your mom. Tell her you’re doing fine. You call your dad. Tell him, “It’s a busy life!”
Work ethic is the best friend of successful people, I’ll admit. We worship self-obsession, but we don’t want to reflect on it.
How could I ever be, ever be truly ok with myself? When I only think, only think to shatter a mirror.
Fight the clock until you’re all punched out. No way you’ll dodge the counter-shot now.
It’s alright, just have another to get less of yourself in your head. It’s alright, just have another to get less of yourself in your head. In your head.
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Interlude
01:01
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Before It Hurts
03:10
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If the road ahead were so damn clear, then why’re you looking over there? It’s just another thing to have, and Swerving off can start the crash.
But if you don’t move, you’ll go inert. “I’ve heard picking up a hobby works”. But nothing ever feels innate. “…I guess I wasn’t that cool anyway…”
I’m nervous but I’m also tired.
It isn’t like I haven’t tried.
It’s just I know it wouldn’t work,
So I give it up before it hurts.
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Pillars
03:14
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Hold on I’ve got nothing to turn into something to--
Hold on I’ve got nothing to turn into something to--
Hold on I’ve got nothing to turn into something New.
Hold on I can’t reach into nothing, to grab onto something I could hold on to. Nothing to turn into something I could hold on to. hold on to. Hold on to.
Everything cyclical spiraling down.
Spun up together and frozen forever.
Structural pillars all topple and fall. There's nothing supporting the ceiling here now at all.
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Through the Motions
04:17
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The thought of getting off the couch to grab a cold one from fridge,
ends with me reaching for my phone (in search of easy dopamine).
Two hours later, lost my buzz. I forgot who I thought I was. Another evening on the ropes. I Might as well have been ghost.
I’m moving through the motions, with no emotion moved through me. Just swimming to tread water. Just floating simply not to sink. Barely above what’s underneath.
Attempting to resume the norm. Cling to a pattern you can form. But it ends with a frozen screen, remote gets thrown at the TV. Give it a rest or walk it off. Be grateful that’s the worst you got. It’s not like you don’t have your health (a little lie to tell yourself).
So much for graceful aging. The date of expiration approaching. I guess the thing to do is lay in bed until you fall asleep. Retired aspirations hover like a halo over me. Dulled by a quick distraction (check my phone, check my anxiety). Impossible expanse where nothing can remain without decay. You can’t avoid a void so void. Brace for event horizon.
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After All
06:36
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I Stopped Believing
05:44
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Am i sleeping? Am I dreaming?
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Silver Medal Portland, Oregon
Nihilist-Core Cerebro-Pop band from the new Portland.
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