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So warm and tired
Dry spells mutter in my sleep
Dunes on dunes
Like the open
Life could last forever
Dream-bound underground
bathed in golden lights
can't even tell if it's working
so comes the day
as comes tommorow
so say the wise men in stories
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Mense Pece
04:12
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Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
the wind cracks like a radio, the roads grow desperate dry and weak
winding around the hills the train beckons the sky
it carries troubled beings who seek strange things to mend their ills
Morals running low on morphine
mountains turned to numbers
propped upon a billboard
he’s numbed or maybe tired
tapping at his window
with fingers like pine needles
a thousand spinning magnets calling towards the ocean
And high above the rock in the emptiness of day
we sat above the clouds above the foggy rain
and Coral never said from where the others came
the hovered high like flies from hungry lights so red and grey
Mense Pece makes me peaceful
it makes me so so peaceful
it fills me like its plastic
it keeps me white and sterile
and should your eyes start filming
than split the lens with paper
it’s one way through tomorrow, another to your wallet
And we’ll go sit down by the freeway
the traffic howls just down below
they will descend from high up the mountains
and then far off we shall go
Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
the wind cracks like a radio, the roads grow desperate dry and weak
winding around the hills the train blackens the sky
it carries troubled beings who seek strange things to spread their ills
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3. |
On the River
04:44
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What will we do today
As the others pale away
on a boat within the float
there's a joke beneath the bay
The builder builds away
To ease another day
When life's light ropes
string a dope, a dope can't run away
What was that they tell us
Whatever takes us higher
Whichever way the wind blows
It doesn't really matter
For all the world's not gold
The children by the river
bring us food and bring us laughter
tomorrow they forget us
they don't remember after
We keep our eyes so clear
so cold and insincere
bring our love
into the river
deeper and deeper
The water comes and folds us
Keeps us sharp and light
Keeps our fears in silence
and anger in the night
but oh
The fog is grey
--Vocal Interlude--
And so the bay draws near
My friend I hold you dear
Raise the sails to fortune's flail
and calm beneath the wind
And so we shall be right
Again and again
In the port, we raise our mugs
to the sound of missing friends
The last thing we shall see
The river's calm and breeze
like life beneath a coma
and death between your knees
We sail again
and again
and again
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4. |
Petting Zoo
02:14
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Come in closer
pose for pictures
you know you can't free him from this genocide
but you can look into his eyes
and take that stare back home
and post it on your wall
Come on children
Grandma's waiting
With the servant who lights our candle's bright
who sleeps in slums at night
who complains about his job
but at least we gave him one
Can't you see our glorious heights
Which strangle all horizons
just say the word/ to calm the heard
and waste all of their time
Come on babe
I know you love me
You know that we can
get away from here
go to Paris or Trier
come on fuck your job
I'll get you a new one
Can't you see our glorious heights
which strangle all horizons
just say the word
to calm the heard
and waste all of their time
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5. |
Generation
00:56
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I am the future
Cold and unblinking
I do not eat
Do not sleep
I play all my cards at once
I conquer the inevitable
assigned to my reality
there is no failure, only change
I do not walk
I hover
I play only realistically
and in the comfort of my own home
I work out three times a day
one hour each
I am always connected to the internet
I like networking
it makes me feel less alone
I am the culture of the new world
I am all encompassing
I am man, machine and god
in a light affordable package.
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6. |
Whale Song
03:01
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7. |
Sunrise Alien
03:12
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Raise, your helpless eyes towards me
before we speak of sunrise near the sunrise alien
Oppose, you deem you're at your dusk
but the sun is merely rising and you're staring towards the west
People are babies
staring upon their reflections to war
and all that I see is evolving
Our dreams have all changed by the end
(No one will expect what we are gonna feed the world)
And move towards a game saved for strangers
Cutting the cards neath the shrouded surreal
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8. |
Eulogy for a Century
07:40
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Hold my arms out weary eyed
to the stars, to those few that I trust
my hands tied with iron
archives of byzantine pondering
The sun is tired of America's idol
who stretches in sighs to no end
Yet mountains of dust
gather for trains towards tomorrow
And now the day that nary a soul
can spare a word to enlighten me
comes crashing to my feet
Ascension's Glorious Wound
Till childe nations carry off
sweet residue from the demagogue
sit silently in your arms
Ascension's Glorious Wound
Traveler's of paradise
seek maps screaming to no avail
they look toward the west
but know its a dream left forgotten
Dissident's from Paris fly to Shanghai
to hide their loose ends
but in good time they'll find
that no one is saved for tomorrow
And now the trade winds
shred the skin of smokescreen nationalities
which lie in honeyed words
Ascensions Glorious Wound
Till childe nations carry off
sweet residue of the demagogue
sit silently in your arms
Ascension's Glorious Wound
Oh wherever we go
Lost in the snow
A soldier knows
another, another time
Another, Another Time
Oh he knows
Yes he knows
Oh wherever we go
Lost in the snow
A soldier knows
another, another time
Another, Another Time
The city sleeps under a sapphire
as convicts hang from such a lonely noose
and from the eyes of little wanderers
Fall and settle on this ancient crux
And through the eyes of long dead kings
come sweeping waves of born realities
shaping dreams from just a node of dust
far from any cut under the cloth
Somehow we have restrained ourselves
We could be mad but were not
You know, we'll find out soon enough
ah ah ah
Somewhere by yourself
Don't give heed for the sun
is holy matter
ah ah ah
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Steven Chambre Chicago, Illinois
Chicago based singer-songwriter.
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