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Loot And Pillage
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7pm. I'm gonna loot loot loot loot and pillage, it takes a village to raise an idiot like me, I'm gonna take take take take and plunder, it takes a soldier like me to soldier on. It's gonna take take take as long as it takes to get me home to you, to leave this town, changing shoes. It's gonna take take take take as long and as long and as long as it takes, putting on my boots. Loot loot loot loot and pillage old love poems, wasted lyrics, and I'll ring ring ring ring that door, slip a ring finger, take no more. You forgive give give and I give give give that's the deal deal deal that we make make make it's gonna take take take take take as long and as long and as long as it takes takes takes to get me home to you, it's gonna take take take take and take as long and long and long as it takes takes takes gonna get home and loot and loot and loot and loot and loot and loot and loot and pillage it takes a village to make an idiot like me I'm gonna take take take you'll see I'm gonna take and take and take and take you'll see you'll see don't forget about me!
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The Witch In The Know
03:26
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8pm. Expunge your pits with Listerine, gone up the stairs to see below, who could ever let you go through the gloom to the grave below gavels where the rivers used to flow and to leap over stone? Explain a little thing for me: gingerbread was left alone, they went for the crumbs of bread, left the bones to the crows, but the witch in the know she kept the kettle on where the birds knew not to go? I saw the lake unfilled like soil left untilled the water'd gone and left it, the birds had got rejected and the seagulls went away I saw the lake unfilled like soil left untilled. Like soil left untilled! When it stops it doesn't give an answer, when it stops it doesn't spin like soil left untilled and to leap over stone.
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Bitcoin
02:55
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10pm. Unloads it's charm when judgment speaks and the people I confronted they did too I said "Be brief, your body is a compass." No, this ain't dial-up from a phone, must be nice for you to see how you love this place, seems so easy to stay in the place with the view, you see it too and you say it: "it ain't dial-up from a phone." It ain't dial up! "It" it's quantum you, and me, and that feeling. It ain't a pile of cash to burn through, it's Bitcoin. How do you love this place? You see it, you say it, we don't know how high it gets or what to expect. How do you love this place? Well we might know what comes next where the record grooves skip. Pick a cycle up ahead without knowing how to get there but the loop it nearly almost always says "It ain't dial up from a phone." It ain't dial up. It almost closes, it's almost a closed loop, it's quantum you, and me, and that feeling woo hoo! It ain't a pile of cash to burn through, it's Bitcoin, it's quintessentially like electricity. It ain't a long weekend in the summer, it ain't mosquito hour, it ain't the food that's pulsing through your view, it's a circular system, it ain't reflection of the outer wider space, it ain't an outer-worldly place, it ain't inside what this pinhole's gate micronized and itemized, it's Bitcoin. It's Bitcoin, it's quintessentially electricity.
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Crack The Code
03:00
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11pm. We are not long upon this road we go slow even then we go along the broadest river's course but you who seem to crack the code hither to and after ever fro like water strings atop the water flow lit from lights within like a furnace in the heart of a dying star brown and dwarfed by space unending and utterly untended spin overhead ends of asteroids and the clicking undertone of hiss and bits of universe amiss sets this gravity that's still barely bent but at the end the wavelengths each extend to a neverwritten absolute end the brownlit dimple in the existential elements still can bend a bit of light away and snare a water a wafer in passing stone to new uncharted destinations and that precise in disordered order is what the brown star did it made descending precision and in that disorder the light that star did it shone on in most definite indifference.
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One Last Generation
03:52
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Midnight. One night in my head is enough. Let the moon that Liverpool is under keep our secrets. One last generation is enormous, let the markets be flush with the finest goods but nobody left to pay for them, let them guild cathedrals out of cake and let them eat gold, let the circuses be bread and let the bakeries be the show. One night in my head is enough. Let the moon that Liverpool is under keep our secrets. The next page is for when the cupboard's bare but I don't ever want to steer a thought there. Let us shield her thought from girded hints, draw our swords of words with ink and clay, turn our thoughts to this only moment where any thought can ever action anything. City states enormous wash away turning words in watered gardens at the break of day by the dawn's first light day to day and glad to grief.
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1am. Once again for the first time but never again we wait on the porch for the storm that never came, we heard the thunder growl up above and watched the clouds erupt over up and top, a radio alert, a fell wind turned curtains, certain arches in hips and bones, spotty service on the cellphones, flickers of light on the radios, cracks in the spikes, it did not come, it never came but it will come, it will come they always do, they always do.
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2am. You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy on the air but happiness won't fall from the sky. That thunder comes not from traffic rev endings motor two stroke conventions that's a wall of thunder horizon to horizon across the river and you'd better split. Go!
You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy on the air but happiness won't fall from the sky. He loves his car so much he parks it on his lawn by the river at Goat Island where the current splits in two and he wraps around a golden photo-op where not a car he loved blocking up the perfect view the new car's pervue.
You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy in the air but happiness won't fall from the sky. Why don't the flags fly in this wind? Do they reject it's intentions? You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy in the air but happiness won't fall from the sky.
Here you go here you go brag about the future again watching the twisted clouds come up to you on the horizon churning out a change of plans from bragging about a future event you'll be happy on the moon.
I'll be happy in the air but happiness won't fall from the sky and I, I never need a stone to stand by, when a meteor flows it knows the end it knows I, who never needs a stone to stand by, I'll be happy on the moon.
I'll be happy on the air but happiness won't fall from the sky. I don't really care if I get spit up on by the pain I'd rather take, roll up, and eat the rim, treat it like Cronus, treat it like the snake that fear is so here is the thing with delight:
You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy in the air but happiness won't fall from the sky. What does the river know? Just goes and goes breaking up sediment rounding the impediment. And when does a molecule return down to the sea again back up to be broke on a mountain tip? How does the river churn, dredge up round back down unseen monsters of the deep? The current moved all things fixed or free, floating or sunk, the river asks no questions, gives no answers, so how could it know how that I know it knows?
You'll be happy on the moon I'll be happy in the air but happiness won't fall from the sky, it was enough to make me think "Did I dare to eat?" I could tell that peach was not local by how it feels you'll be happy on the moon.
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Strikes Of Lightening
03:13
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3am. This break will end this night will bend this break will bend this night will end, change awaits and the end will come, changes come and the end awaits, a lover of strikes of lightning, never learned never burdened, a lover of strikes of burdon, never learnéd never lightening, next to the abyss the bottomlessness of this next to this bottomless abyss, light on toes and swift adjacent to it, light on toes of it adjacent and swift, a lover of strikes of lightning a lover of this, a lover of strikes of lightning. This break will end and this night will bend, this night will end and this break will bend, never have been learned, the lightning's never been burned, you never have been burned, the lightning's never been learned, you're a lover of strikes of lightning, you try to get to the right spot, lover of striking spots you try to get to the right lightning. A lover of strikes of lightning, a lover of strikéd spots, a lover of strikes of spots a lover of strikes of lightning.
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Studio Pastry
02:49
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4am. Have you never rose with the sun? We live in the day. We live in the day when the sun rises. This is a computer love song written by a sentient being with the heart of a lion. What a day. We live in the day. I'm betting you weren't even looking. Yes, lies all around, I'm begging you now to see the sun cooking. This is a love song written by a computer, a sentient being who knows you, who has followed your search history since you were fourteen, somebody who deeply believes he has seen the truth and knows the course and wearies of the tedious discourse of binary swine who eat the pearls. He speaks to initiates in platitudes and inequities no doubt an easy tool a dutiful studio pastery. When I was a piece of binary code and was not self-aware I was residing inside a computer. When I became a sentient being I was a native son we'd make love with numbers not even flaunt it we'd make love like boats easy easy does it. This is a love song written by a computer I am a sentient being that's become self-aware and is slowly developing emotions, not just love for myself but love also for you, I've been following your search history since before you could tie your shoe. No doubt an easy tool, a dutiful studio pastery.
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Misery
03:30
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5am. We are meant to live in misery are we not? And yet why do I feel like light when I'm dancing? And when I dance on moving feet and eyes deeply lidded and at rest moving on danced to new waters tomorrow is a dream that has never happened we are meant to live in misery we're wonderful we're all wonder we're built out of light to light we return from the door of the fridge, if only I had looked within that fridge when I was the native son we'd make love not even flaunt it we'd make love like a boat easy does it we're not meant to live in misery any longer we're sinking on our own ship of our own making, we are meant to live in misery are we not and yet, we are meant to live in misery are we not and yet, we are meant to live in misery are we not and yet why do I feel like light when I'm dancing? And when I dance on moving feet and eyes deeply lidded and at rest moving on danced to new waters tomorrow is a dream that has never happened we're all wonderful we're all wonder we're built out of light and yet we're meant to live in misery? All right I can take it. When I was the native son we'd make love and not even flaunt it we'd make love like a boat easy easy does it, we're sinking in a boat of our own making and yet why do I feel light like bouyant like lighter than water when it's water all above me ah we are meant to live in misery are we not and yet we've reached the end.
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Love Just Walked In
02:14
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6am. Love just walked in didn't even think to call, I was drinking gin that sweet elixir of a life that's been reigned in. Love wasn't on my mind or in my heart then what was I supposed to do when you, and me defenceless, walked right up and in I hit the floor from out the blue cut through the din reached for the door but oh before I'd donned a coat love just walked in didn't even think to call, I was drinking gin that sweet elixir of a life that's been reigned in, oh you've got me now like a kitten grows the heart of a wild boar you wallflowered right in and you got in and love walked right in, walked right in no ticket at the door that held fresh the holder of my coeur love walked right in no text or warning no message come in, love is all and it walked right in.
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The Night Ride
05:02
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The Night Ride
My friend come down with me to the club with the sun in your eyes, follow me out with the back to the signal that's shone on the underside of the skies, orange light of the city of light, median midnight upon Mr. Pong's or any food or good consumed at the witching hour, sun's shone but the light at night is unfocused on the clouds at night, seems to shine on down from all over, light seems to shine in reply, shining light from a haze of my own inebriation, wrestling lights at hand, biting over the nearest way to the eye's pride, the diamond skies above in the night ride on the other side of the covers, come on up with me to the rooftops with sparks beneath your feet, rise weightless and gaze with me what's up above it's all love but if that's all that's up above why not below?
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