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Traveller
02:58
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novel patterns
growing old
he has seen all
this before
the Traveller knows
that there's only so
much variation
in life forms
synapses matching
for their first time
it’s less exciting
as journeys winds
now the shock has worn off
when he sees
mouths misplaced
were eyes should be
walking plants
squirm from burning suns
balloon diver
no one can run from
telepathic lizard-apes
transmit to his
mind, creates
all the same thoughts
that he used to think
when he first saw
the ice breaking
turtle-squids
surfacing
on the ice sheets
of Europa
all the time lines intertwine
I look at my thoughts and they aren’t mine
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2. |
Oddly Clinical
02:49
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so much beauty was killed
cause someone had to wake up in the morning
so many lives are lost
cause some one can't lower their cost
so many minds seem dumb
cause we gotta do this together
can't get too far away
before thoughts disintegrate
that's oddly clinical... I guess I'd like to be as well
so many neurons die
cause they never did nothing different
the ceiling the phone the shower
laugh it's the right thing to do
so many bodies ages
cause they've always moved the same
each day a lazy routine
a pay cheque, a hand shake, the grave
Oddly clinical... I guess I'd like to be as well
so much beauty was killed
cause someone had to wake up in the morning
the tiresome everyday
humanity is soon worn
so much beauty is killed
cause you had to wake up in the morning
so many eyes are closed
because they've seen this before
so much beauty was killed
cause someone had to wake up in the morning
the tiresome everyday
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3. |
Star Maker
04:11
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dancing slowly through dark gulfs of time
spinning light years around and around
no one knows why everyone explodes
no one sees into that unknown
so who controls the stars?
tells them who they are
where they outta be
do they know they are not free?
in an hour glass, the sand doesn’t fall
you brush against my arm
and the sand don’t move at all
it’s all ready, it’s already planned
where it is that every grain will land
then who controls the stars?
tells them who they are
where they outta be
do they know they are not free?
it's all ready, it's already planned
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4. |
Felted Piano
00:40
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5. |
More Universe
03:27
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life's a strange thing to do with energy
pent up and spent with no where to be
stored and formed into frail bodies
to walk the earth just to pattern seek
eyes tell lies cant trust them to see
with wires all loose and wobbly
born deformed and prone to disease
life's a strange thing to do with energy
imagine that the sun was too bright to see
and you brain just strained pathetically
to understand waves too short to perceive
the colours you believed leaves
has become much too white to conceive
and everything flips dramatically
with all this information you cant read
life's a strange thing to do with energy
more universe
I need more universe
the holograph ignites the path
the darkest void and it's face of math
you never touch but feel it's wrath
epiphanies you wish could last
the data's drawn mysteriously
on ancient planes from which we spring
sleep and walk and die and dream
life's a strange thing to do with energy
...i need more universe
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6. |
Wildfire
04:07
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melt, be born a new
let the truth bother you
the procedures painful
chaos then be whole
the selfish and depraved
play in the hell we made
don’t be the past you admired
be the wild fire
be the wild fire
speak the silent oath
burn corrupted growth
this is getting tired
be the wild fire
Do you remember back before you were corrupt?
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the beauty of the troubled summer skies
not all alone shall these spirits die
evidence of the consequence
of convenience and our opulence
all of this convenience, opulence
handed out with very little sense
the rules makers make their rules for them
the time takers that their time to death
oh no here we go
bring on the smoke
bring on the fire
a new season of
orange skies and wild fires
adventure through a morality void
a strangers house without your favourite toys
there is truth that still exists I swear to god
but when it appears it seems slumped and it’s odd
oh no here we go
bring on the smoke
bring on the fire
a new season of
orange skies and wild fires
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8. |
Tangled Wed
03:58
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oh what a tangled web we weave
to fill the purse of thieves
my mind is not deceived
oh this tangled we we weave
every dream came at a cost
every one just felt lost
wandering the mall-like world
with pockets all full of holes
what do I need to buy
to finally reach the sky
what do I have I to do
to earn the wealth they give to you
oh what a tangled web we weave
to fill the purse of thieves
my mind is not deceived
oh this tangled we we weave
they lend to you in the hopes
that you fall down a hole
and when you're there they ask you to cope
they'll send you bread
but they'll never send a rope
oh what a tangled web we weave
to feed this wealthy leech
my mind is not deceived
oh this tangled we we weave
leach off me all you can
we are not the sycophants
oh what a tangled web we weave
to fill the purse of thieves
my mind is not deceived
oh this tangled we we weave
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9. |
Can't Live Here
02:08
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you can cut my hair
you can shave my face
you can cook my food
you can take my plates
you know you're just a cog
I'll let you even walk my dog
but you can't live here
you can pour my coffee
you can pour my beer
you can clean my house
ya shine those mirrors
but ya know you'll never make it real far
we're not paying much for this job
and you can't live here
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10. |
St. Toad
02:42
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I dreamed carelessly
and saw what was not there
I read the text in my own voice
I cursed the gods that were not there
St Toad
I lived aimlessly
believed life was fair
saw my dreams within my reach
and woke to cold suns glare
St Toad
you'll be paid what they say and not a penny more
Toad's the pest who did their best and ended up with less
You will do what they say, now not another word
If you disagree it's your head next for the chopping board
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11. |
Film Upon the World
03:08
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the present feels so different
than what was bought or sold
reality and all its flaws
was just a film upon the world
existence feels so different
it cracks as I grow old
everyone I ever loved
was just a film upon the world
the dreams of every artists
the expanding clueless soul
and all their grand intentions
were just a film upon the world
when waters leaking in and
palm cannot hold
you cant take any comfort
that it's just a film upon the world
there's multitudes of reality
deeper then the mold
that grows
by a thousand fold
and all we've ever seen
or tasted or smelled or felt or heard
was just a film upon the world
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12. |
Thundery
04:31
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I'm sick of hearing the tired crack of bone
such a lonely sound and such an empty tone
our habits have us stronger than you know
but I'm drawing these maps all alone
like any other day but the rain out side is strange
is there any doubt we need to change?
if I stay inside tonight maybe I will know
why we feel so cold
me I'm disorder
drifting the water
my weightlessness is bliss
the ocean wants a kiss
but I cannot move my lips
give up
you're in your head and getting stuck
on graveyards and glassy touch
you can talk to god but he don't say much
devour me so I really know
what it is that makes us feel so low
are you sick of speech and talking to cold souls?
the prepared, the careful, the owned?
well I've become a deserter
scared of the water
that gathers in the cloud
and never rains down
just ominous purple black
give up
life's a ghost town with no one around
just goose flesh in horrible mounds
and we know but don't like how it sounds
we are still so colourful
a bright parade of zest
we plan to pave the trails we blaze
end up here with the rest
I look around and see my friends as faulty as my self
so full of holes we do not fill and our passions left on shelves
lock away yeah far away in these brooding purple clouds
that hover above
and they never rain down
...but they may rain down
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13. |
Sew Me a Dream
04:13
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ideas can tear you apart and branch out of your skull
cloud your words and colour your eyes
they contagiously infect
gray matter tentacles have taken their control
I feel like a fleshy shield
moving into the world
I tried to forget how my hands felt like glass
how I moved robot limbs
sew me a dream
out of terrible truths
scraps that mean nothing
outside of you
sew me a dream
out of hopeful attempts
to make something better
for us and our friends
just make something beautiful
and make something whole
out of dead materials
the universe has seen it self
and wandered off to the woods
to lament and to collect
as it's fables faded away
I try to forget how mind must fill it's gaps
in its robot thoughts
sew me a dream
out of terrible truths
scraps that mean nothing
outside of you
sew me a dream
out of hopeful attempts
to make something better
for us and our friends
just make something beautiful
and make something whole
out of dead materials
sew me a dream
don't show me the truth
this all means nothing
with out you
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14. |
Hang in There Tiger
07:31
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for every living creature in the sea
the mighty Whale, the small Anemone
the Plankton, Sponge, and the Flat Worm
the Horseshoe Crab, and every fish in the world
the Octopus and the Giant Squid
the Cuttlefish and the Nautilus
the Starfish and its strange body plan
the Hydra and all Cnidarians
every Ring-tailed Lemur in the tree
the Orangutans and the Chimpanzee
the Gorilla, Gibbons and the Bonobo
and every little Monkey that I know
every singing Swallow and Chickadee
the Crow, the Magpie and the Starling
the Great Blue Heron and the Royal Swan
and little Duck in the pond
heavy purple Hippos, and the Goat
llamas, Giraffe, and the Rhino
and the other Even-Toed Ungulates
plus the Odd-, and the Sub-, like elephants
the Goblin Sharks drifting ghostly
the Grizzly Bear hibernating
the winners of Rooster pageants
the Dusky Grouse the Golden Pheasant
all the flightless birds of New Zealand
the happy Cows in Switzerland
the plentiful Canadian Goose
the rare Cozumel Raccoon
Salamanders and the Wild Boar
the Markhor with its horns of swords
the Snow Leopard with its camouflage coat
Crocodile who patiently floats
we all came from the very same parents
deep down by the hydrothermal vents
the elegant Monarch Butterfly
and its long journey to survive
the Zebra Muscles and their razor shells
the Tardigrade who could live in hell
the Glow Worms and their silky death traps
the Fireflies that light up forest paths
the Squirrels living in the big city
along with Skunks, Bats, and Bees
the boreal forest Wolverine
the Salmon in fresh water streams
the Dragonflies with kaleidoscopic eyes
Opossums who play dead to stay alive
the Penguins all huddled from the cold
the giant Tortoise hundreds years old
the fuzzy Caterpillars in the yard
the Spider who lives in my car
we all came from the very same parents
deep down by the hydrothermal vents
and branching over billions of years
so much life and hope and death and fear
I can't preserve you all in a song
and all of us will only live so long
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15. |
Galaxies Forming
00:44
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16. |
Floating
01:52
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don't try so hard
to explain it all away
you're not a machine
though you could live that way
you can be as free as you want
dreamless laying on the lawn
days are inconsequential
I'm floating now through a time warp
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17. |
New Brighter Age
04:05
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the teeming restlessness of humans greatest gift
will never sever satisfy the hollowness inside
we draw up better ways
to tame the boiling bay
brand new sparkling eyes for us all
cordless picture phones everywhere you go
horseless driven carts by the peat of dreary bogs
imagine the abyss filled with man made bliss
only happy thoughts from now on
the seers says the future is endlessly bright
there's no way she could be wrong about all of her glorious sights
the cities touch the sky and spiral out of sight
in a new and brighter age
the starved shall have their plates
and the moon will smile down filled with happy towns
we'll colonize the stars
for the future is doubtlessly endlessly bright
there's no way she could be wrong about all of her glorious sights
but now it feels like there’s no place to go
I want to believe that there's more than this
bleak dark inhuman mess
somebody draw us
a new brighter age
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18. |
In the End
03:44
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life continues after all
after all the cities fall
breathe comes to me like an old forgotten friend
rivers run black
the dull orange sky is there for good
some say the sun wont rise again
but I see the rays about to shine
doom towers tall over all
and I can't seem to find a friend
here, In the end
moans of blood rush forth
fire back the scared brigade
once all that lives is dead
we can start again
some say the sun wont rise again
but I see the rays about to shine
doom towers tall over all
and I can't seem to find a friend
here, In the end
way back when a small planet crashed in to our ancient home
the gods had must have thought they failed
how could they know?
through all the dust the moon would form
and bring us tides to the turn the sea
light to hide from, light to hunt, and harvest
the gods had must have thought they failed
there, in the end.
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Michael Slumber Vancouver, British Columbia
Michael Slumber draws from the depths of nightmares, crafting lyrics that mirror the twisted landscapes of reality. His voice can be a spectral whisper or a demonic growl guiding listeners through a musical journey that transcends the boundaries of the known, delving into the uncharted territories of the mysterious and the supernatural. ... more
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