1. |
Automation Failure
01:57
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requesting operator
automation disengaged
we lost the operator
he’s gone back to his analog behavior
operator needed
automation failure
it’s really truly a shame
we’re only finding this out now
so very late in the game
operation data unstable
risk of meltdown high
operator needed immediately
we lost the operator
he’s off the grid somewhere living out in nature
automation failure
I hear he doesn’t even have a computer
operation unstable
agent needed to carry data
agent has been selected
wiping brain clean
loading
operation data installed successfully
beginning forty-year cycle
program running now
we found an operator
we found an operator
we found an operator
we found an operator
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2. |
Beastly Reflections
03:29
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running through the streets of heaven
unravelling film spins to light in your lens
demented projections
why do I feel sorry
even for people who have it much better than me
and never faced a mirrored ogre
seen everything they trust reflected and digested
to beastly reflections
why do I feel guilty
the way I treat someone who is just using me
looking for something
looking for something
you’re looking for something
and I’m looking for something too
looking for something you never find
scour the night never see the light
i’m looking for something that should find me
all around town, making my head bleed
i don’t have a death wish
just always been restless
and looking for something
break through the stillness
and tension in my head
no sense to be made of
these painful travels
a long, pointless death trip
we’re in the wrong theater
the film is unraveled
and now the projector
is only a light
looking through something you always see
bright white light over everything
vectors of nightmares blast opaque
from the type of projector that you just can’t break
lost in a haze
lost in a fantasy of pain and revenge
anger and betrayal surging over me
again and again
ever been too tripped up
to tell if it’s your own
fight or if you’re just
a reactive drone
stunt cock for some hawking
chicken we won’t know
until we face the mirrored
ogre toe to toe
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3. |
Super-Electric
03:49
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super-electric
super-electric
super-electric blue
super-electric
can never wreck it
i can’t forget it
code-cracking hue
super girl in this
electric world
take me everywhere with you
put me in your pocket
hide my rocket
I’ll do everything you do
super-electric
i won’t forget this
super-electric
blue
super-electric
can never wreck it
super-electric
magical glue
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4. |
Braintree Forest
01:30
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5. |
Lords of Algesia
01:16
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we are the pioneers of pain
we are the lords of algesia
masters of macabre possibilities
we are the acid rain
we are negative visionaries
painting your terminal roadways
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
with our blood
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6. |
Outer Sunland Surgeon
05:50
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old fears are a novelty
we can rebuild anything
a proud new cult of pain
high-speed mishap
burned alive
psyche backed up
on a drive
we’ll patch you up just fine
trust me I travelled here through outer space
from a planet with much longer days
i feel your night fall, but never sleep
just keep performing surgeries
old fears are a luxury
we can regrow anything
join our cult again
all dead tissue now excised
soon your fresh new blinking eyes
will pass the test just fine
trust me i’ve been a surgeon a thousand years
i slice through moonlight, deglove new fears
I take this shot cause I want to sleep
but my consciousness is like these turquois sheets
i see too far and flat through time
help me fold before I lose my mind
you’ll be a brand new boy
in stitches, just a few more
you’ll pass with flying colors
see clearer than you ever did before
feel that, it’s your new beating heart
your soul is still as old as that stream
where your ancestors once foraged
and you’re tracking now in a dream
surgery was a great success
i’d even say one of the finest souls I’ve ever set
all I ask is this one thing
lately it has been my dream
to get some real rest
help me I’ve been a christian
i’ve been a jew
i’ve been islamic, buddhist and hindu
satanist and nihilist
utopian and far-right fascist
it’s getting desperate
i need to sleep
i’ve started botching surgeries
which isn’t like me at all
i need to crash into a seawall
hit me like I killed your mother
send me to the land of dreams
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
i’m dreaming now of a city
on the planet far beyond far
that’s magnetized so not to rotate
so the city always faces its star
we live there one eternal day
like you we live for love, sport and fun
they call me the benevolent butcher there
in the city that stalks outer sun
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
home take me home
take me home
take me home
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7. |
Split Screen
02:21
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you never have to make just one choice of two
live every way
you never have to make just one choice of two
live every way in split screen
in split screen
on the left you die
right side you live
keep going on and on
keep splitting
keep splitting
split
it’s alright
all your thoughts and memories are on a drive
recorded so
vividly they weigh as much as you
there you are
there you are
there you are
split
there you are
split
on the right side of the screen
you threw a jab and it stuck
on the left side of the screen
you missed and he messed you up
but it’s alright
all your dreams and fantasies are on the drive
recorded so
vividly they weigh as much as you
there you are
there you are
there you are
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8. |
Black Box
05:50
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working in a tollbooth
sleeping in a bathtub
working in a tollbooth
making lots of friends
only for a second
do it again
sleeping in a bath
in the middle of a store
just a shower curtain
not much more
don’t you want to put down roots
deeper than this desert highway
will ever let you grow
lonely performance artist
prisoner keep to yourself
but the world isn’t a prison
at least not yet
panoptic arcade vision
someone screaming at the sun
downtown with no money
jokes they sound less funny
living in a glass display
how do you compose your thoughts
without any hideaway
or even a moment’s shelter
from faceless headlamp stares
your mind must be strong and sacred
steel trap shrine
sacred voice
never talk
hallowed grounds
we never walk on
we’ll never touch
your memories
they’re in a safe
sleeping soundly
you hold the key
we’ll never see
through those opaque eyes
but I believe
someone centuries
from now will find
the black box you left behind
someone centuries from now will find
the black box you left behind
capsule of time
capsule of space
mysterious confusing faces
no crashing wave
will break your shore
salty waters just weep for you
on the day
when time calls you to the mountain
welcome wagon
golden ray
through raindrops falling
from a fountain
garden kingdom
into the kingdom
on the other side
the sun screamed back
at the made young man
said this is one thing
we just can’t plan
you must’ve felt real lucky
when you picked a fight with gravity
son we’ll sort it out
when we hit the land
consciousness is wasted
on the living said the dying man
bitter now that his race is run and
i have a guardian angel
who likes to mess with my head
i said
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9. |
Quantum Christ Computer
02:41
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10. |
She Whips Around
00:21
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she whips around in her little car
she whips around in her little car
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11. |
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now you’ve been trucking for what seems like an eternity
never leave the road
engine runs on zero sleep
brain is hooked up to wires humming
48 hours straight performing
mental vision now a sculpture of perception
levered hands shape to something absolutely certain
steer it through the eye of the image
blind the beast before it dreams of carnage
this is where it ends
this is where it never began
this is where it ends
the place it finally lands
this is where it ends
this is where it never began
final message send
no business there
this is where it ends
reemerge from the pens of your enemies
as the ink recording their most trusted fantasies
we both know they treated you fairly
but it isn’t easy to accept reality
would rather run away from sunday’s lions
climb up into prosthetic heaven
in this new wave coliseum
on display now for all the kingdom
but it’s still not enough
it never was it never will be
still not enough
not even close
this is not enough
it never was it never will be
everything you’ve got
still it’s not
this is not enough
cause your eyes only telegraph obsessions
and grasp nothing beyond what they can see
existence is only paper thin now
release all your dreams
never gonna run away from those lions with you
let them tear off every piece of imagery
as my spirit shatters out through your mirror
release all your dreams
live by fire
dancing shadow
shoot arrows of fire
disassembled and reassembled so many times
stripped so that your screws no longer find their lines
always wanted to be unencumbered
now it’s only you and your number
just a coffee can full of pennies and dead batteries
never turned in to the depository
always seems to hitch another ride with you
amassing more dust every time you move
if every lie on earth could be scorched away
would you roll the dice of seeing in the nakedness of day
blown up in the light of every truth released
killing every shadow now
you could be the beast
this is where it ends
this is where it never began
this is where it ends
the death of every plan
this is where it ends
this is where it never began
nothing more to lend
just a vicious stare
this is where it ends
it’s over
now society feels small incestuous
and sick until you buy into its schemes
all the laughter grows thin and dies now
release all your dreams
back to life this world sees something in you
pumping through her warped realities
thrusting into a smartphone as your thoughts sleep
release all your dreams
the plot thins
you never drove that truck at all
it was heisted from the bank of fantasy
hacked from the accounts of your enemies
release all your dreams
been trucking for oceans of time now
should really get off the road and try to get some sleep
can’t remember how long you’ve been out
release all your dreams
truck’s on fire
jackknife whiplash
sweat bullets of fire
now the tank’s on fire
feel this backlash
cry tears of fire
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12. |
Unnecessary Explanation
02:05
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just a stable kind of person
on a good trajectory
working at your family’s business
working in their factory
there’s reason for you here
good things you do here
wasting your brain’s electricity
making up stories that try to explain
to an imaginary person who pretends not to care
they’re always there
collecting your cares
never not there
connecting all cares
you look at me, i look away
it’s in my nature, in my way
it makes you want to look again
you think I’ve fallen off the land
but I’m in a field, in a life that’s unreal
projects, oligarchs’ homes
all tripped up in this consolidation zone
so move your refrigerators and color tvs on your own
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Mirrored Ogre Los Angeles, California
Multi-instrumentalist David Ure (formerly of Insomnia Eternity and Occult Wisdom).
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