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Hesitate!
02:47
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2. |
Catalog
03:39
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Pray
For the skulls she bought
She went through several dozen catalogs
Lets all hope
They arrive unbroken
Late
To recognize the rot
She lost her candor when her children got wind she quit
Filling her prescriptions
And I can't tell
And I wouldn't dwell on it
When she speaks she keeps
Her beliefs discrete
But when she sleeps
She dreams out loud
Come
To adore the grounds
She built an altar to an ultrasound
Of her son
Before his corruption
Nights
With the shudders closed
She's working to perfect the rituals
for all the ghosts she knows
And I can't judge
And I don't trust
That the world she sees
Filled with secret things
Is the same one that I know
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3. |
Antenna
04:36
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In an office park in Dallas
Jim had grown bitter and calloused
He was certain he alone could fix society
An old computer technician
who had worked for IBM when
He'd been convinced they’d blow the lid off of reality
It’d been a year since Susie left him
And ever since he’d nurtured gumption
With the help of his internet community
He built a portable antenna
That he mounted to his Tacoma
And headed west to spread his message over television wavelengths
He’d preach his theories on this new lame America
That lacked adventure and only bred mild hysteria
He sent it out on a digital stream
To any TV turned to 13
At least when he was in the line of sight
He stopped for lunch in Santa Barbra
That's where his truck refused to start up
He searched the parking lot for rides towards Las Angeles
Judy was moving south to Compton
She’d found a job with a non-profit
Recruiting volunteers online for social causes
When Jim explained to her his mission
She bit her tongue in cynicism
And asked how he'd amassed such vision
Rolling her eyes, old him to get in
He packed his stuff into her Prius
They hugged the coast and joked what Jesus
If he were alive today would share on social media
She dropped him off in the shadows of the Watts Tower Arts Center
He hopped the fence and connected his amplifier to the towers
He turned the power up as high as it would
And scanned the bans for any signal he could
A voice appeared commanding "Obey Your Thirst"
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Green
02:49
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Running from thunder
Escape from the mundane
My Gatorade fades
The sun moves the shade
And I won't go until I'm ready
As long as you let me
It's say what you want
As long as its not
Something like everyone's heavy
Or broken and petty
To let the light in
And expose all our sins
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5. |
Family and Friends
03:50
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Summer
In the valley
I reach for my closest friend
The glow
Slipping indifference
Community on demand
The scroll unfolds
Like water rising
Convenience driving
Gestured hands
It guides my mind
Through expert timing
Then wanting wanting something else
Nights
With my family
Jerry, George, and Elaine
Comfort
Almost rhyming
Referencing "Baby Jane"
"But you are Blanche"
Begins to blend with
The nights I've lived a thousand times
The warm embrace of repetition
A program programmed on demand
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6. |
Working For
03:53
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He rattled off his dreams to his microwave
His hands in hair, John swore he was capable of fun
He settled his attention on a sacrament
A prayer he read while scrolling in his house alone
He's reminded in the morning he should meditate
When he gets home, his phone demands he goes for a run
He's raised all his complaints with his mirror selves
He takes his favorite machines apart to understand their worth
Its working for him, that's whats best
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7. |
All Of Me
02:38
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