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Schroeder's Theme
02:40
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Sonata form does not transpose
To somatoform in any foreign key
Your unflinching devotion strikes discord
I must insert a fermata before you build a rapport
Takes a symphony of three movements to move me
Rather stay on hands and knees with my 88 keys
Lucy, leave me, leave me please
You must see that I’m a nihilist
Self-composed and without cowardice
I will resist
I never meant to string you along
Exempt from heart, exempt from song
These notes are not meant to belittle
Or assign your chair as second fiddle
But music is my only fire
Forgive me for my piano wire
Lucy, leave me, leave me please
You must see that I’m a nihilist
Self-composed and without cowardice
I will resist
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2. |
Improv
04:05
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Yeah, the pavement’s chant is quieter now
But you can feel the drums throb
Wordless through this paper milky streetlight haze
Some lonesome trumpet wail, crazy liberation ricochets
Rattling old tired walls somewhere
Just a few blocks down
It’s part of your skin, standing here at the center
Of moments like these, it’s all a close-your-eyes carnival
Everything here has the scent of secrets
Why not see what we can do with it?
Hey, let’s make this one loud
Hey, let’s leave the night’s ears ringing
Why not see what
We can do with it?
Hey, let’s make this one loud
Hey, let’s leave the night’s ears ringing
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3. |
Break Me Off Some Math
05:08
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[instrumental]
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4. |
Minefields and Stalemate
03:50
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A nervous amalgam of comedy and sentiment
Metacognitive moments poorly spent
While I stew in your exclusive company
I hem and haw to brand new exponents
Through eyes embossed with frosted glass
Seep only ambiguous hints
So afraid those magic words
Will be transduced as dissonance
Walking on eggshells, and tripping on my cape
My step spry, my mouth taking furtive shapes
The greatest manifest excuses
For making the slightest latent advances
Just because I can’t muster the courage
To open the drapes
Through eyes embossed with frosted glass
Seep only ambiguous hints
So afraid those magic words
Will be transduced as dissonance
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5. |
pc
05:07
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Gravity is stronger here
Beside the curve where green has conquered ground
Succumb to the velvet
So real you can hear it grow
You will never move again
Nature’s velour equals bed times ten
Succumb to the velvet
So real you can hear it grow
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6. |
Arithmetic
03:38
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Subtraction problem on the board
The static kindergarten chalk white metaphor
But he’s crunching numbers in his sleep
And you will wear the number, prodigy skin deep
Aren’t you the kid
That’s supposed to be really smart in math?
According to the calculus
He’s done it in his head, it figures freakishness
Statistical anomaly
His brain is just big-boned, it’s acromegaly
Aren’t you the kid
That’s supposed to be really smart in math?
Aren’t you the kid that’s supposed to be a human calculator?
Aren’t you the kid that’s supposed to be a super-brain?
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
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7. |
Escort Service
03:28
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Yeah, the day had faded fast
Slipping by buildings and tired clusters
The sun had fled and vanished
Behind the woods and Japanese gardens
We kept going
Working and driving and getting online
Hurtling our bodies
Wondering how things will turn out in the end
Hey, what are you doing
Staying up late and driving all night?
The wheel fell off again
Four months in this halfway house that is now our home
The sounds of Record Hospital do battle
With the evening’s chill
And we’re wondering how things
Will turn out in the end
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8. |
Exterior Decorator
04:49
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Put a quarter in the slot
The black shield dissolves, revealing you in basest form
Going through the motions tracing the felt footsteps on the floor
Hardcore, terpsichore, they call it
Where you are felt by invisible hands
And hungry glares leave shadows
On all your secret spots
But I don’t buy it, it’s just an act
Exuviae to be wrapped around a skeleton in the closet
I’ve got a suggestion
Let that be your last pirouette
It’s time to furnish you with an overcoat
And blanket your silhouette
There’s so much you need to see tonight
As your tour guide I suggest we begin
With a G-rated picture
Put a quarter in the slot
The window unveils an empty room
And there is much cackling
From our audience
The cacophony of lust
Just then another steps in, and all is quiet
Her hair’s a different color, she’s six inches taller
But no one knows the difference
Let that be your last pirouette
It’s time to furnish you with an overcoat
And blanket your silhouette
There’s so much you need to see tonight
As your tour guide I suggest we begin
With a G-rated picture
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9. |
The New Planet
02:38
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Hive queen sits, millenniums pass in the seconds between
Her thoughts rising up from the ansible
Human must remain
Shrouded behind electric walls
The fence cloaking the stars
And keeping our hatred in
Ender!
Ender!
Hive queen waits, millenniums pass
And then there’s a chance all three break down the fence
Keeping the stars out
And keeping our ignorance in
Ender!
Ender!
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10. |
William Crush
06:10
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Trains in suspended animation
Enter the entrepreneur
Ambition unbottled, ties their throttles open
For all the fans to observe
He provides the entertainment
Attempting to make two forces collide
People travel just to witness the explosion
It’s so poetic, prophetic, kinetic
Doesn’t take a physicist to see this
Coming a mile down the track
A pioneer of pioneers
Crush thinks he’s fancied himself
A joule of an idea
Has no idea
People thought to plug their ears
But no one wanted to shield their eyes
Trains hit like like 100 pounds of TNT
And then the debris began to fly
Looks like someone forgot to do the math
It's coming a mile down the track
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11. |
Seven Ten [bonus track]
05:59
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A sentence scratched upon
The name of apprehension
Inside jokes and glances
Underlined with the sweetest intention
It’s all epiphany, taking you in as a priority
Can’t make a decision
Without taking accord of your reciprocity
It’s all in the symmetry
Look at me, I’m all questions aren’t I?
Unmistakably, but only because
The ink of these words will dry
And roses pass away
Chocolates digest
But single evenings like these live in infamy
When metaphors on the heart have grown cliché
And rings have turned your fingers green
The perfect moment will have come and gone
And that’s the one scene to be etched in my memory
Suspense multiplies, I’ll not force these words out
From my lips while my tongue is tied
Second-guessing definitions of ‘all in due time’
To a quandry so sublime
Before I write this down and put it on pamphlets and flyers
And paste it all over town
The wording and timing required has to be perfectly sound
Without a doubt around
Look at me, I’m all answers aren’t I?
Unmistakably, for one reason
The ink of these words will dry
And roses pass away
Chocolates digest
But single evenings like these live in infamy
When metaphors on the heart have grown cliché
And rings have turned your fingers green
The perfect moment will have come and gone
And that’s the one scene to be etched in my memory
A sentence scratched upon the name of inflection
Inside jokes and glances
Looks like the whispering campaign
Is back in full session
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12. |
Birthing [bonus track]
02:38
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I went down to my river
And stretched my spine across
The stony ribs
Of the riverbed
Tired, so tired, I felt
The dryness, yes the dryness
But this earthly vein was flowing still
A deep hole, waterless rush
Tired, so tired, I felt
The dryness, yes the dryness
And the pregnant clouds
Gathered over me
Gathered slowly
I knew that I'd be able to wait
They gathered and the naked trees began to vowel
The wind into a scream
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13. |
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Subtraction problem on the board
The static kindergarten chalk white metaphor
But he’s crunching numbers in his sleep
And you will wear the number, prodigy skin deep
Aren’t you the kid
That’s supposed to be really smart in math?
According to the calculus
He’s done it in his head, it figures freakishness
Statistical anomaly
His brain is just big-boned, it’s acromegaly
Aren’t you the kid
That’s supposed to be really smart in math?
1,2,3,4,5
1,2,3,4,5
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14. |
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Yeah, the day had faded fast
Slipping by buildings and hostile clusters
The sun had fled and vanished
Behind the woods and Japanese gardens
We kept going
Working and driving and getting online
Hurtling our bodies
Wondering how things will turn out in the end
Hey, what are you doing
Staying up late and driving all night?
The wheel fell off again
Four months in this halfway house
That is now our home
The sounds of Record Hospital do battle
With the evening’s chill
And we’re wondering how things will turn out in the end
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15. |
Expletive [bonus track]
03:54
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Soundtrack fades, the record skips
Upon its scratches
As twelve year old takes his fingers off
With a firecracker
A gift left in his old room
Cauterize a long since clotted wound
With echoes of embraces
By wraiths with fast hands
Elders for whom respect
Truly was earned
X still marks the scars
Every anathematic scourge
To be burned clean through
Where promises touched you
Fingerprints leave positive ID
On virgin sheet stock
Hollow dermis
Tattooed with bile and sweat
Dead skin that can not be shed just yet
Twelve year old takes a breath
As he achromatizes
The painted and jaundiced faces
Caricatures that he at last erases
With his friend M80
Twelve year old disseminated
And he is happy
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16. |
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I like Legos
Building blocks, building blocks of life
Cells, biochemistry
Honors Chem 12, Hell, Heaven
Westminster Abbey
London, Sting
Dune: The Movie
Worms, slugs
Pouring salt on slugs
The inside-out baboon in the movie "The Fly"
Jeff Goldblum
"Earth Girls Are Easy", hairdressers
Having your hair washed out
By a woman with long fingernails
Orgasm, dark chocolate truffles
Truffles, truffles, trufflegasm
Gliding and floating
Past liquor stores and sundry Indian restaurants
Shows floating along smoke-filled staircases
A single cello grinning out a basement window
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Damaramu Lewisburg, Pennsylvania
Damaramu was Todd Fogle (The Grey AM), Ethan Page (UPC), Andrew Wagner (Ghosts of Sailors at Sea) and Gordon Withers (Office of Future Plans). They raised a ruckus in a Pennsylvania barn in the late '90s and shall ever regret this.
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