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Inizio
02:16
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Oliveira
03:21
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You felt the trickle of the steam upon the teardrop,
The face of desperation.
The trick of mock and fear upon the beanstalk,
The trace of tribulation.
Intrinsic to the core of the zeitgeist,
A game of demarcation.
Another endless limousine right here on our step,
Disguised gentrification.
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Took the train to the city, to what I do not know.
Can't the wheels of this train go faster?
But there ain't no magic no more.
So if you're comin' back, to this desperate land...
The copper glow of the city,
a second light to the night life,
That bristles in the presence of celebrity -
The second shade of the knife.
But I'm comin' back,
To that desperate land.
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Vegetable Television
04:41
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By watchful evening, bright company.
But if it all seems so uneven,
Don't leer overseas.
Moonlit sangaree.
No why, no open frame.
What's this all about?
The mistress casts her fee.
Prideful mesmeration,
Mourning systole.
Indiscreetly,
(The) aesthete in me wants to breath.
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Love until the edge of doom, the past means little or nothing to you.
You throw me a fuck like a kiss but love means little or nothing to you.
You open your mouth like a dove,
And everyone knows that your pride is of another kind.
But I've seen your smile, the chamber where hearts must die.
The brine alive in this spire; the promise, a cold, bled choir.
And you raise a lie like a flag,
But always the memory of you was not so bad.
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Verdigris
05:49
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I look up and see your face.
A ghost I can't erase.
I lit a cigarette,
I blew smoke and regret.
But if you look in the corner of your mind,
There's something of the woman who was kind.
I know that it was long ago,
And that woman has died.
In dreams I see your eyes.
The colour that hypnotise.
The colour of the sea
That ebbs within me.
But once it was a sweet affair,
A time more lovely than aware.
Accord seized from Above
With no love to declare.
But if I look in the corner of my mind,
There's something of the man who is blind.
A new plot has been spun,
Returning to one.
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Kingdom of Revolution
05:31
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For the curious there is no other bliss,
In the kingdom of revolution.
For Muriel, there is no other one,
There's only woman, the taste of a woman.
You know it's hard, trusting one's heart.
But the funeral, oh the funeral,
Is so simple.
For Muriel, she's been down so many times,
Down so many lines, wasted so much time.
And every man she knew, he only wanted into
The secret chamber of revolution.
You know it's hard, trusting one's heart.
But the funeral, oh the funeral,
Is so simple.
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Cur Non
03:58
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There's nothing odd at the Red Saloon, there's little but the light,
From the bottles as they rattle & shake tonight.
Whenever words are the last resort, whenever we need your bite
To glisten in the moonlight tonight.
Break it down to a song, there's always the golden dawn - the mistress.
Figures outlined in smoke, the promise of hope - true believing.
The fears of one god.
Shook to the blur of a branded ass, seated at the bar,
And brandished her blade of love.
In the copper glow of the streetlight car, you give another phrase,
"A prison is another way to praise."
Yonda sips on a frog tonight - the better to see his price,
In the mirror as he stalks and preens for spite.
He sleeps with his eyes agaze (the trouble with shooting stars),
As you listen to the moonlight tonight.
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Gentle Nudging
04:04
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You make out, make up, awake the vague Lucifer.
The prince of the country chooses to fight over you.
A witness, a witness, truly a sight to control.
You wake up, in time, with the inclusion of her.
I'll never wake up, never escape from.
I'll never wake up to you.
You come into the fray of our world - to live through it.
Carcosa, the mystic, the soul - bringer of salt.
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Deckard Croix Columbus, Ohio
There are many elements comprising Croix’s style, however, psychedelia, ambience, and musique concrete are the most predominant strains featured in nearly every project. Other recurring panaches involve atonality, dissonance, indeterminism, and droning. All Croix recordings convey a heavy preference for the lo-fi aesthetic. ... more
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