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The Chain of Marlene
05:24
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"In the air of the forest you know you're not alone here.
A figure walking gently is just something you can't fear.
There's trouble coming dear but you speak so softly.
The judge and the jury and the witnesses can't hear.
Your tracks are in the fire and the soul is broken.
To many you can never shake the name of 'traitor',
But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear.
But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear.
The sun's in the corner and the stars are falling.
Children in the darkness say the drugs are failing.
Your pain's in the center and the cards can't call it.
Your luck's in the river and you just don't know it.
The minds of the masses just keep on turning.
The voice of the people won't speak reason.
You'll find the answer when there's none left to find, dear.
You'll find the answer when there's none left to find here.
But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear.
You look behind you and there's nothing there to touch.
You leave your fingerprints in the fire but your soul is cold.
You scramble up a tree and survey the surroundings
And off in the distance is a weary traveler.
He looks over his shoulder and doesn't see it coming.
The sun's in the corner and the stars are falling." [ad nauseum]
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Patricia's Loose
05:24
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Patricia, I'm calling (sing along too).
The streets are crawlin', with pictures of you.
Oh the temperature's rising, put on a record or two.
Patricia Patricia, I'm calling you.
Patricia Patricia, suicide by six-string.
I got the feeling everybody, would like a six-string too.
A lonesome case of daydream, nutrition deprived you
Of everything you ever wanted, you can't believe it's true.
Message recording, show machine love too.
Listen to the siren, hear it all around.
Recognize mischief, with only a sound.
Amaze the police chief, with a pint of booze,
I got the blues...and where are you?
El debutante, Patricia rossa
Quinceanera, sin importancia,
Rare cantata, order a drink or two.
El debutante, Patricia rossa,
Quinceanera, sin importancia,
Rare cantata, drinkin' a glass or two.
Patricia's on the corner, you can get some too.
Sabbatical paycheck, Sabbatical you.
Seen you on 6th Street, you looked brand new
Reserve my time slot, there are so few.
You give me the blues,
When you're on the prowl.
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The Spoken Word
04:04
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The cannibals are setting up the table,
Preparing for the meal's main course.
The silver shines like the eye of the sun.
When are you leaving for the sun?
But never mention, Minstrel.
She's my lonely one.
The stars are falling from their heaven.
How they drink up the night.
They say farewell and perish
From your sight.
But they never mention Minstral
And how she changed my life.
And the spoken word, that was heard,
Was "grace" and all was good.
(all was good)
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Mr. Sophistrication, man of salt.
Fond of illicitation, oh so cold.
Memory of lucidation, no such luck.
Mr. Sophistrication, seven-years old.
Ahhhh, private session.
Ahhhh, son of fire.
You could never breath a word of sophistication.
You could never find a center of tribulation.
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Biromantic Ogilvie
04:22
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I couldn't relive that day, ever since mon cher, Renee.
She was a mistress but her words were truth,
Older than the age of her shattered youth.
One trip to 'minster was a soft parade,
Shorter than the promise of an early grave.
I found out but I never tried.
Her eyes could light a Columbine, massive space around her spine.
Colonary embolism, borne from the thought of an intervention.
You got to break in the trigger, the kind that's shorn like a pheramone.
Sentiment's past and you're all alone.
Twenty-seven I think she was, Virgo 1981.
Her sentence slips but once a year, caught in the viscera of her modern ear.
The nautical collective head, enchante mon rouge, vous chet.
I thought I’d try, she’d never let.
Nous aurious, pu etre plus.
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Parlour Games
04:58
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You know and I know and we go to blend.
The prevalent shock of Antioch supermen.
Who goes there?
Presuming guilt, intent on what was then;
Neverwhere.
A present course devoid of remorse and yin.
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She Passes Through You
04:46
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She passes through you, she never knew you.
And the sun shines through you.
I never knew you, though I abused you.
Words have so many meanings.
I can see her through you.
You help her use you to sever everything that is true.
I can see her through you.
My eyes don't envy you, but sometimes it's alright to cry.
The lights of the city, we're reaching fifty nights in the city.
The glow from your makeup, left from your breakup.
This is our final meeting.
We're getting closer, time's getting shorter.
You're finding order, this song is over.
We're kissing finally, so sublimely.
She passes through me.
I can see her through you.
You help her use you to sever everything that is true.
You can see through me.
My eyes don't envy you, but sometimes it's alright to cry.
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Your Mind
02:54
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When you return from your trip to the sun.
(The train's leaving early, you better run.)
When you meet my friends; they're all really gone;
They sing songs between laughing at everyone.
When are leaving next for the earth?
The sun cries in its lonely sky.
You've left someone here it seems; you've heard?
She misses you mostly and most of all ...
Your mind.
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Dreaming
05:25
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The travelling companions slow, the edge of the forest glows,
The clever one seems to know, the hearty one sighs low.
Bring your cape and gloves. Procession's just begun. Begun...
Firemen rush to save, the widow has just been laid,
The sidewalk has just been paved, red drips from a rusty blade.
Subtle at first, so subtle at first, and then, it becomes clear.
The seven-year train has come, they know just where you're from.
You hear the sound of drums, they greet you here: welcome.
I see you've brought your rings. You drool at shiny things. Dreams.
The secret has just been told. You tell me this oh so low.
I hold your hand, we go. Your hand is oh so cold.
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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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