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Alphabet Waves
01:43
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We will speak out to the wind
When we begin, and we begin
And solace the crowd when they are raging
And sole as the crowd and single them out
And sing out to them
And sing along what they will not hear or understand
And we the sound
And stitch up our vocals one by one
And hang them on a line to dry
And try if one can get along
With consonants when they are dried
And hang around with ups and downs
And shaking like the wind
And hung up to dry on a line
And dripping drops in awkward rhythm
Like faces crying
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Dear companion
Why did you have to leave
Little scenes above in the light
Were just a dream
So the darkness and the mud
Are our reality
To which I speak
I have seen it all before
This waiting's what we're waiting for
Dear silent friend
The room in which I am trapped
Is made of massive bone
These voices haunting me
In such a dreadful tone
Tell me every second I am all alone
I can't go on, I'll go on
No more use for other names
Every Abel gets his Cain
I must not be forgetting:
Every saying is inventing
And if this world is our black hearse
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Demolition
03:01
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We spat on passengers from the rooftops of our vanity
And every wall would echo back our profanity
We spread lies like “love will last forever”
Like “we don't die”, like “best friends never sever”
Let's pretend each war we fight is an inevitable duty
And a globalized world revolves with much more beauty
And on we march by our pretty definitions
Through this slough with reeks of demolition
Say it pays out in the end
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Friend, the shades are always drawn
No light will bleach black thoughts
No sound keeps company when you're with yourself
And yet the morning broods
Cold tentacles against your window pane
It's a pain
No more journeys left for a traveling mind
That's past the last frontier, a million miles from here
The exile's permanent for someone who has got
A kingdom in his head with no army at his hand
(No army at command)
Awake in the time of sleep
A dream is burning down the palisades of truth
And nothing's happening
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Recess
04:07
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All the world's in quarantine now
The hours wind up minutes to more hours
The warm mud and all that it devoured
Burnt black boughs beneath bright snow
Now desolation drags behind us
Like a bloodhound on a chain
Let's renovate the last few remains
The cell membranes around our nucleus
Words don't seem to express all that they should
And music's never more than a plain jingle
But our fleeting shadows sometimes mingle
In a way that our bodies never could
If life's a fool's tale meaning nothing
Full of fury and of sound
We'll sit and we'll listen to it spellbound
We will dance and we will sing
And we will celebrate mankind's fall
The apple that has made our drunken minds sober
And will we say when it's all over
That we've had fun at the famous carnival?
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Goya
01:32
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Dullwood Tampa, Florida
Starting with 'Seagull Pheromone', a 2007 demo comprising a few songs written in the course of five years and given away only to a few people on CD-R, the home-recording project Dullwood has produced its first official album 'Ghosts/Recollections' in 2009, which was self-published a year later and was followed by scarce live concerts. ... more
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