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Cigarette Burns
07:11
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“We interrupt our programming. This is a personal emergency”
“The following message is transmitted at the request of your conscience”
“This is not a test”
The Apocalypse already happened here
The stench of it hasn't disappeared
You'd better lay low and steer clear of the men
in the shiny black helmets that sing out amen
I didn't believe when they showed me the light
If you want to eat boy you gotta learn how to fight
If you don't believe you better learn how to lie
Better lie, cheat and steal, take an eye for an eye
The men of one book warned of impending doom
So as not to look foolish, they better make it happen soon
Start with the suckers the vulnerable and weak
The sick and the dying, the unstable, the meek
The mothers of soldiers, the dads of the dead
I can feel my heart beating inside of my head
Like a funeral drum for the death of the sun
My personal apocalypse has just begun
I live in the margins between ignorance and bliss
My TV keeps me warm in the media abyss
The man in the suit with the comb over from hell,
got his finger on the trigger of the holy cartel.
You can't outrun the bullets from their righteous guns
My personal apocalypse has just begun
“You will not feel the brunt of the fire”
“He shall not seek the one of little faith”
“Though I go through the valley, in the shadow of death”
“I shall fear no man”
Your vision dims
Eternal night
Phantom limbs in the moonlight
The seasons turn
Cigarette burns
Long sleeves hide cut marks dried
Seasons turn
Cigarette burns, in the night
Your long sleeves hide,
the cut marks dried
Keep it all inside
The Apocalypse already happened here
The stench of it hasn't disappeared
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2. |
Knowing
03:29
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Knowing you don't know is knowing
Ignoring the claims you know are false
You're anxious to dance that final waltz
The stuff that you're hiding in your attic
You're paying the price to learn the truth
It's causing the static in your life
All that there is, is right here
The Promised Land’s right there in your yard
The birds in your apple trees
They sing in your private Shangri-La
Just click your heels three times and you'll be there
(You'll be there from the start)
Remember there's no place like home
(This side of the rainbow)
Pay no attention to the man behind the altar
Just click your heels three times and you'll be there
(You'll be there from the start)
Just remember there's no place like home
(This side of the rainbow)
Pay no attention to the man behind the altar
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3. |
Exit 94
04:42
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Summerfest 1992
Your summer dress, that I could see right through
I can't wait, to take you to the Pfister
To our room with a view
Where I took your sister
I know she told you
It meant nothing
I was immature
It was my little head talking
Driving LSD
Holding the Ecstasy
I can't drink no more
Exit 94
Coming down
I can't wait
to hit the ground
Driving LSD
Holding your ecstasy
I can't drink no more
Exit 94
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4. |
Maniacal Calliope
06:39
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You lost your mind while breaking the fourth wall
in your internal movie
You're just a middle class American
dream chasing Kool-Aide drinker
Don’t come here because the dream is false
Don't believe the hype do what's right
Get back in line kick scream claw fight
You've got to find a shortcut but there is no way out
Embrace the twilight
I've got something I think you need to see
Hear the sound of my maniacal calliope
Come and ride my carousel from hell for free
So grab the ring and hold on tight
Your prize will be revealed tonight
Until then just close your eyes and glide,
on my painted pony ride
Skip The Bobs, The Chutes, the freaks, the Tilt-A-Whirl
and the Tunnel Of Hate
Step right up and see the Dog Faced Boy pontificate
Hear the sound of my maniacal calliope
Things aren't always what they seem to be
So grab the ring and hold on tight
Your prize will be revealed tonight
Until then just close your eyes and glide,
on my painted pony ride
Skip The Bobs, The Chutes, the freaks, the Tilt-A-Whirl
and the Tunnel Of Hate
Step right up and see this dog faced boy pontificate
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5. |
Lines/Big Crunch
07:40
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I'm holed up in this place now
I can't feel you anymore
These cold pale gray walls,
diffuse antipathy
I feel the lines growing deep
(feel the lines grow deep)
No length of time that will erase
The stuff you repress as hard as you can
The things that you don't will make you a man
There are places on this earth no one has been to
Places in my past that I cling to
I'm alone in this place now (I'm uploading)
I can't feel you anymore (the pictures that you took)
Taken from pages from our book (antipathy)
(I feel the lines growing deep) All the things that you mistook
No length of time that will erase
BIG CRUNCH
Take me back to the Big Crunch
Where the only place is inside
Self-inflicted isolation
From the quilt of your imagination
Miscreant of time and place
Leave me be, I don't need you
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6. |
Phantasmagoric Haze
03:49
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Tired of fighting anymore
I can't stop you with a warning
You're in a phantasmagoric haze
Shape shift optical delusion
The final solution
Release the deceptive nature of the fog inside
You lied
I can't believe you when you keep
on saying that you never knew
My world view
Shape shifting figures
Plasticine
Sequence of pictures, in a dream
Take a chill pill while you wait
I can't hear you shut your pie hole!
You're in a phantasmagoric haze
Shape shift optical delusion
Your final solution
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Plastique Hey-Zeus
04:30
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Searching, for my plastic Jesus
Sunlight, glinting off the dash
Beacon, of both truth and justice
Feel like, I’m runnin’ out of gas
Dust obscures my taillights
Pedal to the floor
Running for my whole life
Nowhere left to go
Waiting, to find life of meaning
Witness, the resultant mess
Knowing, that I’ve made poor choices
My life’s, falling off the ledge
Dust obscures my taillights
Pedal to the floor
Running for my whole life
Nowhere left to go
Dust obscures my taillights
Pedal to the floor
Running for my whole life
Nowhere left to go
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8. |
Delete The Hole
03:25
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You want me to believe in something
You press my buttons to delete the hole
I love the way, you wear too much makeup
and your neck tattoo, in the image of your mother
Jugular
Before she left you for another, never visited your brother
I feel like I know you
You know that you want me too
I feel like I owe you
Until you've taken everything
I love the way you look when you wake up
And the way we make up
Right before we break up
I love the way you look when you wake up
And the way we make up
Right before we break up
Until you've taken everything
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9. |
Gravity
03:46
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The heat shield is down
There’s nothing left to do
The heat of reentry incinerates you
Can’t crack your mantle
Get down to your core
I submit to your steely resolve
Revolve
Gravity cling to me
Gravity cling to me
We devolve
Can’t crack your mantle
Get down to your core
I submit to your steely resolve
Revolve
Gravity cling to me
Gravity cling to me
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10. |
Iterum
01:54
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What if you feel? (The seasons turn)
What if you feel? (Cigarette burns)
What if you felt like going down
What if you feel
Don’t make me feel. (Remember there’s no place like home)
Don’t make me feel like going down. (Private Shangri-La)
Don’t make me feel. (Coming down)
You make me (I can’t wait) …felt like I was (hit the ground)
…a little man inside. (Keep it all inside)
I can’t wait
Keep it all inside
I can’t wait
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Zip Tang Chicago, Illinois
Eclectic Progressive Rock from Chicago, USA
Fred Faller - drums
Andrew Bunk -
bass
Perry Merritt - vocals, guitar, synthesizers
Former Members:
Marcus Padgett - sax, vocals, keys, synths
Rick Wolfe - bass, vocals
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