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COLONIALISM (Ancient Mith)
Heart without motion
Beats still to beats
Easier to keep our heads moving
Than to concede and release
To the paragon alliance
That is the DTC
I don’t feel like prying
But I’m not feeling leaving it be
I’m not denying somewhere along the way the shoe fell
I guess I’m more insulted by the fear that I smell
In the same air that I yell
Parable tearing itself
Apart at social function
Low end crunching
The stereo tell
Fingers on keyboard
Got you thinking that your egos close to you
Like your enemies, like they should be
If I’m the bad guy, why am I not there too
Irony in the recipe of crack pot truth
Laughing at me like the universe with robins and owls
Soaring over me now but am I really the ground
Thanks, to colonialism, I’m not sure who it is
Or where to go from here, like calling your kid
Telephone just rings, like it always did
Attribute didn’t, unanswer to the dial tone it’s in
Listen, it’s sin if it’s written to judge cover
On some member when I was lover
Broken shell other
Birds in the sea
Life is strange like that
And I don’t mind being me
Create of habitat
Another ring of age below my bark
Chalk off the dead branches
With the biggest piece, make a guitar
Learn how to play, not just pretend with airwaves
Subdue the processors, for self they acclaim
I’m not saying, I’m not saying, on grave meditating
So there really is not time for a vacation
And there really is no kind of a replacement
And really is no time for this hasting
People hurt themselves and you yell stop
But you just gotta just let them
People hurt themselves until they stop
But you just gotta just let them
People hurt themselves and you yell stop
But you just gotta just let them
People hurt themselves when you yell stop
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The one eyed hog
05:33
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CHISEL OBSIDIAN (Demune)
Transient Innocent
The Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
The Transient Innocent
Transient Innocent
The Muse is Promiscuous
The Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
Fire and Discipline
The Hungry Giant defiant towards the kingdom, but not the towns
the type of ogre that's regal but spits upon a golden crown
suck the pond scum, lock the dungeon, shock the small ones,
Rock the dumbs dumbs, and watch them flock in awe of the odd ones
Grab the fishing net, collect more ingredients for the bitches brew
shadows refuse to bring harm to the old witch that heals their wounds
Cobble stone streets are easy on the feet of a homesick ghoul
willing to trade anything if it meant that life would return to her soon
Fallen angel under the familiar smell of starlight
Washing his hands of heavens' sins and it's wars over our kind
and in the deep chambers under the fortress dwell the demons who
wish to one day escape servitude and the horror of their masters rule
The Transient is Innocent
The Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
Transient Innocent
Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
An old rat teaches a young serpent about her tribes past
Detailing his part in their slaughter as he begged for her wrath
lycan and vampire reign under the same house ever since
the human crusade to rewrite the past and destroy evidence
and still yet, no matter how much blood my hands have shed
Water nymphs that live within the forests streams will take me in
wherever gargoyles are found, shape shifters are bound to be near
both are weak when they sleep, rotating wakes to persevere
foul trolls, speak and flow with open arms for a trade
and just when you write them off they deliver the goods like a saint
fire beasts take their tolls when they bicker over barters
let the sirens voices fade in and sooth the fire starters
Are you ready to summon the fireflies to the lighthouse
for it's sundown, and the gun powder is spooking the night owls
spread clouds of incense, the stench of battle is strong
mastodons pull the dead, while the elven chant in song
It always strikes a chord when lizard men weep in sorrow
even the strongest warriors are shown no quarter by tomorrow
not even demigods escape the grips of emotion
falling prey to their pride when they champion mortal oceans
The Transient is Innocent
The Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
Transient Innocent
Muse is Promiscuous
Chiseling Obsidian
Fire and Discipline
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Calm and quiet
04:55
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PROUD OR ASHAMED (Babel fishh, the BeastMaster and Edison)
If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.
If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.
If our school teachers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed
but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about
If our grandfathers could see us now they wouldn't know whether to be proud or ashamed.
but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about
but we catch ourselves thinking about those things that no one else has ever thought about
ohhh the motionless coaster less abolitionist on an afghan rug in a tower once again voice on feet less ground wings of junkies in jackhammers lies the annoyance of time we don't belong wrong to reap heats whore on tour treat each other depending on import resort to temptations reality but to breathe is to beg for life when we all step towards death lets lead out arms to teeter on toddlers tap shoed death to form the flesh and bitter bites test a tangle in societies twitch no peace in sleep call it a disease toss and turn to wiggle and worm this dishevelled shoe has a stench similar to sensitive eyes tomorrow will title today’s taxidermied ways an appendage sentenced to tuck your tongue back into a cannonball to collapse the jaws of of judgment inputs put out out puts without inputs without outs
notes, and no known lonely disregard for chrome easels they stack on evaks bad spine sad takes recorded bang doors and 4 fingers left prints they sent children into to war for land mines portion points go without the back to track selfishness religion they've been giving up the virgin for the lie, blank to bad checks had mercy when they litter it but now we write to choke and false both sides of coin ointments they point to boy leaving while they can it grow claws to grow claws the boy chances to wave someone call me bird without the hollow bones to break and land weightless on the power lines find a fine to fine day. Blacken out the eyes alive wake where you lay them bring your pigs big stick terrorism that’s it the band aids bleed noted bleed notes band aids bleed notes bleed notes...
subtle songs in a pile collected next to the rest I’m fencing with my festering fumbling fingers with force to the almost gone forgotten or swallowed and swept up passion a pawn off at half cost I cant think of one thing sacred anymore I’m forming the day with outtakes and the left behind and I’m fine with backing up my steps to the peninsula with pale breathe and the unkempt slue of ritual slander framed out structure all I get to do is weld it and make sure that she holds up a weather tight enclosure I am mostly water and tough skin the buckling breaker within flickers but holds its place for now keep close to your bedside rifle just one safe neighbourhood away from a prison shank making misery shine for the up comings maybe a blank schedule suits the warm path agenda a fake pattern to tap along keep your breathe.
low life's learn
take times turn .....no breathe...
things burn burn
burn burn burn
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Garden dwarves
04:59
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GARDEN DWARVES (Pierre the motionless)
I feel like I am stuck in a garden chair, at the mercy of these garden dwarves
the sky is black it smells like revenge in the air, I can see blood in their garden eyes
I understand I'm gonna have a bad time with this not kidding bare-chested dwarf
While the dwarf judge is listing the charges against us my life is passing through my mind
You are guilty you guys of motionless for having booked strange shows with left wing giants and tall guys with a loutish manner
You are guilty you motionless guys for having cheated on the dwarves in order not to go and do your national garden service
You are guilty you motionless guys for not being ashamed of making fun of all these illustrious plaster statues
You are guilty you motionless guys for spreading love and being friends with not very commendable people
Wow we got bitten, we got garden dwarves everywhere on ourselves, they are
stealing our money, restraining our rights,
spoiling our lives and burning our books,
spoiling our lives and hunting our strangers
spoiling our lives I hate these dwarves
Never trust a garden dwarf
Garden dwarves are hypocrites they always smile in front of you but fuck you behind your back, fuck you behind your back
Garden dwarves are racist I have never seen a black garden dwarf
Garden dwarves are sexist I have never seen a female garden dwarf
Ne / ver / trust / a / gar / den / dwarf / no
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US ANYMORE (Thesis Sahib)
New Jersey train to Newark
This baggage is heavy and my feelings were real
This wheel is broken in half
And in my head is your unconfident laugh
His smile was made, bought and paid, from another man’s hand and now you hold another man’s hand planned behind my fucked up smile and now I’m on the train
Little broken wheel
And the face that will reveal the way that I
Umbrellas telling
Me to question considered shelter
This choice up front and your perfect teeth
You've had it harder that's your belief
Goodbye, this day is written on the back of your face
And us wasn’t us anymore
It’s been this way, for a long time
And us wasn’t us anymore
The dirt on my hands when I fix this wheel
How dare you bring this energy into this place
How dare we bring this energy into this place
Pressed by the purpose sick how I fell into this trap again again again
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9. |
Why motionless
05:24
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WHY MOTIONLESS (Pierre the motionless)
Motionless because I spend most of my time producing beats in front of my PC with my instruments well installed on a stool on castors to ensure that I do not have to stand up when I need to go and have a beer
Motionless because it is so not frenchie, enjoy this horrible accent, take it as a present
I have nothing but my beats to offer, I have nothing but my beats to offer
Motionless because I feel suddenly anxious when I try to work on a song with beats going over 90BPM, slow down, slow down, it's going too fast, slow down
Motionless because I do not go to Canada, even if there is something in the air which makes your hip-hop better there
Motionless because my life is motionless the only moving part of it is five year's old and is "motion-much more than-less"
Motionless because I am a sort of television, never moving but with many things happening inside of it
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10. |
Voyage voyage
04:39
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11. |
Unattended outro
04:38
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