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Heat Wave
02:58
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The sky is bare to the bone. This night is thick with radiance and it's drawing us in. Here be our rites on these electrified grounds so call on your ghosts to appear tonight as the blood warm waters run wild.
My sweet mirage, you melted winter mystic, now you're a glossy fever vision. Our magnet hearts will lift with the sound of a tear in the veil and cloudy eyes shall se and the wind will die at your feet.
Heat wave, heat wave, rise up and sing as the blood warm waters run wild.
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Here Be Our Rites
04:01
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Down a fading trail in the low sweet light, come through the veil your departure awaits.
Get in your going home shoes, here be our rites
Leave as a landslide, here be our rites
On trembling grounds, here be our rites
Electrified, here be our rites
Bring the sentiment and the worst of yourself, let your favourite mistakes reanimate
Get in your going home shoes, here be our rites
Leave as a landslide, here be our rites
On trembling grounds, here be our rites
Electrified, here be our rites
Thin air will thin out as kites fall out of the sky and a long time dreaming gets caught on barbed wire.
If your anxious bones wish to die, if your sorry soul can only lie.
Get in your going home shoes, here be our rites
Leave as a landslide, here be our rites
On trembling grounds, here be our rites
Electrified, here be our rites
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Projections
03:17
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It's a land of ghosts that I will never know full of crossroads where the devil never shows, where no souls make the exchange.
It's a land of ghosts that I will never own, I'll waive my claim and head on home to keep an eye on the land, the land on its side looking callously back at me.
This land of ghosts doesn't lend itself to any known measures or projections, she's carried on a current of the unknown.
The elegance, the radiance, the dragging light come evening time, her electricity relayed through me. I'll mark the births and all those times she's brought back to life from recurring death. I'll bring a mirror, I'll bring a mirror to her skin.
When I break, would you pour me out over a landscape flat as a line, somewhere hidden in plain sight and gentle to my mind?
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Signals
03:03
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Why are you talking through wires without connection?
Why are you speaking in tongues of the dead and gone?
Are you one of their ghosts sent back to haunt me?
Have you come down from the ridges where we bury our dead?
Will you take up residence among my burdens?
Are you set on a trail to wreck my mind?
Am I to be an echo in your silence, forever expanding into the unheard?
Don't leave me here. Please leave me here.
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Telesthesia
03:56
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Have you seen the ground on the move? Displacing the map as she goes, leaving other worlds exposed as that fleeing veil gets torn. Now there's signals coming through from the lands beyond land and suddenly; for a moment it fits impressions on impressions and then, you can see for miles and miles straight into her eyes.
Oh Telesthesia, I saw the sickly plains of my mind. Its ridges and sites as she cast off her disguise.
And that sound is deafening, it's the sound of it all coming down. On some clear nights at the summit of the height you can hear it raging for miles and miles as land and mind collide.
Oh Telesthesia, I saw the sickly plains of my mind. Its ridges and sites as she cast off her disguise
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Electromagnetically
05:16
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Dear Signal Hill I am troubled still. Behold as I remain in this well-sung and sorry state. Here are some passing views to trade for a love song on a tape sung with heartfelt honesty, a fluttering apology. So I became a drone, a sweet and solemn tone.
Electromagnetically I slipped into your dreams through a crack in your head where I'm a signal now, echoing. Like a kick in your teeth, I'm a reckless melody. As the wind picking up speed I'm hollering ceaselessly.
Then I became a cloud, a running shadow on the ground.
I could forget my name and age just as easily as they were given to me. I saw everything estranged, the land in the palm of my hands and heaven soaked in turpentine and a flame on the tip of your tongue. Then I became a stone, a secret to be kept untold.
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Sweet Terrain
02:48
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Here's Trouble
03:10
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Here comes the trouble you were asking for and here you come running, begging for some more. If you'd go away I would hunt you down. If you'd leave me here I would burn these grounds
Because I can't leave this space in which you and I belong.
Too closely cut from the same old dirty cloth, inseperable. If you can't breathe I'm to be held responsible for all that is weighing so heavy on us both.
Because I can't leave
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Inside My Head
04:39
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I am becoming reflections slowly trailing off. In the midst of signals and static I am transmitted and lost. Here are my wishes for absence. Here is all my gathered gold and there is the entrance. Here I catch fire and run back inside my head.
I'll be alone someday, inside my head.
I passed a funeral procession. They were mourning my bones. I said dear congregation you are remembering this wrong. I've been dreaming of departures ever since I came along; to shut out the traffic in and out of my thoughts inside my head.
I'll be alone someday, inside my head.
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Westerlies
03:33
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All my gathered gold, my burdening bones, my decent disposition -
I would trade them all for the harrier's flight; a surveying eye laying measurements to the land, set to a humble scale of metes and bounds; set to the singing of the wind.
As my muse steps into the light, behold the westerlies.
How they roar when speaking our rightful names. Borne on them waves is the prophecy,
When my muse steps into the light, behold the westerlies, for she'll be a thunderstorm, the death of me, the birth of something else completely free of my indifference and petty self. She'll be the score of an ending ending well.
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