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Death, She Walks On
02:14
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Data, data...
Death, she walks on
Quiet counting
I don’t know why I should be so afraid
Death, she walks on and on
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Angular Sterility
05:58
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There’s no music in the spheres
There's but the sum of Euclid's fears
Architecture at the gate
Dazzles as it nauseates
I have seen what lies
Just beyond my vision
It uncoils me
In its stark precision
Still I cannot help
Wishing I had been here all along
I am not alone here
Could this be my home here
Amid the lucite loam here
The tesseracts and domes here
Angular Sterility
As far as mortal eye can see
Angular Sterility
Someone bail me out of
Encroaching vertices
Alien geometry
Angular sterility
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Fractals & Coastlines
12:17
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Who touched these files? They are a hoarder’s delight!
All of these souls must be reallocated now!
I swear this job would spell the death of me, but
Demigods don’t enjoy the privilege of sleep — sweet kiss of death!
A resting soul gets out of the filing cabinet where the God of Reaping keeps souls. Without a body, she has no idea where she is, why she is suddenly conscious, and why her children aren’t with her.
Where am I? And where are my children?
Why do I feel so hollow?
Where am I? God, it’s so fucking cold!
Who let her out? She is not done!
Doesn’t even know that she is dead!
If we don’t clean up her file
We could lose this entire aisle!
Clean her up!
Summer wraps itself around her soul
Summer wraps itself around her soul
Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her,
Summer wraps itself around her soul
I hear the engines of the 18-wheelers pulling up to the loading dock
Mondays always smell like gas and formaldehyde
You never get used to it — you only get older
You only get experience.
Welcome, love. Here we deal in fractals and in coastlines
Here we deal in chaos and in ordinary time
Take a cigar, pour the gin, pull up a chair
You’re going to be here for quite a while, so relax.
Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her soul
She’s been retained. She’s been contained. She’s been detained.
Summer wraps itself around her, wraps its loving arms around her soul
I need a drink — I’m getting too old for this.
All of the souls have been reallocated now!
I swear this job would spell the death of me, but
Demigods don’t enjoy the privilege of sleep, sweet kiss of death!
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Timeless Sound
03:43
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History grows with every second,
A goliath before the present moment.
You could cling onto the infinite future
Or damn the contours of time altogether
I’m traveling on timeless sound
Weaving around a chronological vector
Notes taking flight as they carry me
To freedom — boundless, timeless freedom
Abandon your dualistic prejudice
Forward, backward, silence, noise, then, and now
Euclidean and non-Euclidean, Einstein and Newton
I and Thou
I’m traveling on timeless sound
Rapidly moving, knowing not my direction
Notes taking flight as they carry me
To freedom — boundless, timeless freedom
Song always moving always still — timeless sound.
History growing always still — timeless sound.
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Doomsday Algorithm
07:05
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Kill your darlings, and their darlings too
Everything that meant anything (or nothing) to you
It can’t be helped, the gods have spoken
We have but rudimentary control
Kill your darlings, and their darlings too
Crush eternal enterprise, it’s all up to you
It can’t be helped, the gods have spoken
We have but rudimentary control
It can’t be helped — it’s already in motion
We have but the illusion of control
You may feel a little sick around this new arithmetic
What’s the flame and what’s the wick inside this cruel arithmetic?
Play for me, beautiful, don’t let me think too hard
Play for me, beautiful, while chaos tears into us
Play for me, beautiful, I never wanted it to end this way
Play for me, beautiful, all you can do is play
Kill your darlings, and their darlings too,
Everything that meant anything, or nothing, is gone —
I never wanted it to end this way
But you have bought us another day
Destruction’s easy. Creation’s something more.
If I still have it in me, it’ll be better than before.
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7. |
In A Day
03:55
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In a day, how many strange things can settle around
The same tiny apartment in northern New Jersey?
Can we blame the pollution, the constant sound
Of the rumble of cars on the Garden State Parkway in a day?
It’s business as usual in a way
Can we even feign control over the sway
Of our destinies, sway of catastrophe?
In a day, how many T-bones and head-on collisions
Can count as near misses in northern New Jersey?
Can we blame the economy? Time’s a commodity
On the black market on the Garden State Parkway, in a day
It’s kind of how we all agreed to play
Some moment we can’t recall, an oath that we gave
On our future graves, asphalt and pavement
A harvest moon hangs over the shopping mall
Overseeing the gardens of commerce we claim
As our fortune and fame.
A Darjeeling monsoon pours onto the Parkway,
A deep crimson liquor pulls up through the pavement terrain
And leaves a caffeinated stain
In the rain, how much back and forth and
Back and forth and back and forth our wiper blades flick and wick away
The sweat pouring down our vehicle brows
In a day, how many strange things can settle around
In a day, can we blame the constant sound
In a day, how many T-bones and head-on collisions
In a day, how many near-death and near-living visions
In a day, how many strange things can settle around
The same tiny apartment in northern New Jersey in a day?
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Fractometer
04:32
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So you want to spark creation? Want to forge a Universe?
Know the common pitfalls, else the enterprise is cursed
Start with something tiny — it’s an iteration game
Subatomic, cosmic — basic shapes should look the same.
From the chaos, order finds its way. From the order, chaos finds its way.
Throw the dice — it’s up to you, dear.
Draw the lines in fractal patterns...
There are more things than you have dreamed
Within your philosophy
Earths and heavens you can’t see
Mandelbrot, Sierpinski saw self-similarity
Underlying nature, causing the causality
Now, it’s up to you, dear, light of my cosmogony
Make the generations delight in your cryptography
You can make it happen — it, by which I mean everything, dear Julia set.
I don’t know why she chose me.
There is nothing about me or my songs that belongs in a god’s company
You can make it happen — it, by which I mean everything, dear Julia set.
There are more things than you have dreamed
Within your philosophy
Earths and heavens you can’t see
There are more things than you can see
Within your philosophy
My Horatio, just dream — just dream and make it be!
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9. |
Bro Science
00:32
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You can take our lives, but you’ll never take our gains
And you can take my compound, provided you have peaceful aims
But if you use it to take a life, I’ll have to take the blame
We’re Leonold and Regibald. We’re close, but we’re not the same
We made our fortunes in instruments of war — no more!
Who brought the mercenaries here?
The chemist and the engineer
Saving the world with my brother
Reggie, take these potions. You’ll need them for the ride.
And don’t forget your protein to grow your bis and tris.
Brother, I wish I could be with you, but we both have very different jobs to do
Mine the elements, build a giant bomb, blow up a mountain. Blow up a mountain!
Blow up a mountain to save the world.
It is not in mortal hands to hasten Perdition’s deadline — this I believe with all my heart. But the finite laws of ethics, and even theology, do not account for infinite contexts.
We made our fortunes in instruments of war — no more!
We lived our lives in comfort, studying the universe and its laws
Now I worry for your safety in the sorceress’s claws
May the warriors protect you. May the priest of Chaos bless you.
May my potions resurrect you should any evil intercept you.
This could be the last time that we speak
The situation’s looking bleak.
Don’t let me down, brother.
Go thwart the sorceress’ aims
You’re hunting a dangerous game
Go save the world, brother. Brother!
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Nowhere Near The Blade
06:37
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Take a breath, it’s only oxygen you’re losing after all
Pay no mind to any notion that the walls are closing in
Look around at all the evidence you’re safe inside this room
Remember me, remember every time I held your hand to tell you this
When you feel that too-familiar pulling in your lungs
Just count backwards; it isn’t death you’re running from
When you feel the acid bubbling up inside your lungs
Have no fear; your thread is nowhere near the blade
Now you see just how deceitful all the ghosts inside you are
Let them know you won’t surrender to their woeful cries, their clever bribes
I send my love, send it like countless troops to penetrate the walls
Watch them burn, watch them disintegrate beneath my hands, my steady hands
Please don't let it take you down
Don't let it take you down
Don't let it take you down
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12. |
The Clockwork Pheasant
08:31
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We began this mission not long ago
How it concludes, now — that we cannot know
We’ve seen but a glimpse of what she can do
She can revise all that we thought we knew
A pheasant with clockwork wings
A sorceress pulling strings
She’ll tear the world apart
If we can’t stop her heart
She manipulates the tidal
Cycles with her homicidal,
Physics-changing incantations
World-destroying conjurations
I have no special power, courage, or might
But it’s no time to cower — it’s time to fight
I try to resist my rage, my fear,
I can’t back out of this, of what brought me here
I lean on the faith in things I can’t see
I don’t have an eighth of her lethal gravity
I try to resist my rage, my fear,
I can’t back out of this now that I’m here
She has spilled the blood of my dear friends
I’ll make her succumb to her own ends
She will fall, if she lasts at all
A pheasant with clockwork wings
A sorceress pulling strings
She’ll tear the world apart
If we can’t stop her heart
She’s wandered into my trap
I slam on the blasting cap
The ground underneath us shakes
The mountain behind her quakes
It’s time I embrace my fate
We both will incinerate
But I spend my final breaths
Defeating the sorceress
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