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Joeboy
02:32
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polygons slip by like ice.
smooth like brain death.
the neon lines stretch infinite.
"I'm gonna fuck this run again."
when I'm plugged in-
that slack grin.
fingers twitching.
self is spinning off axis.
I'm feeling counterfeit when I jack out of this.
just let it echo and feel the weight of the pain go.
just let it echo and feel the weight of yr ego.
just let it echo, discard the weight of the pain you hold.
and let it echo and feel the weightlessness in yr home.
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2. |
Not Today
03:44
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in a path I've gone unraveled, in a daze. it's all the same.
like a speakeasy it's coded, words exchanged, meeting arranged.
against the grain we gnash our teeth.
and I could say,
"let's ghost the sleep, stick ups on a den of thieves. sweaty palms and shaky knees. send 'em to the guillotine."
but you laugh and say, "not today."
in orchestrated cellblock sweeps the cowboy hacks a portal beam and spirals on infinity. logical splitting at the seams, I reach my hand toward you but you frown and say, "not today."
and you will reach such great peaks with those gifts that we gave-
but not today.
in a pinkerton stickup with pistol's safety unlocked, I smirk as I say,
"not today."
and you will reach such great peaks with those gifts that we gave-
but not today.
and someday, dodging brain death, you will find out that yr scales have been changed-
but not today.
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3. |
Artificial Glow
02:10
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have you wondered: the back of the room suggests a conscious?
if you ask then you shall receive it, if you want it.
well you asked and you couldn't find it.
well, I was lying anyway.
the fact that this ends is proof enough that this all means something.
if we die then at least it means something.
without meaning, artificial glow is all we have now.
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4. |
GWS
02:42
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great white sharks are always around,
we just couldn't see them until now.
normally back up the well, after a spell,
my mind's always back at Cheap Hotel.
and great white sharks:
navigating suicide via sidecar.
ambling onto the deck, drunken eyesore.
and it couldn't be helped.
and if our days are meant to pass this way,
then I'll see myself out.
a couple credits gained is commonplace,
until I shoot out yr mouth.
great white sharks are always around,
we just couldn't see them until now.
normally back up the well, after a spell,
my mind's always back at Cheap Hotel.
great white sharks.
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5. |
Kelly Green pt. I
01:20
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Kelly Green lays out before me like those cockeyed schemes we ran before believing.
from being knee deep in Chiba City, to orbiting this spindle decaying.
in retrograde: this spindle decaying.
gravity leaks from this spindle decaying.
got a lot of heartache holding on when everything is said and done and all that's left is reaction, my legs are tree trunks.
and they're planted firmly. if I go down with KG,
that's how I'd want them to bury me.
from being knee deep in Chiba City to orbiting this spindle decaying.
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6. |
Laser Tag (Version)
03:33
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the air smells like summer
and I remember how we thought
that moving to the city would make life less dull.
where the fuck are you now?
are you in Chiba at Cheap Hotel?
or have you left, gone back up the well?
I wanted to save her, somehow.
and we went to those baseball games
and we drank from coolers in the sun.
and I remember feeling all choked up
just making these pacts in our hells.
where the fuck are you now?
are you in Chiba at Cheap Hotel?
I want to leave, right back up the well
and never see you again, somehow.
where the fuck are now?
are you in Chiba at Cheap Hotel?
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7. |
Bloodbath
06:01
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it's a Saturday or a different day.
I'm always shivering. just reacting.
passively, I'm standing.
roots growing from myself:
a statue in failing health.
some small talk, turn the lights off.
Smokey's Estate: different orbit from myself.
I don't want that, a different orbit from myself.
our lives left broken.
a monolith, like a punch to my fucking ribs.
Bloodbath's gonna rip this shit, I always end up empty.
opposed like opposites, while I'm watching the loss of this oxygen.
little numbers on screen crawling on my skin.
always delighted to say, "fuck it," again.
a monolith, like a punch to my fucking ribs.
Bloodbath's gonna rip this shit, I always end up empty.
opposed like opposites, while I'm watching the loss of this oxygen.
little numbers on screen crawling on my skin.
always delighted to say, "fuck it,"
always delighted to say, "fuck it,"
always delighted to say-
one false start, two in mind.
if I could reach back out, I'd never say goodbye.
I'd take yr hand in mine, play at pantomime.
I'd laugh and feel that joy, I'd be satisfied.
I'm never satisfied, set mode to "hyperdrive".
if I could outrun pain, then I'd be satisfied.
I'm never satisfied, I'll never say goodbye.
yr always on my mind:
Bloodbath's alive.
Bloodbath's alive.
Bloodbath's alive.
in a heart tattoo I'll never say goodbye.
I'll never say goodbye, yr always on my mind.
Bloodbath's alive.
Bloodbath's alive.
Bloodbath's alive.
in a heart tattoo: Bloodbath's alive.
little numbers on screen crawling on my skin,
always delighted to say, "fuck it," again.
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it's like the air is slowly thinning
and I could feel it in my bones.
and if another Pinkerton surrounds me:
light 'em up, eyes closed.
and I can see it against the flashes
when this dogfight leaves us exposed.
it's always up, up, up in memories.
I'd rather light 'em up eyes closed.
words hang unspoken, the fuel gauge broken
and the idea that we can't escape.
we're always shoulders just touching shoulders
and we're stuffed tight in Kelly Green.
smoke out yr mouth in tendrils, like in the Sprawl where I met you.
that seems so far away.
we met up loose in the Sprawl, you said you liked it that way.
console cowboy scum from here to Ninsei.
you said you saw an out, you liked the way that I played.
and up the well we went, hyperspeed Kelly Green.
and I can never relax, I'm coughing right up my sleeves,
but when I'm jacked in I never want sleep.
now I could see the out, I liked the way that you played.
up the well we went, hyperspeed Kelly Green.
we met up loose in the Sprawl, no idea how it would shape
something like seven long years...give or take.
you said you saw the out, traced lines from here to yr grave.
and up the well we went, hyperspeed Kelly Green.
it's like the air was closing in
and I could see myself coming back to this.
I'd rather be in Kelly Green again, artificial oxygen.
bury my heart there. don't wanna come back up for air.
I'd rather die than see this all get pared.
to see you fail again.
I'd rather be in Kelly Green again. artificial oxygen.
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9. |
Turing Cops in Freeside
03:42
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it's fine out.
feels like it's autumn again.
can't seem to shed all this skin.
it wasn't cold yet.
I'm always losing my in.
feels like I fucked it again.
artificial oxygen.
seeing fragments.
take it as an insult, hiccups and mistakes.
blinded inside an escape,
fuck it.
tank on empty, no gasoline.
stranded in Kelly Green, it's where you'll find me.
I'm always fucking angry, and I'm to blame.
and it's a shame, the way I'm trying.
but tanks on empty, no gasoline.
stranded in Kelly Green (you fucking get it)
time out.
I'm floating out into it.
don't think I'll come back again.
I want to feel it.
numbness like warmth on my skin.
extremity, severed limbs.
I'm always angry again,
fuck it.
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10. |
Eyes Closing (Fast)
01:22
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it's constantly a sinking feeling.
on Kelly Green I'm vomiting hot pink and leaving.
find me knee deep in Chiba City.
to varying degrees I'm feigning sleep and eyes are closing.
(have you wondered, the back of the room suggests a conscious? and I can't name it)
it's constantly a sinking feeling.
on Kelly Green I'm vomiting hot pink and leaving.
find me knee deep in Chiba City.
to varying degrees I'm feigning sleep and eyes are closing.
and eyes are closing. and eyes are-
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through an open window I can hear the words fall out yr mouth:
that I was the one who let you down.
when I close my eyes I'm somewhere else.
"Regina, we're spinning out."
I thought I felt an echo of her ghost beside myself.
manifest the pain and spit it out, spit it out.
I'm a toxic mess of spent gun shells,
self-sabotaging what I've built.
but I've got half a mind to see the run through this time.
set KG to hyperdrive with my eyes open wide.
"it's not an honest question," she says inside her shell,
"so expect the same when I spit it out."
Regina, you make me hate myself.
a Sprawl joke for a Sprawl crowd.
but I've got half a mind to see the run through this time.
set KG to hyperdrive with my eyes open wide.
Regina, it's fine. I didn't expect to make it out alive.
set KG to hyperdrive, with my eyes open wide.
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Petrol Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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