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Place me palatial on display
In the temple of the food court
hungrily they will pay
just to see me change
Bury me in the mall of America
incite them on surround sound stereo
riot mob till you say it’s time to close, if you just
Bury me in the mall of American lust
And my time is sold out
They’re in line for the roll out
Of the brand new model
decompose my body
Falsities fall away
dead as meat
fleeting flesh, sweetest breath
that finishes finally.
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I want to smile on the pile of all my lost things
like dead leaves in spring.
set fire to the choir singing hymns of heaven
as they burn the garden down
I have breathed in church
I have breathed your name
I have breathed in poison
and renounced the same
I renounce your name
built in religious tribute wealth
to something smaller than myself
forget our monolithics
for god is microscopic
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Plague (Simple World)
02:33
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Sunshine can't reach me here, if only I could see
Planets in axis with everything I need
Nighttime eternal, your dreams are what I eat
Cross pollination, sodomy and sleaze.
Solstice to stasis, I only beg of this
the rest of my lifestyle I wouldn’t even miss
a moment of silence for one more parting kiss
then blackhole surrender to winter's muted drift
I need a plague I can survive
with a simpler world in stride
Tension presenting to whisper passwords in
the drum of your earache to make blind pupils spin
disguised as a fish for a spinal fluid swim
silver tongued and sweetly, flippant as a fin.
Surrender pretender and rend this ending hymn
corruption abruptly curbs your upward swing
to culture from creature, sadistic song of sin
self-loathing enclosing like summer on your skin
I need a plague I can survive
with a simpler world in stride
The dust of old muscles you one used to win
now crumbles around you and chokes you like human;
the creature who strangles; the ape around your neck
dead cells and cracked bells, R -evolution laid to rest
There's history in blistering, shedding heads of hair
no mystery in melt down sea's, nor the power once held there
fistfuls of poisoned men on beaches in the sun
fitful, we who feed on the bullets in your gun
I need a plague I can survive
with a simpler world in stride
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what am i looking for?
rolling my digital
snake eyes,
Unending loaded dice.
shedding no skin,
swallowing cordless mice.
what am i looking for?
falling down the rabbit hole,
landing no wonder though,
just down down down
i scroll.
what am i looking for?
there is nothing here,
but it feels all too
dimensional.
dimming in deals
advertisements
to let them steer
the anxiety rushes up,
a cold wind rattling
the pages of my face.
that's how i know my place
orientation.
indirect contact, directing my case.
predatory
blending, lending
meaningless tastes.
contrast sensation;
causation correlation.
i treasure my perception.
dopamine injection.
i remember
i buried it
somewhere...
was it just a little further
down
there?
what am I looking for,
again?
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systems malfunction
since i was conceived
internal induction
installed inside me
closed
circuit
cold
work it
hey dad
mother board
what’s my reward
anomaly
family
authority
is this the way we’re supposed to be
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The sinking terrain of this stranded planet
tallies the brain beneath a dead nun's habit
gray and stained with the ashes of the bandits
sent here to steal the gold of souls and granite
Meteorite Bombardment that enters the mantle
through mammoth convection A tantalizing target
for future extraction of metallic perfection
subsisting in stasis evolution injunction
Oiling my hinges and tightening my bolts
embroiled with witches, lightening and cults
Hugo and nebula can't even catch me here
you know my nightly route so take the yoke and steer.
While I track the movements of terrene drawing near
occupying space less inhabitable
rearranged my face till it's forgettable-
blasting off, wings aloft, watch me disappear
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With distance we can see the whole in it's perfection
planets and lives, galaxies and hives
up close it's all stones & dirt, day to day, dragging, hurt,
locked into the pace of the rock-face rat-race
light speed, I need, space drift, I wish, rocket ship, we've got lift
light speed, I need, space drift, I wish, rocket ship, we've got lift
trust the thrust in the launch trigger
Listening to the whales in the sub galactic front
glisten in the trails of technocratic funk
pissing on the jails of the master race's bunk
fission in the grail that overflows the cup
My chasm bleeds phantasm on inactive light year rations
sustenance is futile, enjoy em while you have em
life seed is metal mercury and spittle pointillized
in atoms, electron nucleus and shadows
this message superluminal to the black-hole of Clementia
lost lament to media, and Athena's antenna
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substance of life
the tender vapor slime
the bones it all climbs
move the same as mine
foundational shape
narrative time
the structure there under
revealed in the prime
death, all that reaches
this thingness must die
little fish transforming
land legs and dark eyes
death only leeches
when taboo horrifies
through effect of tradition
dissociation of i
hands stigmatized
succeed after ceasing
matter harmonized
rigor mortis releasing
compost back to center
paradox is pleasing
as above so below
live fluid live fleeting
Illusions are solutions
if we take a step back
evolution is suicidal
may we all fade to black
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I starve when I'm alone
suck juice of life
From the bone
I wipe my slippery lips
feign fullness
And I moan
I can not leave
my room when
I am alone
I chose to starve
because Im
Filled by the sound
and every we thirst we follow
can’t swallow
Can’t choke it down
Again our trees are dying
see fire
But it’s so cold
The hallow in your eyes
see fire
but you’re so cold
I want to crack you open
dry desert
Wide open
I want to crack you open
Dry desert
Wide open sky
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Dearest Josephine
I heard your hopes were low
bent under the weather
that hovered over Bordeaux
but your worries dropped like rain
as you fell out a window
Darling Maybelline
maintaining your Monroe
pine for the paragon
perfection without plateau
you went within to ponder her
and you fell out that window
Devout Rasputine
I thought with all you know
of the cosmic call above
and the instincts deep below
you would think to use the door
but you fell out your window
About myself ‘n’ me
my eyes are shuttered holes
open to and closing out
the approval and the doubt
but when I need to change my flow
I just fall out a window
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A letter from Ophelia
is what I named this song
how did I reveal you,
eighteen years too young
coronation to be seen
and dawn the oceans crown
the sea is always calm
to those who have drowned
The surf is high
And The sun wont rise
Your world is crumbling all around me
Baby’s gone and so’s my mind
Black water floor gonna set me free
Horizon door
gonna close around me
horizon door
her eyes adore me
Rolled my time to die
Chanced on six smooth sides
The waves embrace at last has found me
Mermaid winked and I went blind
Black water floor gonna set me free
A letter from Ophelia is what I named this song
how did I reveal you, eighteen years too young
coronation to be seen and dawn the oceans crown
the sea is always calm to those who have drowned
she winked like night fall
i claw i claw
at the black water floor
i claw at black black water
she winked like night fall
and i call i call
out to midnights daughter
from black black water
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Its the secret your parents tried to hide
from Saturns height can’t be denied
they needed you not to know
so you would listen when they said no
we are children
they are children
all still children
let my children go
I am the continuous line
to Lilith and the dawn of time
I am the boss qualified
to subjectively objectify
my self my world my cyclic trip
around the sun into these art myths
jewwitch anarkissed
alien femme
animist venomous
call me them call me mist
call me fog call me wind call me bliss
end this and switch
Hi.
My name is G0d,
you can call me Mam.
Nonstop Now.
interconnected and round.
The best running gag is
individuation.
The slapstick nag of
alienation.
Stuck to Me
as if I need it for
survival, I rival
myself to toy with relation
counter myself
to tune to the station
but when I listen, when I listen,
shhhh
I always poke fun at oneness,
then run away,
cause I run this
show faceless.
What can I say?
I'm a funny guy.
we are children
they are children
all still children
let my children go
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The mist the dew the snow the rain
Shut my window, fog the pane
Your window through my window
When I get close, just fog the pane
You're bleeding in the pouring rain
I shut the window, fog the pane
Emergency exit, we all fall down
when the door is open and the siren sounds
lost and blind dance to the cries
conducted like light for uh another's eyes
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ah the lingering sting of sweetness
stigmata scars’ completion
the illusionist and her secrets
seduction of demolition
when your fate is fresh paint blue
on a palm you thought you knew
and the bell jar finely shattered to
sidewalk diamonds neath my boots
the gift from a honeybee’s death wish
hung like ruby jewel necklace
round the throat of a swan song’s reckless
refrain to pleasure’s painful bliss
wrists marked at arms length
to risk sharks in the fish tank
we open close the flood gate
and embrace the salted earthquake
the petals make the rose
her mandala slowly closes
around your fist, it’s holds this
promise to unfold
seduction of demolition
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Plasticine (Set Me Free)
02:30
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Looked through by the magazine
Stared at by my tv screen
Wishing I could someday be
As pretty in my plasticine
Buy me beauty crown me queen
The ruler of a lifeless scene
Wishing I could someday be
As pretty in my plasticine
Baby fat and fifteen
Mind is moving morphine
Whisper what you see in me
I can pass for eighteen
My soul is crystal chlorine clean
Well rehearsed and so routine
Whisper what you see in me
So pretty in my plasticine
Well rehearsed and so routine
My soul is crystal chlorine clean
Worshiping the brand machine
So damn pretty in plasticine
I’m pretty in my plasticine
The ruler of this lifeless scene
I bought my beauty crowned me queen
So blend me in and set me free
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Xibling Portland, Oregon
[pronounced: sĭbʹ-lĭng]
Synthpunk from Portland, Oregon
"Rather than rehashing ideas already
explored, Xibling assembles their music from the core components that made eclectic synth music exciting during the 80s, while diving headlong into the 21st-century avant-garde."
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