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Latex Gloves
02:36
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With latex gloves
we mime embraces
unto the outside world
with bitter lips
our silence tasteless
kiss like the other girls
With protection from connection
We are touching glass and plastic pearls
In rescission and reserve
We are safe eyes and spoken words
Without our hands
we raise our faces
lashes to the young
Sounds on demand
with strings we strung
to lace my wrists
and tie my tongue
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Vine
03:32
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I'm here to tell you
about it again
Agitated addiction
and the means to our end
Battled by institutions beneath borderlines
Underestimate us
, it wont change the crime
if you ever see the kids down on third and vine
they're playing doctor with death tasting treatments for time
lithium means light come along for the ride
kaleidoscope orphans
discover the night
Gutter glam grandeur
is booming again
pretty pills pushing pleasure
, pacify to pretend
diagnose this destruction
, xerox this delight
send this zig zagging zombie
strung out to the night
if you ever see the kids down on third and vine
they're playing doctor with death tasting treatments for time
lithium means light come along for the ride
kaleidoscope orphans
out for the night
yesterday's yellowed
, vicious verses reread
fascination has faded
, he hangs helplessly fed
Misused muse is murdered
by medical greed
this advancement decays
our obscurity
Optical oracle of opiates
operatively opens our orifice.
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Contract
02:50
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Privatized prisons, built with profiteer precision
I shed a tear incision, wet the paper algorithm
of contracts signed and driven by the war-machine’s rhythm
contracts signed and driven by the war-machine
Sheet meets salted scalpel, extract insurgence from the choke-hold
of lawful legal shrapnel wrapped round the wrists of cattle
our fallen pawns of battle and the serf who stole the apple
they were picking for the master and his heirs of alabaster
my rip is tearing faster through this space-time’s case and casters
breaking through the white-washed wall
a wrecking ball that crumbles plaster
the color of the page on which they stage our great disaster
color of the page
Shredded paperwork.
Double Windsor jerk
pulled to his knees and worse
by the scarcity that lurks
with safety's shadow casting protection from the class-fiends
and the gypsy fingers grasping for our passcode throats and laughing
Profiteer, I shed a tear
and tear my paper contract
like wet tissue. I take issue
and shred it upon contact.
Salt-trail incision. I'm bound for prison
for questioning the concept.
Quest for truth, I'm bound to you
by the capitalist context.
Contract.
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Puppet
03:08
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hearing the creature
narrate my memoir
who is the captain
take me to your leader
I’m directionless
so film my scene
torn in between
around or through or in the seams
microcosm spins under my skin
multiverses string wing to wing
moving through hallways
no place to stay
cerebral landscape
the cortex i made
I’m just below
so excavate
erosion process
wrapped in sand and waves
microcosm spins under my skin
multiverses string wing to wing
noticing patterns
connective tissue
sing songs for spiders
spin the tangled tunes
forget the shape of
this diaphragm
you are the puppet
and you are the hand
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Reflection
03:30
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Baby your eyes are a shallow pool
Reflection of my face
I see myself inside you
When you put me in my place
Reflection
I’m looking for something true
Oh mirror
Flip me around and hold me smooth
See my expression as it stagnates
From dimensions to my best angle
I see myself inside you
Perfect sky-blue and so strangled
Reflection
I’m looking for something true
Oh mirror mirror
Flip me around and hold me smooth
Now if you look away I’ll dissolve
But if you don’t blink I’ll melt
I have seen myself inside you
But I can’t see how I felt
Reflection
I’m looking for something true
Oh mirror mirror
Flip me around and hold me smooth
Baby your eyes are a shallow pool
Reflection of my face
I see myself inside you
When you put me in my place
Reflection
I’m looking for something true
Oh mirror mirror
Flip me around and hold me smooth
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Yesbody
03:26
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I don’t want to be your eyes
I just want to be your nervous system
I don’t want to be your eyes
I just want to be your nervous system
Where do you go
When you come back home
Melt into marrow
And inhabit your bones
Hold me in
Be my skin
So i can swim
Beneath the tension
Where do you go
When you come back home
Melt into marrow
And inhabit your bones
Hold me in
Be my skin
So i can swim
Beneath the tension
I don’t want to be your eyes
I just want to be your nervous system
I don’t want to be your eyes
I just want to be your nervous system
Yesbody, know body
Yes body knows
Yesbody, know body
Yes body knows
Yesbody, know body
Your body knows.
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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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