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The Rip
03:57
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Shall I call you a current?
Some would call you a tide
In a dream so recurrent
On your lambies I ride
A womb and a tomb, it’s a natural rhyme
I escaped before, shall I succumb this time?
Ariadne’s thread, the murmur and the chime
I've walked out before, shall I succumb this time?
Slip away by the current, like a natural sleep
Transubstantiation perfected by the rip
Let the tides be currents and the lambies sheep
Back to the womb of all, fixated by the rip
Body of water, blood of the air, it’s time
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2. |
Come In Silence
03:49
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3. |
True Love Lies
04:14
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How would I your true love know
From another one?
By trails of starlike lies
Each a makeshift sun
Love misreads medical scratch
Acts while you stand agape
Builds bridges, then throws a match
Anything short of -
Love robs her boss’ cave
Claws at stale deathcamp bread
Preens for a chat with your grave
While you’ve been ten years -
Hacks through the mire, with her arrows of fire
In her Netflix attire, and her lies flames divine
Hacks through the mire, with her arrows of fire
Love, I swear on my life it’s benign
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4. |
Nothing Charms
05:15
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Scribbles crunch and stray leaves blur
Where Nothing charms with nothing charms
Flooded floor clocks rot ashore
Muddy mirrors clank like arms
Flaking palimpsest of walls
Sweet Nothing charms with nothing charms
Your poor budgie, hear him call?
Childhood room lined with alarms
How can this home be priced?
Coy territorial ghosts
Pied rags of moments iced
Which one you’ve lost the most?
Now I consider the birds!
Caged for their voice and wings
Rustles in minor 3rds
Throwaway priceless things
In this room peeling with old worry
Picking old nothing charms
If I cough up that sorry,
Can I sublet the harm?
Whiffs of long since sour passion
Wallmarks of clawless rage
Silly old touching fashions
In time, every home turns a cage
Lie, come alive, fly and pick up your nothing charms!
- Clipped wings can't fly, charms can't work with nothing.
Lie, fly away, I will compensate all the harm!
- Bleed here for life, I don't want your nothing.
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5. |
Genuflexion
04:18
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When I speak (and you know when I lie)
Serums leak, ferns dissolving inside
If suffering leads to perfection,
I’m limestone in this genuflexion
Muzzled flame, blinded blood comes alight
Pebbles claim to outlast selenite
If suffering leads to perfection,
I’m blind stone in this genuflexion
My perfection
My projection
My reflection
My armor, a shroud
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6. |
Dead Drops
04:30
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Look at the fucking rain
How dense and grey outside
Droplets on window frame
Quivering against the sky
About to fall down but won’t fall, still won’t fall
It holds on tight, all nails, doesn’t want to fall
Now a majestic drop hanging there, and then - plonk!
There it goes, splat, undone
Only a clammy something
Little legs falling off
A thousand subdued glints
Fleetingness of their fall
And annihilation
I can even make out the dive’s vibration
Inebriating scream
Fleeting annihilation
A thousand subdued glints
Fleetingness of their fall
Inebriating scream
Fleeting annihilation
A thousand subdued glints
Goodbye, dead drops, goodbye
Sad, gloomy, despondent drops
Quivering against the sky
Plump and gullible drops
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7. |
Sagittarius A*
04:24
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Alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alight
Alive and live, aflight
And lights align
And Gothic temples spaghettify
In line
You lay dying
Spires flying away
You may keep denying
Up ahead, Sagittarius A*
And yes, even love is data
Spires fly, temples spaghettify
I’m not bowing to your Creator
Teammate’s wink will, I think, do just fine
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8. |
The Big Rip
06:13
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We sow at spacetime
We go maritime
Arrows shot at nebulae
Lantern dwellers kept alive
We row in spacetime
We plow at spacetime
Not a seed is wasted
Black holes roar, we shield the light
Vastness-stricken acolytes
Not a word is wasted
Til the particles evaporate or collapse
And indifferent stars curl up, blacken and die in their tracks
Til the matter of time is as extraterrestrial dust
We reheat in our palms cast-off seeds the Creator himself would not trust
We keep the fire
The stars expire
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9. |
5,000 Thoughts
07:25
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Ghost Bike Jerusalem
Fueled by defiance in the face of loss, Vlad Shusterman’s eclectic and critically acclaimed work as Ghost Bike reflects all the byzantine wonder and violence of his hometown Jerusalem, Israel. Two of his releases are available on Oakland, CA.'s famed n5MD imprint. His remix credits include the likes of Architect and Blue Foundation. ... more
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