1. |
I See Out
03:52
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I see out
throughout
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Agent Damage,
What are your coordinates?
Come in Agent Damage.
What do you see out there?
I'm in deep
It's pitch black
the roads are wet
and I'm driving dangerous
Are you alone, Agent Damage?
You're crazy.
Music echoes in my bones
because of this I'm never alone
and I've left behind
playground games
tattooed webelos and empty things.
Bounce, rock, skate.. bounce!
Agent, where are you now?
What?
I'm in Asia, and it's beautiful.
I have discovered:
romance is a narcotic.
I have discovered:
some people are good and some are not.
I have discovered:
if you look for bad, you'll find it
you'll find it.
But it's alright.
Love will fix it.
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3. |
Cycle it Down
02:44
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You ain't done nothing
to match what you said
You ain't said nothing
to get in my head
You ain't seen nothing
seen nothing yet
No, you ain't seen nothing
so don't you forget
But don't you ever stop punching
I'm gonna stand on that hill
Gonna write it all down
I'm gonna play it until
it knocks you all down
You ain't doing nothing
they won't forget
You ain't doing nothing
you won't regret
You ain't seen nothing
seen nothing yet
No, you ain't seen nothing
so don't you forget
But I'm glad I got to know you.
Give it up
Cycle it down
But I'm glad I got to know you.
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4. |
Pounding Away
02:22
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Pounding away
Pounding away again
They're pounding away again
Why in the world do I live in
the city that won't shut up?
Why in the world do I live in
the city that will not stop?
Every day the workers
power drilling
hammering
chiseling
carrying on
Every night the same workers
drinking, fighting
carrying on
while my head is pounding away
They will not stop
pounding away.
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5. |
Hitherto Silent
03:34
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Science Teacher
02:10
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Rubber stoppers and centrifuges
petri dishes and litmus papers
"Don't pour back into the beakers."
I did so anyway, so
Mr. Feld the science teacher
he lost his temper
On the roof of Presser Hall
empty cans and moldy blankets
On the roof of Kirsten's apartment
Tim Biro's beard, I laughed out loud, so
Mr. Feld the science teacher
he lost his temper
I was bitching to hear myself complain
Her sister was more worth the time than me
I didn't go to the bank that day
I threw my briefcase and tie in the water
Mr. Feld the science teacher
he lost his temper
Mr. Feld the Trapper Keeper
lost his temper
he lost his temper
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7. |
And Away it Goes
02:42
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Oh, the pressure
Oh, the warm blood pressure
And away it goes
Ah, the heat
Ah, the sweaty hot heat
And away..
Oh, the humanity
the clot-clogged artery
And away it goes
Ah, the release
release, where is thy sting?
And away..
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Alright, already
You can skip the attitude
You can take your paper bag wine outside
"I'm totally with ya, dude."
I can smell your brain in your head when it's fried.
Don't make eye contact
You can finish your drink
then head for the door, reputation intact
I don't want to hate this place any more
Sometimes it's not anything
the food, the music, the beer or some ape
Sometimes I have no idea
what triggers this urgent need to escape
I'm alright, steady
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9. |
Relatives
03:41
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It started vaguely, imperceptibly.. typically:
They started finishing each others sentences..
Then thoughts.
After a while, they didn't need to discuss day to day decisions.
They began to act in silent sympathy, like vibrations.
Dissonance became consonance.
Harmony became unison.
People commented that they began to resemble each other,
though their physical appearances had little in common.
The change wasn't painful.
Nor did it require any effort or discussion.
One night, as they laid together, drifting off to sleep..
their hair became entangled though they hadn't moved at all.
Then it began to weave.
Their entwined fingers, without any measurable motion,
began to form a single hand,
the junction spreading up a single arm,
then down a single torso.
Reverse cellular mitosis was suddenly real.
Until finally, as a snake eating its own tail,
the two people became one
and none
and no one.
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10. |
Souvenirs
06:12
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Souvenirs
taken dusty back from a Christmas past
wipe it clean
so you can see the first one from the last
A+
good job
you make us proud
happy birthday
just wrote to say
written down
selected moments crystallized in ink
black on white
you're closer to your childhood than you think
you know me well
I speak, you spell
saved for today
come out and play
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11. |
Anathema
03:41
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Gordon Bazsali Jr. Republic of Korea
cliché resistant music for body, mind and soul
Gordon Bazsali Jr. recommends:
Gino wrote these songs while trekking through the Annapurna mountain range in Nepal. It is a warm tribute to that experience, eclectic and aurally gorgeous.
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