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Asphodel
01:47
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"Dreaming underground, end in tears
Go in danger’s grace, and I’ll stay here.
Under lesser men disappear."
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The Meadow
03:48
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"Sun line on forest edge.
Believed it never ends.
Nothing useful gets said in a dream.
It's past noon, the line's moving.
Be gone where nobody else can go where i'm going.
Wake up rush to write down what seemed like something,
But it's not something.
Like a golden age wood where i played...
Enduring the safety of houses,
Screwed up on the face of a late night peer.
Just selling the fever a mouse lived,
So believe everything that you hear.
In the normal light where the living wake,
Cold comforts replaced with something else that works just as well.
And that color white burns like a thrift store,
Halitosis and Old Spice like dying somewhere weird alone.
Happy on our shelf like a broken spell, as micromedia empires fall."
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"Gardens in hothouse glass, towers in regress.
A thousand and one delights march incandesced.
Pineal fireworks in the mouth of hell.
The tortoise collapses under the jewels on its shell.
Does it matter at all what ecstasies pass?
Tell me a story and wave me to rest,
Sickened by pale desire in night blooming climes,
So long as you wake me up at the end of time.
Zap-lamp wiggling among the creeps
Of inland sea taxonomy.
And every flash turned up so proud,
When you're tired of that now.
Invisible inside my heart.
Drowned city transit authority.
Blanket fort in a whirlpool.
I'm sorry.
The ear listens to itself. The pen tears the screed,
And scribbles the page beneath with heaven's greed.
Let's pit realities against ideals.
Never been happier ~ in realms unreal."
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Vesta
03:39
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"Small and easy seasons go
So much timeline wind blown
Devils play and set us free
Stranger at the wheel
"Let's burn down your house with me inside", hit SEND and see
With her hand in mine, in TV's glow, finally seen
Nail up mysteries solved in books
After history downtown shook
Hold me close. Don't leave
When the pressure gets to me.
Laughing academy hall sun breaks on the path.
Blooming late on this noontime waste in the tall grass.
This life's too short, and goes on and on, the best for last."
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Ring The Hour
03:25
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"No one here for miles around, jump a shadow on the road.
Visited in morning hours that the mighty never know.
Done before: ordinary sorrow.
Tell me more, make it ring the hour.
Done before: ordinary sorrow.
At the door, wait up till it’s over."
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Cathedral In Rainstorm
00:49
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"Fog move ~ Rag of clue,
De-veiled to yet mislead.
Unquiet business of dead lurk the dust.
Rot none see the hell shine from their mouth.
Dawn will tell fell
Cannonball to the Earth
A gift from the Northwest Imperium
Somewhere between remembered humiliation
And psychic civil warfare
lies eternity
I figured it out.
Now I can watch horror movies,
With my feet on the heater by myself and tell everybody
To fuck themselves.
I think that there are solutions,
But I'm pretty sure that all of them are embarrassing.
Somewhere between remembered humiliation
And psychic civil warfare
Lies a headache.
Starry suave those limbs,
Itching hair and fingertips.
A howling witch was chewed by wild animals.
The universe is empty,
Nothing is connected to anything else drink more coffee
Down a hole where everything that you think you know
Meets every new thing that will every happen lies eternity
I figured it out.
Now I can watch horror movies,
With my feet on the heater by myself and tell everyone
To fuck themselves.
Midway between an alarm clock
And the inability of the human mind
To correlate it's contents
Lies happiness
Outward from the invisible,
To the implicit,
Passed the obvious,
To screaming forever too early in the morning
Lies a headache."
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"Rooms get haunted until no one can live there.
You are not alone in this room.
Outside those aching stars,
and the moon waiting for you.
Lay outside and watch it glow,
and remember we are so many like you,
Just as many as these stars.
You could never count us all.
Please just rest here,
we know you.
You can be here,
We burn too.
And picture you for ever and ever.
Such glad possibilities take root in bad times like these.
Memory fade and there you'll be.
Please just rest here,
we know you.
You can be here,
We burn too.
Rooms get haunted until no one can live there.
There is nothing wrong with you,
and what you're waiting for is true,
and it also waits for you."
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Afterward
01:56
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"Walking where worshippers lived
Tall pale tree avenue
It’s here we begin
Iron key in trade,
from house down the way,
Not forget a day
Here is where you’ve been
Storied stones
Tell their own
Over churchyard wall our old house,
Tells a busy life safe at home"
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Cloudblaster Oakland, California
Hailing from a post-everything DIY reality of it's own, Cloudblaster's blend of surrealist pop, fantasy film music, forest folk and heavy flourishes is a love letter to fans of experimental comfort music.
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