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Virga
01:53
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I want to grow up towards the Sun with flowers on my hand
I want to be scattered around the world in all the finest sands
I want to be a thistle growing in a mountain town
I want to be all that there is: never ending sound.
We will rest where all divisions cease to be
We will ebb and flow with the never ending sea
Light is just a shadow of all that is true
We are the many but see through the few
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Argyle Reindeer
03:32
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This year, I already believed the world was going to end twice.
I don't know where my mind's been, it's like I left everything to a coin flip or roll of the dice.
And I hear the words you say but it all just sounds so sarcastic
I try to stretch them to your ascribed meaning, but god damn, they're not elastic.
I cannot hear what you say with a finger in my ear.
And could you please back up, I need a little space in here.
I'm afraid I'll never be happy again
And I'm afraid I never was, it all just was pretend.
And I'm afraid you'll forget my name at the end of this song
Megalomania is only mania if you're wrong.
I don't know who I am or what brought me to be
I have memories of life, but can I even say they're me?
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Chorus
We drank soup made by an argyle reindeer
Connecting you to your cerebral hemisphere
[Discombobulated and complicated]
Oh Karma, why do you strike me with your right hand and console me with the left?
Why do the riches all go back to the wealthy, letting them profit off of theft?
If we looked around us as the space between ions, do you think we'd see something new?
Because I swear in that is a new meaning to life, and I think that can show us something True.
I felt infinite in a rainbow ripple full of love
I sweat answers to questions that I've never even heard of
I want to explode into passion, a firework of ecstasy
Ending my lifelong journey of trying to find the rest of me
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We were weightless in the valley, laying in the navel of the moon.
Rising and falling with cosmic waves, like a metaphysical loon.
Collecting royalties of the softest silk and strongest spice.
I want to touch eternity twice:
I want to feel a love radiating from deep within a heart
I'll tell you all my secrets if you promise not to tear me apart
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Half Remembered Days
01:35
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Oh cathartic dreams of half remembered days
Where all that mattered was the moment in and of itself
The war drum has changed
There is no referendum anymore
We take what we want
Or it gets destroyed
But life is more fragile than a flower’s pedals during a strong frost
We have not left what we always are;
A stoic static youth etched into the background
If I could grow into a new form or blossom into a different state
I would take every note I’ve ever written
And sew them together
Fold overlapping into one another
And take sail on the ocean
Guided only by the wispers of the wind
Blown about between long breaths
Exhagerating short pauses yet pretending they are long and awkward.
It’s been a good four years
And at this point I’ve transcended my being
I am the ocean and you are the Sun
Without you I am cold and motionless
But by your side I will swell and slide
From corner to corner in hopes of finding a new guide
Our coalescent mission will come to a finale:
There is no distinguishing where you end and I begin.
Our memories are one.
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Indistinguishable
01:47
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We are expected
To remain calm and collected
As we repeat every word that they said;
Murdering dreams until we're brain dead.
Fall into holes, become an archetype,
Tweet 24/7 about what's hype.
Putting on makeup and buying new clothes
Sustained by Adderall, Alcohol, Molly, and Benzos.
Critiquing rappers not on content but flow
Believing every girl is a bitch or a hoe.
Snapchatting pictures of everything you do
It's now indistinguishable between what's a phone and what's you.
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∀(Beautiful) ∧ ¬∃(Hurt)
02:41
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The yellow forest engulfed us like a decomposer;
A pearl tucked inside the mouth of an oyster
I watched the rolling hills go from peak to flat
I wore a mark into the seat where I sat
Remembering everything I failed to notice, but should've
Our only purpose is to love and feel loved
We bobbed and weaved and I pulled you in on the periapsis
I will never forget the passion of a first kiss
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Week long lucid dreams from kava and green tea
I'm attracted to landscapes, I am in love with the sea
I was a caterpillar forming a crissolous
I am an obelisk that's just a monolith
All the chlorophyll left the leaves
As they fell from trees
Time changes everything
Sounds so confusing
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There is a pink haze in the air
Sleeping on the mountains over there
In your eyes I saw my face surrounded by a rainbow
The changing colors of your Iris will take me in the undertow
I feel spread out across Appalachia like I'm hardly even here
I'm a babbling Brook in the Chesapeake that still is crystal clear
Spiraling out like the Fibonacci sequence
My being will cover a grandeur distance
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
All circles return to the origin without warning.
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Speaking With Kṛṣṇa
02:48
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There were lasers in the sky and I saw what look like spaghetti mixed with eyes. I tried to Proclaim that there was a rainbow Hue in the air but I just lost my balance, fell down. I scared everyone, we're going nowhere. Because it looks like it might rain and we don't want to get caught in that.
"Blarg!" said the godhead. " I don't have time for any of your ruses our conversations. I just have being to be done, I only have feeling to be felt. I have ends to begin and beginnings to end. I am the space between spaces I am the air you think you breathe, and all the air you don't. You are part of me and I am part of you. Please, just let me be, let's not act like it's parasitic, because it's not like that at all. And if you think it is that way then you should stop acting like a critic.
Every religion has a point, they have a valid stake and claim. They are speaking the words of our invisible friend. But if you can only ever look one way then you're going to miss a lot of stuff that you would like to see."
So I'll ask the godhead "What can I do, what can I say? What can we become?" Because I just want to go away. I will give you all my feeling, all my being, all my sin. I want to stop breathing, I want to collapse from within. I want to just be eyes living in my skull. I want to not have opinions, I want to be dull. I want to surrender to everything.
I want to surrender to everything!
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7. |
Not About Florida
01:55
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Oh what would I be if I could not conceive the truth
Rip my brain out of my body, make me Babe without the Ruth
Lord, what would you do if you did not control the air
Would we still have 46 chromosomes wound tightly into pair?
Must the turtle be happiest for he always has his home?
I asked to feel content but have forever just to roam.
Is there water in the ocean or do I just perceive it's there?
Do I really blink when I close my eyes or is it a never-ending stair?
If I fell and broke my leg would you say it's good or bad?
Yet I feel that was the wrong question to ask or ever had.
Because you have lived but have never been alive,
Its so hard to not act un-fazed when everything feels contrived
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What would I become if I truly felt your power?
Condemn me to a life as wasteful as a scentless pink and purple flower
Yet feared by many and known as common foxglove?
Oh what would I be if I could not embrace your love?
Sling-shot across the universe radiating three degrees Kelvin?
Why do we call certain lands sacred when all of Earth is Eden?
Will the oceans turn to oil, will the caves all fill with gas?
If we throw away religion and put all our faith in cash.
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Make Up The Breakdown Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania
We're a psychedelic spiritual DIY indie-folk pop rock band from central Pennsylvania and we're just happy to be here.
P.S.- our music is mixed to sound best when played through headphones and not speakers. 😉
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