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S'long
05:44
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You ruined my perfect
And made it like
I died on purpose
So accurately
You stole my last stock
And made it look
Like I deserved it
Did you write the book?
Quest to indifference
This game of ours
Rare as red fireballs
I played it awfully
S'like I lose to you
S'long s'lose to me
You suicide me
And made it look
Better than I could
So actually
The past, it moves through us
In rings around the Earth
Explodes into the stars
In light of where we were
The background stays the same
Here on the hallowed earth
S'like I lose to you
S'long s'lose to me
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Baetyl
04:13
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There lies defeat in all I do
Destiny out of bounds
I fell into the last sound
Lest it all comes through
The stone I found
Deleted it stayed around
Over and off again
The latter stands two ways to know
There strikes a fever when it goes
Felt the need from above and the Earth below
Omphalos
Best believe it so
The stone I found
Deleted it stayed around
Over and off again
The lattice stands two weeks to know
The stone I found
The leaves said it rained out loud
Over and off again
The latter stands two ways to know
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Ear Op
10:43
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It hurts
When they put us under
The worms
Came out our ears weeks later
You first
Let’s put those ears on wax
The worse was on the second time
I watched you sleep as you watched me die
The hospital sounded like a holophonic disc
And we ate white trash ice cream
To the sounds that fight my crimson twin
Just survive till they take us home
Ever now we can make it morning
Just a toy in the tube of my room
Ever now we can make it soon
Just you can, just you can
Even though I can't lay down my head
The night surrounds
The sound of drums
The walls give in
Got to leave on…
The light divides
And blue shadows
Come walking in
Got to leave on the light
Did you bury your head to the wall finding there’s nothing to talk to at all?
You already ghost me up, night is the place where the earworms a-crawl
So bury your head to the wall, minding the space where there’s nothing at all
You bury the needle too
And make like Magypsies do
There’s a man with a basket full of the feet of the boys and the girls
And he waits at your bed until the covers come off you
I keep the light on through the louvers
For the man standing in the hall devoid of the night and the light
He’s as tall as a shed but when he turns around to go
There's something shiny on his body
The street outside, the box above, the magic flows
Got to leave on the light
Did you bury your head to the wall finding there’s nothing to talk to at all?
You already ghost me up, night is the place where the earworms a-crawl
So bury your head to the wall, minding the space where there’s nothing at all
You bury the needle too
And make like Magypsies do
It hurts
When they put us under the worms
Came out our ears weeks later
It hurts
It hurts the worms
Suffice to say I almost died when I saw yours and you saw mine
The house was full of sounds that I never heard again
And it almost broke my mind
The light that rings inside each one
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As If It Were So
06:49
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The way it goes slow like
We don’t even know
When the day breaks off
As it were so
The way it comes to light
Love that came undone
Though we kept it on
Not to say so
They got their clothes on the wall
Adjusting limbs every turn
They can’t say nothing at all
But laugh like nothing is wrong
The butterflies are in bloom
Live from the Presidio
The Gods have gone out to loosh
And act as if it were so
The weight of all life stored in days at night
Played for hours
Lasted until
The way it goes slow like it has always been unto everything
Forever still
What if I quote Aleister?
Would you make love to the wall?
How about I cover one eye and make you kiss the blackhole?
I’ll throw the Baphomet hands and strike a Masonic pose
Working that Ass of Horus
An act as if it were so
You got to notice the signs
The subtle upturned eyes
Leftover flesh on the knife
Unbothered not to say so
Look for the symmetry line
And flip the record in time
Feel the psycotronic flow
And act as if it were so
La-da-di-da-diddy-da
An act as if it were so
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Los Doggies New Paltz, New York
Los Doggies was formed in the late '90s by the Stormo brothers while writing jingles for their answering machine.
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Endless awesome melodies interwoven perfectly. Every moment rules. The songs are performed twice—once in traditional prog-rock setting, and again in the blooping beauty of a Nintendo soundcard.
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Guitarry nights. Zappa babies. A hardy helping of variety for folks who don't mind their metal lite and ticklish, their lyrics sparse and colorful, and for those who do: acquire this taste!
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