1. |
Abattoir
03:56
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Broken street lamps hang deflated
All thrashed limp by the tides,
It’s all cast in amber
Relics, from when the lights went out.
We stand hemorrhaged, we kneel unwound
And set fire to yesteryear
“It’s a modern plague,” your mother said,
We lack spools for our bleeding threads
The parlor windows are awash in a
Rorschach menagerie, a silhouette foam
Threadbare, another bodice waits for morning
Screaming blue murder
And the fabric’s worn and the holes are still showing
And the rain-swept avenues are burning up in the flood
We all fell about that parlor
And we spoke too slowly to hear
I sit on these vinyl floors, the mirror’s laughing
I dance with my boots on
and pretend I don’t care about anyone
But the morning is still
And the urge to kill is a delicate one
But a wishful thought could change you
But I let the fear take hold
I let go, and let the sickness take hold.
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2. |
Verdun Pt. II
04:41
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3. |
Medley 1954-57
06:08
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4. |
Kirillov
05:32
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Everywhere and unbothered,
alone and waiting for nothing at all
"I will not wish," he says
"I shall not wander"
He writes his name with ink on the last page of every book he's ever read
"The things I do," he says
"So you don't have to"
The disembodied mouth of a man more powerful than I'll ever be
Telling me it's pointless
Telling me I'm dead
A small section of sky barely visible past a wall of abandoned tenements
Asking you to leave
Begging you
This ceaseless intent of the machine
It removes
It remedies
It ripples through you
When the plane crashes and the burden lifts
When the curtain calls yet the crowd persists
You'll know
We've been lied to
Tomorrow's mistakes were today's plans
"If anyone can make it make sense," he said,
"I can."
The damage is done, the blood's on your hands
"Just don't beat yourself up about it."
When you know your best wasn't good enough
And the minute hand moves twice as fast as it used to
Now the sky is falling too slowly for you to notice
When surviving doesn't cut it anymore and "when" becomes "what if?"
Will you still be here
Will you remember me
Reach for the burning stars and
Pluck them from their cradles
Demand everything that's untouched
And drown beneath all that you must
Find yourself swimming through sand
And bathing in rust
Uncertain. Unkind. Unprepared.
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5. |
Under Massif
05:19
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A desiccated scene
Odd, familiar
A desert shifting shapes
The dunes unfold
Breathing in, these burned-up sentiments
It’s all losing meaning, like a faded monument
Falling out of frame
Slipping through the hand
In and out of focus
Gripping every strand
A question insincere
Of all we used to dread
I won't give up she said to me
Then she lost her head
All she said
I couldn’t bear the weight
Of all the towers
All she said,
A compass I’ll remain, remain, remain, remain...
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A polluted body of water wishfully depicted by outdated phone cameras and burnout gauche painters
I could not distinguish sea from the sky or the sun from your wide, watering eyes
A golden monument built in the likeness of someone you loathe with its great, blinding shadow
I don't know what to say about it
All we can do is watch
All we can do is watch
It is something completely alien to us
A ringing nail
Or a heartbeat
A large scale religious conflict
Or its many casualties
The rhythmic thumping of fists upon locked doors
Asking you more questions than you have the answers to
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7. |
Nine
03:41
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8. |
Ossuary
04:25
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Let me catch my breath
One last time
Before my lungs collapse again
I saw you on the campus grounds,
Burning holes in your hands
Just like your father taught you
Your foyer was so cold when I tried to enter
I buried myself beneath these tiles, beneath these tiles
I lay awake beside the bed
And listen to your labored breathing
I know I said that I could fix you
But I can’t even stop the bleeding
Why can't I find the words?
I broke myself over these stones for you
And I sever myself
From your crooked brain stem
Where shall I put my hands?
Over my face?
Or around my throat?
I lay awake beside the bed
And listen to your labored breathing
I know I said that I could fix you
But I can’t even stop the bleeding
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9. |
Emory
03:08
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I shed some layers and lie awake
I take a breath, it hurts
I hear, without listening,
a dove painted red by the sun
My skin is cold but the sky is on fire
I stand up and leave the camp behind
In a clearing I see it blots out the stars
the moon vanishes
The wind calms
a dove loses its shadow
Good riddance-- you're feverish company
You're long gone now and so are we
I sip warm coffee, it tastes like shit
I stare into a mouth as wide as the horizon
Without a thought or a question, I close my eyes and I join you.
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True Summit Austin, Texas
Assorted noises for your listening (dis)pleasure.
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Nicolas Aguon - Drums
Hank Hall - Bass, Vocals
Ryan Masnicki - Guitar, Synth, Vocals
Miles Oshan - Guitar, Vocals
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