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Voyager
01:28
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Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/
signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/
I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/
cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/
now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/
off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/
but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/
in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/
a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/
need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/
it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/
and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/
like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/
and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/
in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/
it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/
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Togetherish
02:18
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I've been in love with her, and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/
inside year or so long day dreams, it seems the deleted scenes had made up our life/
we were in freak flash floods that swept both of us off our feet, but it all/
panned out, hoping nobody seen that we made out under the rug/
had the trips to the moon and then fun in the sun, concerning us, we'd never shut up/
about one another, but-but the thing was ironic, could never quite untie our tongues/
I was drunk and honey-bee buzzed in a first class seat to ride/
upwards to fantasy you'd hear my cartoon drawn heart off-beat/
we flew over prismatic seas, surrealistic scenery/
she took my hand and began to speak of job opportunities that she reached/
she would be oh so far away from me, but I could never make her refuse/
something, that dear to her so, I told her that it was all "great, you should do it/
we'll be more than fine I will promise, cross my deflated heart being honest/
not a sob story that we were dropped in, there's just a lot here to process"/
so we talk-talked as the dust settled, watched the ceiling ripple on rose petals/
shell-shocked, watching the sun melt upon the dash, foot light on the pedal/
She took her jet-pack and she went,
beyond the stratosphere, but still sends/
texts to me throughout turmoil
and gets a smile on my face again and again/
we're togetherish but at least we're together
and we're still daydreaming scenes/
no director in, but we film on set
even though we go and paint green on screens/
she's so far away but I feel so close to her, may just be real/
no phantom pain, but phantom pleasure and of course I'm set on making a sequel/
radioactive dirt, I could plant a seed that became a tree/
because I've been in love with her and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/
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Chop Chop
02:42
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Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/
It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/
You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/
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Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/
Hook:
I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/
Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do
Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/
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The Fortress
02:16
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I've been drawing momentary art on window fog/
I don't carve my thoughts or feelings into weeping willow bark/
I'd trade this endless noisy forest for a single log/
to split, and divvy up into a million walls to build upon/
the limo's parked in the pond, I guess I took a turn wrong/
and I forgot the keys, you can see the rocks that we're on/
have all been covered in moss, and I got lost in the leaves/
but you're were all that I needed, I sing your song to the trees/
before they topple like dominoes/
dragged about wrapped in chains, talks of towns is inaudible/
when I board up this place with the remnants of the forest/
our old "welcome home" mat, becomes the entrance to the fortress, I'm formless/
I just hide behind my fail-safe fortress walls
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the only way that I can get out the storm/
I've the seen the way the boats get swallowed up whole/
the way the cliffs give out and fail for those who want to oppose/
the way the winds pin the down the frail and weak willed so I won't let it happen/
weld the hatches shut and made a gateway on the easel/
but I can't escape the headaches or the knocks at the door/
that may or may not be happening, I won't fall on my sword/
I'll just gorge out of habit, eating to cram the thoughts down/
and memories of you, but by myself is with the wrong crowd/
the blueprints drawn out, I've got to reinforce the roof/
because the weekend storms are brutal in here, being short of you/
it's not healthy I know it, but I'll feel the same in the morning/
and it's so stupid to say it but I feel safe in the fortress/
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