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Now Magnified
04:19
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Production Line
05:02
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The baseline's been redrawn
We all knew it was wearing thin
With saturation our cause
And evolution our loss
It's the same old on repeat
Dangled like a bait
If you like this
You'll like this too
You think your time's priceless
Now it's streamlined and worthless
We're still hooked on your feed
That's right all we relate to needs ease
(AHAAAHAA) We're all winning
We got first place
Yet we're still hooked on your feed
That's right all we relate to needs ease
Scrape! The Barrel!
What are you doing down here if you're not at the sides
Scrape! Together!
It's all in the sides, all in the sides, and hanging thin
Now your time's priceless, soon to be
Streamlined and worthless
(worth this; any idea in a space, anything that can't be traced, leave it to waste)
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I tripped and fell
Out through a window
I tripped and found
Myself an ego
The ground and height my last thought
The impact's a formality
There's a certain wave of images
In your non-existent time frame
Now how do you expect me to be unequivocal?
I've been trying to kill a migraine
I can't accept an easy way out
But I've come to expect one every time you're round
Six sides down, I might as well take this one to be
Sound
But if there's any left
Then kick the edge and watch the cave-in
If the structure still stands well at least that we checked
Six sides down, I might as well take this one to be sound
Six sides down, put your faith between me and the ground
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4. |
None of the Above
03:54
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5. |
Cold Funk
06:14
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If I need a window, I know where to look
But I'd rather paint this room my own
Cracks at the end, there's movement I swear
Stay opaque, stay sedate
Unfocusing, one eye at a time
Say, what you are
Just move quickly, time is not my own
Sedate, you go too far
Just bear with me this room is not our own
Explode the frame till it spans my view
These four walls can't fade too soon
Inanimate but I can move those lips
Positioning a figurine, projecting
Yet another instance, shifts in the wall
Falling hallucination
Ripping out, peeling, bubbling wallpaper
Say, what you are
Just move quickly, time is not my own
Sedate, you go too far
Just bear with me this room is not our own
Getting just half of every line
and unfocusing one eye at a time
Yeah you made, this room
Pushing the barricades through
How do you bury a tomb?
Push till the barricades move
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UNWAVE Leeds, UK
“Sounds like an ill Pavement”
Twisted and occasionally furious laments of post-hardcore
shone through a prog-infused prism whilst Black Francis and Faraquet observe in quiet disdain. Debut album recorded using only vibrations (received electronically).
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