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Satellites and Dust
04:06
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I'm a space cadet
I'm a satellite
I'm the dust from an inter-stellar moon
I am kryptonite
and star-light
I'm the void and I'm calling out to you
I feel alive, but I am made of light
The subtle voice that echoes through the gloom
Strike into the night
you're a satellite
spiral out and whirl into the blue
FEEL THE DUST THAT FITS IN A NEW WAY
INTO THE PLUMES OF LIGHT BEYOND
THE STARS DIE OVERNIGHT
SCULPT THE HORSEHEAD
FILL THE VOID THATS GROWING IN YOUR EYES
You are fluid dreams
You are cosmic dye
On a canvas of coalescing planes
You are everyday
You are so divine
You're the crease in an ever twisting page
I have seen your eyes
Glowing in the night
In the dark, in the shadow of the eclipse
We are fluid dreams
We are satellites
Spiraling toward solar cosmic bliss
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Exhausting all that we are
Ignition, holy plasma
In time we'll find the hand of God
She slowly sways in the gamma rays
I'm in the air but she's in space
I'm all alone, I want to be there
So goddamn bad I fly like stone
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Flood the Launchtubes
03:58
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Floating in saline in critical condition
pounding my heart out, as if God would listen
LAUNCHTUBE
LAUNCHTUBE
LAUNCHTUBE ONE NOW
BABY WONT YOU FOLLOW ME DOWN, DOWN DOWN
Drowning in bailen in the maw of a titan
straining for sunlight, I'm engulfed in chitin
THE THINGS I'VE FOUND AT THE END OF THIS LIFE
ARE SHOCKING, BEAUTIFUL, A LITTLE BIZARRE
THE FLAT BLUE LIGHT THAT FADES IN THE DARK
I FINALLY SEE MYSELF FALLEN SO FAR
STARE INTO THE EYES, OH MY GOD
AS HER BEAK PULLS AT MY HEART
M E S O N Y C H O T E U T H I S
C O L E O I D
LORD OF THE EARTH, ASLEEP IN THE VOID
Falling in darkness, a boundless abyssal
Lights float in black mist, call me to a fissure...
Spooning
Himantolophus appelii
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Remulade Armada
04:58
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Fuckbois in Aspic
06:02
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Mr. America
05:30
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Frostfall
04:29
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the lips all turn black
the flushing fades to grey
the dead in the snow stare into the sky
pour a drink for the fathers up above
the goblet fills, the winter kills another trespasser in the homeland
the solstice is daunting
for those merely caroling
the knives of the northern wind
find their calling
FROST COLLECTS ON BLEEDING HEARTS
I see you every night in the corners of my dreams
the snow, it flows from the shadows in your seams
the frost is layered, god... we're never going back
a harder pill to swallow still... life goes on in the homeland
wanting is dauting to such a sorry weakling
shackle him to longing and hang him by morning
FROST COLLECTS ON BLEEDING HEARTS
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8. |
Jackalope Dance Party
02:15
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