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Take your old demeanour and go
Because without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing but machinations
So take your old demeanour
So take your old demeanour and go
Well I don’t know what to do to be how I used to be me
And I miss my old self
I need my old friends
I want my old life
Oh how the dead sleep
Infinite but indefinite
You feel the calmness land, right down to your feet on the floor
Where altruists and alchemists align
To stratigraph your aphorisms
I’m initiating expiations
Because without inspiration we are nothing but machinations
And I miss my old self
I need my old friends
I want my old life
Because without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing
Without information we are nothing but machinations
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Interlocator
03:40
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We are alive to open up
But you’re so closed hearted with your secrets
Perceiving absent patterns
Well I hurt
With the red and the sweat and the thoughts and regrets
Instressing our inscapes
Interlocate seceding to an obstreperous light
We all lace up our tongues
With excoriation lust
Intertwined with your invective
Excoriation lust
Intertwined and fused in vectors
Well I hurt
Like everybody else hurts
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Unicorns/Show Ponies
05:40
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The sky records explosions
Like superimpositions
Lighting up and flaring out in the dark
Something hurts your eyes
Suffocate in sulphuric air
We let oceans wave
While isolating lakes
In semi-wakeful states
Slip and oscillate
We’re weightless and finite
Reinvent and synthesise
Slip and oscillate
Animate in air and space
Be more awake, aware
Catch and imaginate
Demarcate
Serrating us, hollering:
“Slip and oscillate”
We let oceans wait
While isolating lakes
In semi-wakeful states
When you wonder what to call your own
It’s any wonder this city is not your home
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Low tide, low light
Descending into darkness in the silence of spies
Enveloped in landscapes under lochs and lakes
Where we escape from phonoaesthetics
But we’ll be listening and remembering until we’re old and unsteady
Abandon our posts
Find a road we recognise and race home
Where twisting shorelines and fractured coastlines frown
Immerse yourself in retrospective
Accept your errors
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