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Murder Under Glass
03:57
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Dead eyes on the murder under glass.
I don’t want to look; I don’t want to see it.
Wake up, watch a murder under glass.
In miniature, every day now.
I don’t want to look.
I don’t wanna see it.
I don’t want to look.
I don’t wanna see it.
Blurry eyes on the murder under glass.
I don’t want to know; I just can’t believe it.
Up late, with my face against the glass
If I look away, will they get away?
If I threw you out
If I knew how...
Well, I think we can agree it’s all bad.
If I threw you out
If I knew how...
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2. |
In A Room With No Air
05:23
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Bodies are not interested in reason.
Turn the faucet off but there’s still a drip.
An antiseptic room with palm trees on the curtains:
Years turn to minutes back to years as we sit.
I know fighting back is useless.
I know the end comes for everyone.
I know it’s just the act of letting go,
You turn your back on it.
You turn your back on it.
Laid on a cot, changing of the seasons:
You’re there and then you’re not, but it’s all the same.
Half an hour on, I don’t want to watch TV.
I thought you were done here, but it’s all the same.
I know fighting back is useless.
I know the end comes for everyone.
I know it’s just the act of letting go.
You turn your back on it.
You turn your back on it.
Yeah, I turn my back on it.
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3. |
No Secrets
04:45
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No secrets.
It’s out in the open.
He won’t hide.
He’s shown you his insides.
He’ll be exactly who he said he would be.
He’ll do exactly what you heard he would do.
Don’t disbelieve him; he’s told you what he wants.
Don’t complicate it; he’s showed you who he hunts.
Don’t think twice.
Don’t revise. Trust your eyes.
He’ll be exactly who he said he would be.
He’ll do exactly what you heard he would do.
Once you hear the man...
Once is enough.
Once, and that’s the man, all that there is.
Once - that’s the man, all by himself.
Once. That’s the man.
Once is enough.
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4. |
Terminal
04:12
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I’m remote in a moment, under a blanket
As the conversation crawls.
I’m alone but I see through walls
From a thousand miles away.
A liminal space.
I got lost in a moment, without any context
Walking down an endless hall.
Scrawled epistles on the walls,
#content generators.
Voices from nowhere.
Voices from nowhere.
Now I’m a tired full-time disbeliever.
Over-analytic, cynical, terrified full-time disbeliever.
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5. |
Sea Hunter
03:35
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I am not grateful.
The things that you’ve done,
I didn’t ask for and don’t want.
In my name, paid for.
The things that you’ve done...
A dense screen of voter rolls in spreadsheets:
Illusion of control.
How would you exploit me?
And would I ever know?
Full steam to a point in the South Sea
A naval battle drone.
“Why would you deploy me?
My one and only fear
Is being alone.
Out at sea, no land in sight
Tell me I’ll be alright.”
There’s no reason to be concerned,
There will always be a human at the controls.
There’s no reason to be concerned,
There will always be a human at the controls
From a thousand miles away:
A commuter job, clocking out at the end of each day,
Waiting for an order over the phone,
Or just picking up some take-out on the way home.
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6. |
Playback
03:28
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What’s the cost of being found?
An evil voice?
A sorry sound?
Oh on playback, I’ll follow you home.
Oh on playback, I’ll follow you home.
A broken watch, a countermove...
I wouldn’t say it if I couldn’t prove.
Oh on playback, I’ll follow you home.
Oh on playback, I’ll follow you home.
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There’s a million ways to get what you want
If you’ve got no shame.
Eat shit on TV, eyes roll and you’re ridiculed endlessly
But you’ll still get paid.
If you’re a pug, who thinks he’s a wolf
But you’re backed by a handful of actual wolves,
You can say anything, and your asshole friends will pull the strings
As long as you continue to be of use.
You will do whatever you have to
To get to your goal.
You’re see-through and nothing you say is true.
You don’t care if we know.
You’ll tell the most brazen lies.
You’ll walk on the thinnest ice,
And you won’t even think about falling through.
We’re not equipped for this.
We’ll just sit around making lists
Of every awful thing you say and do.
We will do whatever we have to
To not take control.
We will venerate and lavish you
With oil and gold.
All fingers crossed you return to nothing.
All the pain you caused... you’ll return to nothing.
All fingers crossed you return to nothing.
All the pain you caused... you’ll return to nothing.
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8. |
Offered Free, For Life
04:19
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A vision of the future is now available to buy.
Don’t get caught up in the details you can’t check or verify.
A compelling list of features, unending legalese
The most intimate consent is buried in the Ts and Cs.
All the things they promised you are real
But they’re built upon a black box inside:
A null space.
Pattern-based assessments getting harder to deny.
Tell me all your secrets, and I’ll put ‘em online.
Advertisers in the bedroom, laser mapping private space.
Invisible connections in a fragile database.
All the things we operate are real
But they’re built upon a black box inside:
A null space.
All the things they promised us are real
But they’re built for someone else to monetize.
You finally got one:
At 3am your order processed
And you don’t know
Which company lost it.
At 6am, your data’s auctioned
And you’ll never know
Who stole it for profit.
Then a year from now,
In a class action lawsuit:
“We let you down :(”
An empty apology.
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9. |
My Heart Is Doomed
02:43
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You’ll forgive me when I forget your voice.
I’ve been losing signal every day since you went away.
My heart is doomed.
My heart is doomed.
My heart has a marker
Filling the room.
You can leave me when the tide comes in.
When the sediment is washed away, into the bay.
My heart is doomed.
My heart is doomed.
My heart has a mark that can’t be removed.
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10. |
Animal Control
04:27
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“Think you’re seeing something, do ya?
Put your muzzle on and don’t freak out.
This is the latest version of our heart.”
"I think it’s doing something to ya.
It’s nothing that you’ll ever talk about.
That’s the kind of conversation no one wants to start.”
“Think you’re changing something, do ya?”
I wanna say yeah but I don’t know.
This could be the latest version of a million years ago:
At the bottom of the sea
Or on a dusty, arid plain,
Slashing claws or snapping teeth.
A lineage of blood and pain.
Wide-eyed, but I’m not going back.
Oh no, take me from the storm.
I’m tired, but I can’t stomach that.
You want me to, you want me to...
I’ll die, and I’m not coming back.
Stand by, keep me safe and warm.
You tried, but I’m not cutting slack.
You want me to, you want me to, you want me to...
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