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(AlephBeta) Babel Babble
03:12
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Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, Mu, Nu, Xi, Omicron, Pi, Rho, Sigma, Tau, Upsilon, Phi, Khi, Psi, Omega...
Old books speak, could they compete with the lessons that they’re learning from the T.V? History Lessons, learn from them all, History Lessons, please learn from them all.
It’s not about Drugs, it’s just about Love…
But I want to speak in tongues .
Now the point of Christmas is completely dead, I know the real reason that Santa’s wearing red. The stars have decided more than you’ll know, but they won’t decide which way I’m gonna go.
It’s not about Drugs, it’s just about Love…
But I’ve only got one word for love, and one word for God, but I want to speak in tongues.
So I go
Aleph, Bet, Gimel, Dalet, Hey, Vav, Zayin, Chet, Tet Yud, Kaph, Lamed, Mem, Nun, Samech, Ayin, Pey, Tsade, Quph, Resh, Shin, Tav.
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Positive-Feedback-Loop
04:11
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It all felt worth documenting, that’s why we document ourselves,
Who would of thought I’d be the first to fall under its hypnotic spell,
Well a drunken night ain’t no excuse for pissing in the well,
It all felt worth documenting, that’s why we documented it ourselves.
It’s a sophisticated kind of magic hidden inside this machine,
Where there are no cogs or nobs anywhere to be seen.
Like a TV Screen.
After the mirror was turned back in on itself, I was caught in the middle starting seeing in reverse,
I was looking down a lens, trying to see where it ends, now I pick up a pen to tell my friends.
It’s a sophisticated kind of magic hidden inside this machine,
Where there are no cogs or nobs anywhere to be seen.
It’s an automatron.
But I don’t know what I don’t know… but I know that I don’t.
In the lost chapter of Don Quixote,
Where you get caught inside the fantasy.
It’s a Gnostic game, that’s what they play,
But you’re gonna meet your maker one day,
And I don’t want to see him when I’m dressed like this.
Would you be annoyed if there was no void?
Would you feel the same if you returned again,
What if the third act of this play
Didn’t just fade away,
If you were coming back, would you do that again…
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There is love of the flesh and love of the heart,
But with you I don't know where to start,
So I went away for three long days,
And what else could I say
That I'd changed,
And there can only ever be an allegory when it comes to love.
Cause there is love of the flesh and love of the heart
But whenever we part, you stay in my mind in a place out of time,
and I think it's a sign, that it's you that is behind,
The light that stays lit inside my eyes.
So when you find me lost for words,
and acting absurd.
Know there’s a feeling deep inside my heart and not my head,
That I am longing to project.
And there can only ever be an allegory when it comes to love.
No one word could sum it all up.
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Dromology
03:54
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When he no longer wants to be here,
That's when he enters the Dromosphere,
He's never tamed an animal,
Or felt the pain of the fall,
Of his face pounding on the ground,
At the first attempts of breaking in a horse,
Speed is now given at a convenient cost,
Plus there's no chance of ever getting lost...
When you're chipped and tracked
There's no way back
But I'm in search of simpler times
Cause when he hates what he does
He won't know why
He should act kind
Just for a social score
Is there not more
Behind her smile as he opens up the door...
But then she stares down at her screen
She is just another NPC
Who won't know what he means
Till she can read
More than what's on her Facebook feed.
The summer sun shines smoothly over open olive fields, forever forgetting fallen leaves lost in last years yesterdays, yet as clouds continue to covertly grow grandly great beyond both big and small surface skyline trees, treating time as the agent advancing autumns agenda, that leaves the leaves that were left, which wind whistled eastwardly, in the evening ether, until the uniform utopia of the carefree colourlessness can count the broken branches behind the bushes and revert the rivers running water which weather winded in different directions drove the thirsty through thick thorns to find that they had forgotten the feeling of bitterness brought by the details and depths of death in December.
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As the man rose from the funeral pyre,
His flesh untouched by the fire,
Visions of the other side were his stories to tell,
So we all listened well,
"As I swam the waters of forgetfulness,
I held my breath,
So i'd rememeber life after death."
If i returned to this plane,
I'd chose the man who has no name.
But when I was put to the test,
It turns out waiting is what I do best,
So when killing time becomes a capital crime,
To save from being killed I'll run for the hills,
And watch the sun rise
And thank God I'm alive.
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