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Flow
05:34
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Chart the grid.
Mark the stones.
Follow the colors.
Follow the numbers.
These are the veins of the city.
We are the blood circulating; thirsting and starved to find the heart.
Set your pace to the city streets.
Bob and weave.
Bounce and roll.
Absorb the flow.
We are navigators.
The old world lovers.
We are the true song writers.
Poets of the moments we deem romantic and pure.
Set your pace to the city streets.
Bob and weave.
Bounce and roll.
Absorb the flow.
We always seem to find our way amongst the chaos; across the frontier.
We are the navigators; the cells in the stream.
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2. |
Future Escape
04:09
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Lock the door.
Get on the floor.
Let it begin.
Kiss after kiss.
Assault on my lips.
Skin on skin.
It's so good.
How could we forget?
Close the door.
There's a future I don't want to be a part of anymore out there.
I look into your eyes.
Find love.
Then I fuck it all away.
It's so good.
How could we forget?
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3. |
Rulers of Gloom
03:25
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I just want to feel a little.
Even if I feel alone.
Oh, so alone.
If I could only feel (you)
The rulers.
The rulers of gloom.
All the curved lines in the night
All these tangles in my sheets.
I just really want them to be you.
Make it true.
The rulers.
The rulers of gloom.
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4. |
Links
04:33
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Arm and arm, we are the links in the chain.
Out of touch but networked all the same.
Disconnected and disillusioned dreams.
This global village isn't quite what we thought it'd be.
(Arm and Arm.)
(Out of touch.)
Don't give up on that feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodnight.
Don't give up on that feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodbye.
The human touch is all but fading.
A withered memory in the annals of our trajectory.
Lost among the tech noir fantasy.
Emotional readings brought to you via LED.
(Arm and Arm.)
(Out of touch.)
Don't give up on that feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodnight.
Don't give up on that feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodbye.
We are the links in the chain of feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodnight
We are the links in the chain of feeling.
Don't slip away and say goodbye
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I am a first son of a second daughter.
I am the only son of an only son.
I am a person and I feel love.
I'm not just a name upon your screen.
Disconnected connection.
The ghostly embrace.
It's a distant observation.
The invisible link.
How did we turn so cold?
Who knew technology we be the death blow, to the hearts of our personalities?
Comfort is a killer.
I make a real life.
In a real house.
On a real street, amongst the city.
I've got my skin on.
I've got my blood in.
I've got my semen to prove I'm a real boy.
Let's hold on.
Take it real slow.
Re-assimilate into the real world.
Let's hold on.
Take it real slow.
Repopulate our reality.
How did we turn so cold?
Who knew technology we be the death blow, to the hearts of our personalities?
Comfort is a killer.
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6. |
Harmon-E
04:39
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Two lonesome souls on the hunt for harmony.
Digital doves among zeroes and ones.
Recall the moments bathing in the smoke, to find the match.
The perfect catch that snagged your soul.
Can you feel it coming on?
Can you feel it turning on?
Hook, line and friend request accepted.
The game is on.
I've just seen your picture.
I hope there's more behind this pixelated dream.
Can you feel it coming on?
Can you feel it turning on?
There's got to be more behind this screen.
Can you feel it coming on?
Can you feel it turning on?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
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7. |
Fossils
03:56
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Replace my lips with complex machines
Replace my tongue with words on a screen
Can we talk?
TTYL
Where'd you go?
BRB
What's so funny?
LOL
I wanna talk but not right now.
Leave me here in the digital dust with my analog thoughts.
I'm just a fossilized dinosaur.
What's your story?
ASL
Can we meet?
IRL
Can you show me?
FYEO
I don't even know if this is real.
It's like holding a cloud of smoke.
Why can't we stop asking questions and get to the point of no return?
Push those digits.
Quick decisions.
I'm afraid of losing touch; losing faith in a hookup.
Red and green.
Stop and go.
There's a fever.
Blood is boiling; temps are rising.
I'm a live wire.
Moan for the moonlight.
Long for the bedroom eyes.
Dig me up from the dirt, of an age when we would talk and touch with the ones we trusted and loved.
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8. |
Log On/Log Off
04:59
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I'm so sick of all these people trying to make science sexy.
Come on.
Let's face it, reality isn't chic.
There's all these people trying to disclose all the things they should keep secretly.
They're all algorithms to carefully calculated social marketing schemes.
Log on.
Log off.
You'll never feel anything this way.
Coding.
Trolling.
Always uploading.
Search engines can't find humanity.
Fiber optics.
Network diagnostics.
Lines of code and cold connections.
What ever happened to the magic and mystery?
What ever happened?
Did you forget your password?
You can't operate?
You can't operate your operating system?
What does any of that fucking mean?
Log on.
Log off.
You'll never feel anything this way.
Coding.
Trolling.
Always uploading.
Search engines can't find humanity.
Fiber optics.
Network diagnostics.
Lines of code and cold connections.
What ever happened to the magic and mystery?
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9. |
Nights Run Long
06:06
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Nights run longer.
This song is a eulogy for the value of art
Rest easy painters and poets alike
All these kings and queens see fit to not be bothered by putting forth the effort to compensate you for your sacrifice
Nights run longer.
What we once so dearly cherished does not hold the merit
in their pompous eyes
You need to bleed so tap the vein just to see your passions slowly die
Try and chase the dream
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10. |
Spider Over the Web
04:59
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Distance is disease.
The PCB dreams of illuminated screens.
Nothing feels quite the same.
Nothing feels quite the same.
I need touch.
I need touch.
Comfort is a killer.
I'd prefer the spider over the web.
(Comfort is a killer)
I prefer blood rushes over data crushes.
Yet I'm still a victim of my times.
I need touch.
I'd prefer the spider over the web.
(Comfort is a killer)
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11. |
Tender
03:58
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Foggy decisions.
Nervous reactions.
Tender moments.
Impulse motions.
Foggy decisions.
Nervous reactions.
Casual flings and courting choreography.
Swipe to the left.
Swipe to the right.
You'll define your fate tonight.
All those miles your thumbs have gone.
Swipe to the left.
Swipe to the right.
Who's gonna be the one that takes you home tonight.
Locking with bending lights.
Flushed with blood and drunk on lust.
We're both hungry for the sins of flesh.
Two strangers looking to connect.
Swipe to the left.
Swipe to the right.
You'll define your fate tonight.
All those miles your thumbs have gone.
Swipe to the left.
Swipe to the right.
Who's gonna be the one that takes you home tonight.
Two strangers looking to connect but fated to fade.
Two strangers that formulate a temporary braid.
Two strangers looking to connect but fated to fade.
We wanna feel good.
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12. |
Mists Above Palo Alto
04:19
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13. |
Castles
03:38
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Castles of love and lust we built together
There is always an underlying bond
No matter the distance or consequences
The will to hold back slowly dissolves
Distorted edges of flesh and angles in time
Beats the electric pulse of romantic crimes
This fortress we built brick by brick
Castles of love and lust we built together
There is always an underlying bond
No matter the distance or consequences
The will to hold back slowly dissolves
The electric pulse.
Castles of love and lust we built together
There is always an underlying bond
No matter the distance or consequences
The will to hold back slowly dissolves
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14. |
Triangle Squared
06:12
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It's all the same to place the blame on everything but us
It's cold enough.
When it's coming on
It's a golden love
A golden fault
Why don't we feel a thing anymore
Maybe we never felt anything at all
It's just a flaw in our DNA
Cry along
Crawl among the computer wasteland that is our souls
It's all down hill from here
And the love we feel is a cybernetic dissonance that drags, drones and turns our hearts to stone
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