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Ancient artists,
complex dreams
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2. |
pharaoh's calling.
01:27
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...pharaoh's calling...
Pharaoh's calling...again...
I'm lifting a brick.
Far too busy,
lifting bricks.
Far too big,
pulling's failing.
We're pulling strong, but there's far too much weight...
Pyramids,
we're built by men.
Conflicted reasons,
building structures.
We all want a place in the afterlife.
Waiting, telling, and stressing stories about eachother.
-JJ.
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3. |
precisions.
02:59
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Keep awake my sheep.
Bring the stocks fast to sleep.
Keep awake my sheep.
I want an explanation,
for these machinations.
We've invaded other peoples,
on a shaky fact foundation.
Don't cast aspersion,
as a diversion.
I see your fallacy,
clouded reality.
Grey-skied horizons.
Mankind is doomed.
Pre-emption's the reason,
for my present gloom.
Invading more enemies;
Bombing more countries;
Feeding fake promises;
Swing that sword of Damocles!
Keep awake my sheep.
Breeding stock fast asleep.
Keep awake my sheep.
-JJ.
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4. |
time well spent.
03:54
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Long lost memories trapped in her head,
there's no chance of sleep tonight.
Sleep well,
neurons, it's time to fire,
twisted liars left feeling alone.
All the people are long gone.
She's still cleaning up the vomit off the floor.
Crying, sighing, saying.
How much longer will this last?
What did I do to deserve it?
Her friends have seen her grow.
Enlightened one,
spiritual and burning.
Apprehensive yearning
Apprehensive yearning.
Far time spent.
City life and cliched strife.
Time well spent.
Time to go.
Long time spent.
City life and cliched strife.
Time well spent.
Time to go.
Escaping comes in dreams,
her bursting seams.
Morning may mean forever more.
Bustled beauties and bristled wire,
another fire.
The ashes are cold.
Had so much fun with her friends.
She's now staring at the swan splashed in her lake.
Smelling, tasting, asking.
How can I have so much joy?
What did I do to deserve this?
Her friends are primed to grow.
Enlightened beings,
spiritual and burning.
Contemplative yearning.
Far time spent.
City life and cliched strife.
Time well spent.
Time to grow;
time to know.
-JJ.
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5. |
the 'omics.
03:14
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I sit and wonder:
can it all be easy?
But, complications arise,
the sky tells me,
'don't worry it's easy.'
My phenomenology of perception is not bound by my own being!
I'm looking to shape my own mind
into the stream that I can live in.
I'm reading each day those words written by others.
I'm always around in scrounging mode.
...trumpet...
Focusing and aiming a laser,
it's not rocket science,
simply not enough neurons.
I want to extract and ingest the entire planet:
the earth and the sky.
...trumpet...
-JJ.
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6. |
happytimes.
04:32
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I can't help myself when your surrounding essence
pays attention.
Plastic princess, how'd this happen?
Help me understand, I'm askin'.
My youth it left me long ago like age defying shrapnel.
Broken hearts and brittle bones,
my nerves are shot.
I'm all alone.
Please step back one second,
hold your breath, I'm grasping tangents.
Contingencies,
counteracting,
shrug your shoulders,
we are finished.
My youth, it beacons night and day,
can we still grant the answer?
Dichotomy, it's gone awry,
no more to say:
I'm alright.
==<>==
Our youth will leave us years before.
Each single thought is shrapnel.
Streaming tears and smashing bones,
our nerves are shot,
we're all alone.
No more youth calling every day
I've searched and sought all reason
Dichotomy, we've gone awry
No more to say
Let's be alright.
-JJ.
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7. |
i Float Keys.
01:48
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8. |
paradoxical solitude
04:26
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Unleash the beast inside ourselves.
Unleash my mind to someone, and
relish the fact that I'm still alive.
The papers stretching across my desk!
Ideas flourish in the right environment,
picking battles, the hardest thing;
you're not alone in searching.
Paradoxical solitude.
Withholding moneys of capital gains
...we disagree on what that means...
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9. |
bounce with beats
05:33
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Long lost memories,
trapped in her head,
there's no chance of sleep tonight.
Sleep well neurons
it's time to fire:
twisted liars,
left feeling alone.
All the people are long gone.
She's still cleaning up the vomit off the floor.
Crying, sighing, saying,
How much longer will this last?
What did I do to deserve it?
Her friends have seen her grow.
Enlightened one,
spiritual and burning,
apprehensive yearning.
Apprehensive yearning.
Far time spent,
city life and cliched strife.
Time well spent,
time to go.
Long time spent,
city life and cliched strife.
Time well spent.
Time to go.
Escaping comes in dreams.
her bursting seams.
Morning may mean forever more.
Hustled beauties and bristled wired,
another fire, but the ashes are cold.
Had so much fun with her friends,
she's now staring at the swan splashed in her lake.
Smelling, tasting, asking,
How can I have so much joy?
What did I do to deserve this?
Her friends are primed to grow:
Enlightened beings,
Spiritual and burning!
Contemplative yearning.
Far time spent
city life and cliched strife
long time spent
time to grow
time to know.
-JJ
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10. |
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None. Trumpets, drum machine and bongos.
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John Jack Durham, North Carolina
I study math, computer science, biochemistry, and sometimes, musics.
Music written and recorded by John Jack.
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