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lights over lubbock
04:27
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hello, I would like to communicate
with my molecules, please. I'll hold.
good, better, best
never let it rest
'til the good is better
and the better best.
can you see me?
blink once for yes, and twice for no.
can you hear me,
or am I talking to myself?
can you feel me?
you may exist, but I don't know.
can you see me,
or am I looking at myself?
are you my god or my creation?
are you my body or my mind?
why can't you hear my
sweet consternation?
why can't you see my
outstretched hand?
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take heart, young man
05:24
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life seems like more trouble than it's worth.
life ain't so dark when you're blind from birth.
death has no meaning that we can find.
death is a means to the end of time.
god ain't no elderly man enthroned.
god ain't more real than the earth and stone.
(we understand)
what advantage has a wise man over a fool?
remember your creator in the days of your youth.
man is a child in a temporal womb.
man must be born lest it be his tomb.
light raining down from the distant sun.
light will be gone in the years to come.
(take heart, young man)
everything is meaningless.
everything is meaningless.
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the sea
04:31
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we're inside a giant brain.
we're inside a giant brain.
we can't agree on our first name.
the whole world's going half insane.
my cortex tingles, soaring over the sea.
my cortex tingles, soaring over the sea.
my cortex tingles, soaring over the sea of our mind.
we're inside a giant vein.
we're inside a giant vein.
we're hoping for more of the same.
this world may bleed, but we remain
the sickle seldom founded clots in the sea.
the sickle seldom founded clots in the sea.
the sickle seldom founded clots in the sea of our kind.
we're a giant cigarette.
we're a giant cigarette.
we're a giant cigarette.
this world is burning with regret.
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all who make idols are nothing,
and the things they treasure are worthless.
those who would speak up for them are blind;
they are ignorant to their own shame.
who shapes a god and casts an idol
which can profit him nothing?
he and his kind will be put to shame;
craftsmen are nothing but men.
let them all come together and take their stand;
they will all be brought down to terror and infamy.
now Jesus himself had pointed out that a prophet
has no honor in his own country.
how can you believe if you accept praise
from one another, yet make no effort to obtain the praise that comes from the only god.
no one can come to me unless the Father
who sent me draws him,
and I will raise him up at the last day.
some wanted to seize him,
but no one laid a hand on him.
you belong to your father, the devil,
and you want to carry out your father's desire.
he was a murderer from the beginning,
not holding to the truth,
for there is no truth in him.
when he lies, he speaks his native language,
for he is a liar and the father of lies.
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the infinite faces
07:12
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I see faces in the void.
I hear whispers in the dark.
they ask me to rejoin them
at the birthplace of my heart.
I hear voices in the noise.
I see faces in the stars.
has my imagination
torn my sanity apart?
is this the mind of an astronaut?
is this the intellect of god?
I dwell on things that no one ought.
is this the intellect of god?
faces emerge
from wallpaper stains.
voices urge me
to shrug off the blame.
faces always leering,
organized by my dementia.
voices speak things inside my head
too twisted to be mentioned.
is this the mind of an astronaut?
is this the intellect of god?
I dwell on things that no one ought.
is this the intellect of god?
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