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I started with a climax
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Your ghosts
08:24
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It occurred to me you decide concepts were lost anytime we tried to speak.
Hear my voice. Surrender to the noise which surrounds us.
Silence is safe for now on.
Vultures need sound, don't you know?
Never state your doubts and follow
The light, the light, the light.
Inner states I'll keep them pretty
Never meant to make us heavy!
It occurred to me you decide concepts were lost anytime we tried to speak.
I knew this when you were gone.
Please, fight your ghosts on your own.
It occurred to me you decide to blur meaning anytime we tried to speak
There's no choice, surrender to the voice who says "leave now !"
Silence was safe for a time.
Vultures decide don't you know.
Now choose a side and follow ...
The light.
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Dasein Bullshit
03:06
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Control all thoughts, pretend or not ?
Undo poetry and phenomenology,
Translate the hate and use the right words to do so,
Between the lies
We don't use the same words.
Justify all chains and hide behind a curtain.
Never be ashamed of contradictions.
Is there a practice in mind ? Never be the one...
We never use the same words.
This is the way now Western civilization will fall.
We all enjoy it but never challenge it. The worst is about to come.
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In the midst of my days
06:28
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Read Psalm 102
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Emergency for the wise
06:55
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Let's idiots speculate, let them say. Freedom is there to dominate ?
I am the other of the other, and the other says.
Worthless efforts for everything we might know (do you mind now?)
Let's idiot speculate, I let my world desegregate. Fix it all with sound.
Networks are dying slowly of your vain speech
Everything is equal :
Knowledge and empty speech.
So you say, you write, you claim, you shout but never, never
Never Do...
Now silence is an emergency for the wise.
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Traces in the east
03:56
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Don't you know here I'll go ?
Where feelings are lost in the myst while fall begins in the east ?
Don't you know tears will flow ? Now what could I believe ?
My heart is in winter with no relief.
Footnotes made no difference. Not the ones you care for.
But traces were made to stay, traces were made to matter alone.
Chasing you. Wanting to.
Full on idle, it's time to rest. May your steps go back to the west.
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This he did in public for us to see. Everybody in the band is too fucked up to do the show.
Between the pain and the stars Broken hub-caps and lost glass
Trump has changed the constitution. White house white house white house run too. Let the city rise up to kill vinyl and silkscreen.
Shirts tucked in and knobheads drowsing off. The keyboard guy can hardly hear the feedback.
He's fucking falling asleep on his organ.
Yesterday's dope was not dope at all.
God, I've got a sore hip. The girls start in red patent feathers. Very 'I am in
trouble with kneecaps. We watch her false brothers and gay clones.Voting
the politic rules of life school dreadhead troopers.
White house, white house run to. Let the CD rise up. Twitter, hoaxbuster
instagram red. I'll see you, see you see you on the Kanye. You will hopefully
merge your IDs with wrong horns and freak them.Miss Ivana, Miss Melania
a couple of Miss Ivankas. The aged of the glazed press. At the throat of his
public image. Limited yet, totally screwed up. Yes sir, yes sir, mess right up!
All of us know where this is going to get to, what sort of light, what he is
trying to wreck. You will hopefully merge your IDs with wrong horns and
freak them. Treasons out of life. Everything for the rich. The U.S. are more
confusing now than anywhere you've ever been to.
I am from the Dasein city, breathe it in, and let it out.
Where are we now when our awestruck are closed ? Our heads in a foggy
nightmare of green khakis. Read Burroughs and never return.
No flow motion, no hooks. Outlooks on sonic death.
Hello 2024!
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Lunt Riga, Latvia
Žils Deless-Vēliņš has a mystical relationship to sound and music since he was a child and his crafting of music can be compared to a construction kit game, where music as a whole is more than the sum of sounds. For him, sound has some sort of kinship with the concept of pneuma in Stoician philosophy. Sound expects to be found to become music, lying there in an intuitive background. ... more
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