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nobody warned me that our golden age was coming to an end
so I stumbled into these years unprepared
our days are crushed
like so many old beer cans in a recycling bin
the golden years are over
we separated like the stages of a space-bound rocket
one by one
yeah everybody's gone to space
there's nothing left on the surface but dust and gravity
the golden years are over
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every day you're getting bigger
it's freaking me out
getting bigger than you ought to
it's freaking me out
soon your needs outweigh production
nothing left you can consume now
getting bigger than the system
getting bigger than the moon now
and we don't know
if we can arrest the growth
we've performed diverse analyses
we couldn't predict this growth
we think it's beyond our control
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I hope that's not the high point of your life, she said
but what else is there to conquer?
where else is there to rise?
you've so much energy to burn
what remains in you path?
what is left to crush?
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4. |
Churn (A)
02:13
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you piqued my interest
now we're undressed
swapping stories
I can't feel my feet
I think I tripped again
over my tongue
I think I fell
moving swiftly
you cut right through me
as calm as this is
a fragrant summer's night
here comes the churn again
and I let go
swallow me
let it swallow me
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5. |
She's Multiplying
02:40
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she's multiplying
if only she was multiplying this side of the sea
she's multiplying
waking up ten years on from the last photograph:
don't look up or look around
close your eyes, you hear the sound
no breach of trust, not since the last
no misplaced faith
no mistakes made
all your songs sing their last verse
and this was hers
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6. |
A Bone-Crushing Slumber
03:14
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I wanna bone-crushing slumber
I wanna rest in peace before I die
I wanna sing
I wanna chant with a voice like waves on the sea wall at St. Clair
I wanna sentence worth editing
I wanna suffer for my art and really mean it
I want the bottom of the barrel
I wanna hold on the air like mist on a harbour morning
I wanna drain away the rivers
I wanna sink my toes in the silt of a dying system
I wanna tear into this feast
I wanna slather myself with the juice of an abject failure
I wanna reap what I have sown
I wanna lie in the nest of my deeds in a lifetime of waste
I wanna breathe
I wanna close my eyes and smile to the sinking absence
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I don't love you, but I chase you nonetheless
maddened by narcissism and the scent of your wavering
my fevered joys, and my lust for conquest
the long dry mornings
the waking agonies
you've got fire in you
and I have fire in me
and when this war is over
you'll forget my hands and my teeth
and when we sleep again
our bodies healed and warm
we will still have the waiting
we will only have the waiting
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8. |
Bubble
06:56
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there were whispers under covers
summits held beneath the sheets
leaders made of jape and sausage
stinking bile and bald deceit
we were nowhere near the battle
buried by democracy
voices in an echo chamber
the smallest numbers on the street
we are trapped inside a bubble
we are screaming silently
a tiny country built of reason
crushed to ruin by the wind
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