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Tick Tock Garden
04:20
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Time is a slimy thing…
But I am the timing king.
Because I know the difference between a sec and a minute
So turn my eyes,
Turn the cortex clockwise
So you can see yourself, so you can be yourself
I drove home the other day
I chose the long way
Just to feel the seconds
Just to feel the wreckage
Of the gravity on myself
Turn the hourglass on the shelf
And let me feel each grain enter my brain
I found a watch on the ground
It made a beautiful sound
I couldn’t let it go to waste
Time was already erased
So I clicked it on
Felt the eras of gone
Felt the cogs turn in with a sickening click
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Time Mage
03:54
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One day you'll find your troops are all down
Don't run away, our fates aren't bound
Find your magic and channel it
Time Mage slows it all down
A way to bring 'em to the ground
Time Mage
The clocks in town are ticking at night
And cobblestones are stuck into the ground
Round 'em up, armor up yourselves,
And slow it all down!
Time Mage slows it all down
A way to bring 'em to the ground
Time Mage
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Anxious Universe
03:11
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Anxious Universe
It swells around then watches you quiver
Wonder what goes around
If it really comes back to the ground
Time to throw up our arms
Throw up ourselves until we’re on the floor
A bird pecked right at my door
I went up to the mat to greet it
It looked around
Until it realized that I was a snake
I guess I should’ve been more careful.
The anxious universe
I really want a way to find it
See me, a blue decree
One that can just spin the world around.
A bird pecked at my door.
I guess I should’ve been more careful.
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Clown
03:39
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I have to go,
It’s time to check in to my job.
I’ll have you know,
I’m extremely important.
I help fingers grow
To the furthest reaches of your skull, gripping to pull
And remove the woe swelling up everyday.
Because I know the way into your spine:
You take a piece of bone and fragments and you bind it with twine.
I string it through to see what you’re all about,
And I put you all together like a hung up clown.
And now there’s supposed
To be a puppeteer around
To hold you.
But he won’t seem to show
And I’m much too short.
If I could just grow,
I’d have you dangling like a puppet.
But it’s hard to know
‘Cause at the moment I’m just mute.
Because I know the way into your spine:
You take a piece of bone and fragments and you bind it with twine.
I string it through to see what you’re all about,
And I put you all together like a hung up clown
Enjoy the puppet show
As I’m mangled on the floor.
I need a crafty Joe
To make me do a little dance.
Oh wait I used to know
How to do this by myself…
I guess we all stay low
When we fall down.
And now there’s supposed
To be a puppeteer around
To hold you.
But he won’t seem to show
And I’m much too short.
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Ambassador Of Trouble
03:52
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The trickling drops of blame are swirling around,
So put your poncho up!
It’s time to run and dodge precipitation,
So let’s go for a run.
You’re one to take it all, roll with the punches…
You’re so adept with it!
So duck your head and jet through the ripping current ,
Before you’re drowned again.
You wield your face, Ambassador of Trouble…
You take the hits for all!
When trouble comes you’re just so perspicacious,
I hope you never fall.
So devious, a deviant with purpose…
You never seem to breathe.
It’s like you keep a corset in your pocket,
Just in case you need.
To speak the part, to stand and charm the victim,
To have ‘em in your eyes.
You have a stack to keep all of your blessings…
Or are they just lies?
You wield your face, Ambassador of Trouble…
You take the hits for all!
When trouble comes you’re just so perspicacious,
I hope you never fall.
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Flora Aetus
04:12
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Open your book, make a click of your pen
It’s time to write again.
And don your field glasses now, and take a look around.
It would seem the fauna’s grown.
Peering off through the haze, you see a distant gaze.
You arm your book and sights.
After trudging a bit, you found the seed of your brain.
The plants that your life entombed.
Horologia…
Flora Aetus grows.
A misty field makes for a good place
To see this stuff abound.
But you shouldn’t make haste, no that’d just be a waste,
There’s something more to do.
Well if you were a plant, what would you want in life?
To stay planted in the ground?
Or would you call all the bees, or a botanist, please,
To help dissect you out?
Horologia…
Flora Aetus grows.
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Horology
03:21
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Hourglass for hour’s sand
A ticking clock, the minute hand
It ticks. It clicks.
Now we turn the cogs in place
The maker scrunches up his face
And rolls his sleeves
So we study horology, for what?
For what?
Subdivide the growing tide of age
New page
The cyclic poem of a watch
Eases you into your notch
In time. It’s fine.
Subconsciously you feel the day
Slowly passing you away
It’s fine…in time.
So we study horology, for what?
For what?
Subdivide the growing tide of age
New page
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8. |
Knockout Mouse
04:21
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Wood boards surrounding me everywhere
Just how will I get through it?
A base of secrets and carpentry
Nothing left but me for the sky
Let’s get to the trees
I think I need a better point of vision
The clouds are just within arm’s reach
I’m a mouse.
I’m the knockout mouse, and I just want out
From the constrictive nature of your head’s construction
A day spent littered in periphery
I wonder if they’ll ever even see me
This place requires my maintenance
It lacks the attention that it needs
I’d gladly give my life for your brain
If it means that you see me
Some day, I wanna die for the sake
Of you tripping on my body
I’m the knockout mouse, and I just want out
From the constrictive nature of your head’s construction
One day you’ll see me and you’ll be free
But now I’m crawling in your hyper vision
Come to, and feel the crawl of your veins
And I’ll just take the reins
Somehow you’ve built this house all for me
And yet the rent keeps coming
The slack is more than I could need
Pull the rope
I’ll crawl into your ear in the night
You won’t even feel a tickle
And if I can just get inside
You’ll find that I keep you alive
I’m the knockout mouse, in the constrictive nature of your head’s construction.
One day you’ll see me and you’ll be free
But now I’m crawling in your hyper vision
Come to, and feel the crawl of your veins
And I’ll just take the reins
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Marching Clox
03:59
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We are marching clocks, we march for you
Because we don’t know what to do
And we will get there just in time
And you will finally realign
We crush the blocks and obstacles
To get to the great spectacles
Of lands that are lost and forgone!
We claim them and stake them in our name
We are the marching clocks.
Raise your spears, the pleas of our people knock!
We’re put together like clockwork.
Tinkering, conquering, enemies are sure to avert!
We can step in time it’s just not real
The way we’re always toe to heel
You’d think we might just miss a step
But I assure you we never are misled
Turning, ticking, little arms and hands
We’re wondering, wandering, different lands
Until we find something to use
Why not consider joining the crew?
We are the marching clocks!
Raise your spears, the pleas of our people knock!
We’re put together like clockwork!
Tinkering, conquering, enemies are sure to avert!
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Thinking In English
03:31
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Think…
I constructed a cable car for all of my
Thoughts
And now at the station there is something going
On
I wouldn’t sit and forego the endless rhythmic click of cogs that turn with every little pinch and every
Drop
The conductor tips his hat, and turns his eyes up to the clouds.
And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around,
But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound.
And they melt into my brain.
But I swear I’m not insane,
Because I’m thinking in English.
Cool…
So tell me about your vacant sunny train station
Stop
It’s always devoid of people, the best place to have a
Read
You know despite all the cars, conductors do not have to let you in they see your face and then decide you’re lost.
But I can’t say that I blame you.
And so I sit real still to feel synapses burst and bump around.
But when I get the feeling that I sort of get it I start to realize they abound.
And they melt into my brain.
But I swear I’m not insane,
Because I’m thinking in English.
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