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Phi
02:37
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Manic Music
03:44
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Manic musics inna darkening era
Haunted echoes along the Nightmare Strip
Splashin gasoline around a house on fire
A hint of Mussolini in that smug chin jut
There’s a deep freeze winter whistlin at the door
Colder even than the new Cold War
Icy nation caught in myopic delusion
Dreams of dystopia not so far-fetched
Pixelated pastor preachin the death cult gospel
Jumbotron shepherd stokes his flock with hate
That new millennium Christianity
It don’t play turn the other cheek
Digital deities stoned on dopamine clicks
The binary Word continues its slide
A.I. overlooks thumb swipe election
And your amnesia is their alibi
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Pepsi
02:23
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Grimy Window
02:43
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Wonder for Reason
01:19
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Sept 10 2001
03:51
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Cut the Word. . .the future leaks out
Language virus hides death flavored déjà vu
Time test the 23
Rewind history and binary playback
Retconned reality
Word to the wise—
The prerecordings are the only thing that’s real
Long live the New Flesh
Oh yeah!
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Breaking News
02:25
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Wiretap
02:29
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Yeyo
03:20
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Piety
02:51
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He was on his way home from Candletop
He’d bin two weeks gone so he thought he’d stop
At Webb’s and have him a drink fore he went home to her.
Andy Boylow said, “Hello—”
And he said “Hi what’s doin, bro?”
Said, “Siddown. . .I got some bad news it’s gonna hurt.”
“I’m your best friend and you know that’s right,
But your young bride ain’t home tonight
Since you bin gone she’s been seein that Ames boy, Seth.”
My brother got mad and he saw red
And Andy said, “Boy, dontcha lose your head,
Cos to tell ya the truth. . .I bin with her myself.”
Andy got scared and left the bar
Walkin on home cos he didn’t live far
See, Andy didn’t have many friends. . .and he’d just lost him one.
My brother thought his wife musta left town,
So he went home and finally found
The only thing that Papa had left him and left was the gun.
Then he went off to Andy’s house,
Slippin through the backwoods quiet as a mouse—
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make.
Looked through the screen at the back-porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin on the floor
In a puddle of blood. . .and he started to shake.
Georgia Patrol was a makin their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag em down,
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said, “Why’d ya do it?”
Judge said, “Guilty” in a make-believe trial,
Sheriff slapped the judge on the back with a smile,
And said, “Supper’s waitin at home and I gotta get to it.”
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands
Well they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house in back that night, they were mine.
And his cheatin wife had never left town
And that’s one body that'll never be found
See, little brother don’t miss when he aims his gun.
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man.
Well don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
Cos the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands.
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Small Town Ambience
02:38
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Reality Pathogen
06:26
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You are origin-code.
You are origin-code sentenced to birth. You are a prison.
Your body is a prison. Your body is the perfect torture chamber.
Only one escape.
Your reality has been infected by a pathogen.
That sick feeling, crawls through you like panic, crawls through you like slow boredom, whispers in your ear.
“You know you’re in hell, right? This copy planet, this dead planet, this universal laughing-stock, it’s hell. But you know that…right?”
Ask any cop, ask any junky, ask any Wall Street trader, any tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, any whore, any scumbag dealer, any paramedic, any victim.
They’ll tellya.
Meanwhile, dead trees claw at a cold winter sky and the pathogen seeps through the cracks in Actuality. There’s a cyber-abyss between the keyboard and the collective consciousness
And you know what they say about the abyss
When you look into it, it looks into you.
Call it Outside Influence. Call it O.I.
Pathogen has been introduced, and the mechanism of the virus will destroy its host.
Inevitable.
Like the weather, like entropy
Or like death itself.
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Vivarium Recordings
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Future sounds label run by Daniel Rauch
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Founded by Joseph Bailey & Benjamin Noggle, 2018.
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