1. |
Get It Together
02:13
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Tonight the buried flames
will break their chains,
Flickering fingers
beckon me again.
I was so slow on the uptake
I would relish every mistake
Gather you head, get it together.
Yes! I guess
I’m living with it,
There’s a vulture on my shoulder
I can’t kill it!
I will take this dive
In six months...I’ll cease to hide.
Gather your head, get it together.
I could not lift the earth
Or rip it from its tracks,
I will not wave your flag
Nor launch a keen attack,
I’ll just simply find myself
A shallow grave,
Lay down in it,
And whisper “I’ve been saved.”
Gather your head, get it together
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2. |
Collapse
02:44
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His face placid, fragile blue
His azure walls reflecting you
Silver threads from heaven,
In a word are broken:
Silver threads from heaven
Disfigured by the mist,
The bruise, the kiss
He starts in fits
His eyes rank slits
Memory an ax
Hence my collapse
Collapse:
The will to hope, a trap
The wry smile cracks
His face death shade:
Pale, strange
Choking back
the words again,
I cannot lift...
I cannot carry...
Dry heave sharp
Teeth are choking,
The kiss, the bruise
The way they’re used:
A wire fence
Over the moon
I get fucked up,
Play a couple tracks
A smile the contour
Of my collapse
Collapse:
The will to hope, a trap
The wry smile cracks
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3. |
American Friend
03:01
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I’m a Romanesque bust
Made of diesel and dust,
I’m a fair weather rampart
On chosen fronts
I’m full hate crimes
I’m full of great times
Oh I’ll supply, baby
If you buy
I’m like Prospero’s little sprite
I’ll sway your dreams
In winds of night:
Opium night of celluloid light
To keep your dreams
In terms of mine
American friend
With American benefits:
A freshly wrecked highway
Paved in your regrets
You’ve caught on?
How sharp you are
I’m in your mind
You’re in my car
The radio plays
an endless suite:
Benghazi streets
In a burning key
Now I got to get my dues
I’ve torched those streets
And I’ll torch you
I’ll let you bitch,
Vote and complain
But I hold the rules,
Thus you and the game
American friend
With American benefits:
A freshly wrecked highway
Paved in your regrets
When the state is an enemy
No one can be free,
By my helping hand
I’ll see that you are damned
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Terminal A Los Angeles, California
Terminal A is an Industrial/Synth Punk duo formed in late 2012 by vocalist Colin Peterson and guitarist Lee Busch. The group consists of vocals and heavily processed guitar played live over programmed backtracks. The music is a blend of wide-ranging influences, including early Minimal Wave and Electronic groups, as well as early L.A. Punk and Hardcore, and well as modernist aesthetic movements. ... more
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