1. |
Shine Hides
03:51
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(Rust approaches the cuts have ceased empty drums beg for a purpose)
Shine Hides
In piles condemned
Frames and skeletons, holding nothing
Nothing is needed
Able-bodied workers
Out of a job
Deadly servants used for creation
Nothing needs to be made
No fingers for the glove
No candles for the lantern \
No finish on the cabinet
For none are needed
Will the paint be applied?
Will the chords again hold current?
If the projects ever start,
Will they ever end?
Oh none are needed anymore
Cans of preservation
Rest on the unpreserved
And vessels of light
Rest among the shadows
With dry pails and unloved slabs
(Rust approaches the cuts have ceased empty drums beg for a purpose)
Are all needed after all?
Are all needed after all?
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A hymn for the road I walk down
A folk tale won't be necessary
My fractured advise is restricted
Even if none should you heed
Years and years go by and I'm still questioning the same
How do I still my rambling mind, and once still how do I remain?
If I've already found love, why do I long for it so?
Will I ever find enough, or will my thirst forever grow?
All my preachers and most of my teachers they've failed me
I find no solace in textbooks and scriptures they sell to me
Confused and distraught, I look not to holy mountains
I'm weaning off thoughts of solutions overseas
No gurus alive resolve my equation\
I can't even trust what's in front of me
No I can't even trust what's in front of me
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3. |
Like a Child
05:53
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Plugged in without a chord
Ever dulling and seldom bored
Dosed up on my own accord
Intrinsically adored
A plain of endless form
The latest social norm
When waking life is war
Just boot up and ignore
I feel just like I'm a child
Naïve, brainwashed, beguiled
I feel just like I'm a child
Download my thoughts, my style
Keep my whole life on file
I've been in fear, been loathing, longing
long as I've been told to
Lay me down
In comfort
Fill me up
Slow me down
Show me what I want
When I find myself awake
I'm lost without my escape
and I can't differentiate
My own sight from what's fake
I feel just like I'm a child
Deceived, ignored, left idle
I feel just like I'm a child
Download my blood, my bile
Keep my mind in a file
I've been in fear, been loathing, longing
long as I've been told to
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4. |
If I am to Find Love
03:27
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All my heroes are dead and gone
But I still linger on
If I'm to fight the pain of their loss
I need help from y'all
I don't want to be no martyr oh
I just want peace in this unloving world
If I'm to find what I'm looking for
I'd free up my mind, let my system explode
I reside o'r a harrowing course
I would lay upon my knees before a piercing force
If I failed in my unrested search
What then were my trials and toils ever worth?
If I'm to find love, not a particular one
But love that touches all
If I can define love on my own terms
My heart would soar ten stories tall
Rise from the river let my sugar come
Kiss me on the cheek, coat my throat with rum
We dancing to the rhythm of the robot's drum
Once I find the good loving I'ma give you some
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5. |
Endless Circles
07:38
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(Navigate sine fine circuli experiri ad coniungere cum nulas)
Coloring within the lines
Reborn and died a thousand times
Oh and what are these confines
To count up the road signs
Frustrated as the tires ever revolve
The count goes on and on not easily resolved
And as the dusk approaches its harder to see
The space between the eyes and what is hoped to be perceived
Separated in the terminal
Motionless, tranquil, oddly calm
Navigating endless circles
Trying to connect the zeros
The imagery is clear, repetition hesitates
Best left to linger longer, let the novice meditate
The constants manifesting seamlessly and directing
encased in endless circles constantly reflecting
Ah Sine Fine Circulos
Ah Sine Fine Circulos
Navigating endless circles
Yeah the multiversal home
just counting up the road signs
as the tires move along
(Navigate sine fine circuli experiri ad coniungere cum nulas)
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6. |
Shaker
04:00
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Shaker in the morning, steep me something swell
Storm clouds in the distance, soon it's ganna rain like hell
Wish I could stay inside today
Got to hit the road soon, going faster than the water can fall
But if I could just stay here, bet I wouldn't have a care at all
Spare me today, Don't make me play the game
Drifting along the old looping road
It was crushing my soul, it was getting old
Seems to be many a better way
For us to keep dark thoughts at bay and I say
Drifting along the old looping road
It was crushing my soul, it was getting old
Seems to be many a better way
For us to keep dark thoughts at bay
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7. |
Twist the Line
03:34
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(And Lefty fell into a state of deep obscurity)
Well I twist the line, I spill the wine all the time
But I cant bend that line around the earth
I trust in it too much when I stare at a distant land on a screen
And one day arrive to declare that it is real
But something's screaming to me "what your seeing feeling breathing is a mirror"
(Don't think like that)
la'da'da'da'da'da'da'da oo'oo'oo'oo'oo' (Let it out with him baby)
la'da'da'da'da'da'da'da oo'oo'oo'oo'oo'
Well I'm guessing that the truth is I don't know a goddamned thing
Well I'm down for the ride no longer trying to abide
by rules of a limited world or any snake oil schemes to find love and bliss
Deep down I don't know what's true
Deep down no neither do you, but
I still hope we can find happiness
They say the best is yet to come
but baby what if you and I are already at the peak?
(There's no saving this boy)
*Whistle (Blow that whistle baby)
These choices I've made
Can't be made undone
This road I've paved
Hope its the right one
I'll keep twisting that line til' it bends past the setting sun
(Now that's the spirit)
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8. |
No Soil
05:19
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Unphased and Jaded, Eerie passing headlines
Never linger long in overstimulated minds
Idly gazing, numb to mournful cries
We built our homes on a foundation of lies
A wakening wisdom taking root amongst the pines
Shifting the rhythms with a venom in disguise
burning pagodas, aching lungs and teared up eyes
All but restrain us as we scream to the shrouded skies
I'ma cut down that tree
I'ma take ten more
I'ma rustle the reeds
'til the water will boil
I'ma take all of my seeds
grind 'em down to oil
I'ma keep plowing these fields
'til there ain't no soil
I feel it coming, down deep from the core
Spreading mycelium rising up through the forest floor
I see it looming life with each and every spore
With quickened winds an unfamiliar course
Nightmares keep me sickened through my days
A living danse macabre piece filled with earthly disarray
I'll keep chopping trees and grinding seeds, no fertile soil remains
all I've ever done is just tear at my own veins
I'ma cut down that tree
I'ma take ten more
I'ma rustle the reeds
'til the water will boil
I'ma take all of our seeds
grind 'em down to oil
I'ma keep plowing these fields
'til there ain't no soil
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9. |
What If?
04:36
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By the time I got up she was gone
I perceive that I did something wrong
But what did I do?
I gotta see her again
What if I don't?
How will I atone?
I'm just another bloke
Whose flame she did stoke
How could I have known?
Inconclusion flowing through my restless veins
No solution
I am spaced to the point folks are noticing
And I'm faced with a choice I do not fully comprehend
I'm not one to pick sides but then again I am a selfish man
Ain't no easy answers, before I die I'm hoping I can comprehend
What if I don't?
What a cosmic joke
When I grow old
What'll I have sown?
What'll I have ever really known?
No conclusion, No solution
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Conner Casey Washington, D.C.
Conner Casey is a recording artist, and horticulturalist currently living and working in Washington, DC
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