1. |
Salvos Of Extrapolation
02:52
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And the story goes…
What is wrong with Thom McCann?
No wallabies, Rude salesman.
Off to Sav-On. Tantrum.
I was banned.
Went to Wards
to get some cords.
"A husky boy" the girl roared. Deflated.
Thrifty ice cream
once again.
Have you never seen light?
Thought the Pope
released you to pursue a life
that issued a child like me,
a brother you hated ,
a sister from our mom made three.
But still you still leave
Cause mom made
more money than your dumb degree.
A parking lot you attend.
I’m sorry your ego was bruised.
And the story goes …
What is wrong with Thom McCann?
No wallabies, Rude salesman.
Off to Sav-On. Tantrum.
I was banned.
Went to Wards
to get some cords.
"A husky boy" the girl roared. Deflated.
Thrifty ice cream
once again.
Fat face!
Where is my dad where is my dad?
No place!
you’re stuck in sad! you’re stuck in sad!
Disgrace!
You left four kids… don’t forget one was dead.
I scream once again!
again!
A decade and more.
Came to visit just in time.
Saw you water lawn.
“My letter from Berkeley”, I said.
You barely made a sound.
Went back to water those rose-beds.
So I shut that mind.
continued writing,
time flew.
Saw that mom was crying.
She told me that you had died.
I went to a party instead.
And the story goes…
What is wrong with Thom McCann?
No wallabies, Rude salesman.
Off to Sav-On. Tantrum.
I was banned.
Went to Wards
to get some cords.
"A husky boy" the girl roared. Deflated.
Thrifty ice cream
once again.
Fat face!
Where is my dad where is my dad?
No place!
you’re stuck in sad! you’re stuck in sad!
Disgrace!
You left four kids… don’t forget one was dead.
I scream once again!
oh no...
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2. |
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Dazzled by lights on
these square pocket watches.
Its costing trillions...
neuronal bytes
forming grey-matter blight.
Have you noticed the blur?
Our feelings are already rare.
Here’s my chance
at philosophy-
Pain... poignant sieve.
Warning: Beware of these
digital lives
or we’re all dead things.
Anti-trusts bellow
cookie dust that powers
false reputations.
soaks down inside
till what’s left? Thicker hides.
Have you noticed the blur?
Our feelings are already rare.
Here’s my chance
at philosophy-
Pain... poignant sieve.
Warning: Beware of these
digital lives
or we’re all dead things.
Face devoid.
Unresponsive things.
Face devoid.
What are these things?
Social-tech masters
hiding their own children
from Algorithms…
Process all others.
Screen time increasing.
Have you noticed the blur?
Our feelings are already rare…
and the merits of sharing
is all that matters.
Try to shut down/untie.
Have you no left to blur?
Our feelings are already rare.
Here’s my chance
at philosophy-
Pain... poignant sieve.
Warning: Beware of these
digital lives
or we’re all dead things.
Face devoid.
Unresponsive things.
Face devoid.
Unresponsive things.
We’re all dead things.
What are these things?
What are these things?
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3. |
Long Live Pegasus!
05:48
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Earthen hospitality
grows proportional
to engine
savvy until the imagined
idyll is forever
lost to the growth
of humid
jungles and ocean expanse…
And the deserts follow
ruination of the
fashionable
anthropoid’s sustenance.
Ageless speaks of myths, old beings.
The monoliths are ancient
Wonders speak of dead cities
beneath our feet.. Ageless?
redundant robots
devolving to create
destruction
of lights of god metropolis.
They should abdicate and
melt the throne to release
this spaceship
of wires, concrete, subhumans.
Papyrus condemned
before paper mills
before electric
systems fried, race erased.
Ageless speaks of myths, old beings.
The monoliths are ancient
Wonders speak of deep cities
beneath our feet.. Ageless?
Deaf to this rare earth
Deaf to the kids
Deaf to the sciences
It’s deaf to us:
No age is Ageless!
Deaf to this rare earth
Deaf to the kids
Deaf to the sciences
It’s deaf to us:
No age is Ageless!
Death to the kids,
Death to the kids,
(No Age is )
Death to the sciences,
It’s death for us…
(Ageless!)
Death to this rare earth!
Death to the kids!
Long Live Pegasus!
It’s Death for us…
For the rest of us
there’s no rest for us.
Long live Pegasus
and what’s left of us!
and what’s left of us?
and what’s left of us?
and what’s left?
Not us!
and what’s left of us?
and what’s left of us?
and what’s left?
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4. |
Platinum Grip(e)
03:27
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My platinum knees almost agree.
A boutade of thoughts
follows me…
A pig proves private roots indeed.
The glory and horrors
of the intellect the intellect
the intellect the intellect!
Im olden. Wow,
I’m sitting in the same seats.
You’re golden now
but you’re heading for those same seats.
Weapon-salve, a fantasy.
Split atom precedes
a mil’ degrees.
Deep down dive is crushing me.
Cephalopods reply:
you’re insidious insidious
insidious insidious!
Im olden. Wow,
I’m sitting in the same seats.
You’re golden now
but you’re heading for those same seats…
Solar red indentured scream
Swallows up blue dot.
That’s everything.
Empty fields the future brings.
To the power of
infinity infinity
infinity infinity!
Im olden. Wow,
I’m sitting in the same seats.
You’re golden now
but you’re heading for those same seats.
…was golden, wow.
I was golden, wow.
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5. |
L.P.Tanks
03:14
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L.P. tanks
Had enough!
This place stinks!
L.P. tanks
Had enough!
Rhinoplasty!
Mind race.
Can’t win.
Let go.
(Help me!)
Spin spin spin.
Shit gates.
Shit codes.
Can’t find
(Help me!)
Vídeo?!
Lifetime locked in
I’m busy… ring ring…
What is it ?!
I’m dying …
Where's my things ?
I’ll never know!
They know
They hide
Small win
(Help me!)
Die die die!
Sounds harsh
I know.
Just words
(Help me!)
To let go!
Life was locked in.
… busy writhing
It hurts me.
Stop crying.
They’re just things
I never knew!!
Past tense: Dying, they stole something!
Past tense dying: What L.p.s?!
No more.
all gone.
What’s left?
(Help me!)
My own songs!
My toys,
Heirlooms,
Letters,
(Help me!)
My two-inch tunes!
Much more,
My books,
art works…
(Help me!)
I beat those crooks!
Lifetime locked in
my cranium.
It's all done.
No crying.
Have what I needed.
I always knew!
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6. |
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The Former World!
Plagues and People,
Dissenting Opinions.
American Holocaust.
The Human Zoo
The Former World!
Plagues and People,
Dissenting Opinions.
American Holocaust.
The Human Zoo
is filling with
Man And His Gods.
The Former World!
Critical Path:
the Kings Or People.
a Quark And a Jaguar.
The Frenzy Of Renown
The Former World!
Critical Path:
the Kings Or People.
a Quark And a Jaguar.
The Frenzy Of Renown
grows…then dies…
The Night Is Large.
We want a more perfect heaven
We need a more perfect heaven
We lost…
A More Perfect Heaven!
Scatter, Adapt,
And Remember
Far As Human Eye Could See:
Infinite Tropics,
Earth In Mind,
The Gift…
Dazzles Gradually.
We want! We need! We lost!
We lost the former world.
A more perfect heaven
dazzles gradually.
We lost the former world
far as human eye could see.
We lost!
A more perfect heaven
dazzles gradually…
We lost!
It was so perfect!!
We lost the former world!!!
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