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Boredom
04:42
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The clock ticks in reverse while the numbers trade their place.
I suspect a test to compliment my best attempts
To flex awake.
High voices followed laughs ring in my ears.
It’s all around.
It’s all I found.
Pump. Pound.
The painful degree
Of your jaw’s debris
Brings trouble,
Trouble leads to silence and leads
Back around.
Every pattern twists to grey and their lines are left destroyed.
Condescending chaser helps me but I'm still left
To get annoyed.
A dry snowfall seems so mean and pristine.
It’s all around.
It’s all I found.
Pump. Pound.
The painful degree
Of your jaw’s debris
Brings trouble,
Trouble leads to silence and leads
Back around.
The patterns twist to grey.
Their lines are left destroyed.
They’re so nice to think about the flaws that lie between their ears.
Heavy thoughts are so surreal, I want them
To disappear.
High held spoonfuls of expectations fall.
It’s all around.
It’s all I found.
Pump. Pound.
The painful degree
Of your jaw’s debris
Brings trouble,
Trouble leads to silence and leads
Back around.
It’s all around
It’s all I found
Pump. Pound.
Back around.
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2. |
Spark
05:10
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Take your time, take your time.
I’ll wait patiently in line.
At last the focus fell with a sigh.
The last time we had said goodbye.
But you let go.
Let go.
Let go.
What was that? Welcome back. Head attack.
A past leak, hard to crack the old beak, just before you speak.
Weak stack, telling me to hold back.
The lost thing that I’ve found exhausting is about to cost me.
But, I found my spark
I found my spark
At first you looked bemused.
Not far along, you looked confused.
We stood still and enjoyed the view.
And at the end I took my cue.
Let’s go.
Let’s go.
What was that? Welcome back. Head attack.
A past leak, hard to crack the old beak, just before you speak.
Weak stack, telling me to hold back.
The lost thing that I’ve found exhausting is about to cost me.
But, I found my spark
I found my spark
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3. |
Wandering Mind
03:48
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A wandering mind meets a wandering eye.
Wondering when I'll reach a low.
A passing wave with gleaming light.
Swept up in the undertow.
I can't contain my nervous shake.
And it pumps hard to a degree.
It's impossible, I'm awake?
That light was shined upon for me?
I don't care what you do. I have no reason to hide.
I've been waiting for you. Is too late the right time?
Would you still
Would you still if I will
Do you still
Do you still pop the pills
I fell down to live again.
Mostly cherished it's not mine.
Priceless prize to never win.
For me, once upon a time.
I don't care what you do. I have no reason to hide.
I've been waiting for you. Is too late the right time?
Would you still
Would you still if I will
Do you still
Do you still pop the pills
Would you steal
Would you still feel surreal
Do you still
Do you still feel the chill
Would you still
Would you still make a deal
Do you still
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Connect
04:56
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Do you have the time?
She was remote. Removed.
Connect to me. Connect to me.
Do you have the time?
A quiver catches up and cuts the line
Suppressed intentions seem impatient and resolute
At this time, there is no time.
And all I want is for it to improve.
After long, she tumbles back.
She has her reasons for why and what she shares.
React, contract, subtract, try to soften the impact
And I can’t help with the repairs.
Sticking it behind in the corner you will find something adamant, indifferent to a rock and a hard plan.
Leave it on its side where the others won’t try it happens all the time. Keep a spot dry on the other hand.
Connect to me. Connect to me.
You’re right, I can’t understand.
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Alone
06:28
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The crosshair rolls like unsure eyes.
Released without a sound.
Graceful trip to end before.
There’s something to be found.
Catch my act, then taken prisoner.
Cap the withered mound.
Reverse the cycle, set it straight.
My bullet hits the ground.
Defensive line falls close and down.
Fetching shortened breath.
Eyes are wide in disbelief.
Scrambling far from death.
Lean to comfort, nothing said.
We both know what is left.
Hunter’s weapon shouts and cries.
The only thing I kept.
Some, alone, will never know that this was always ours.
Some you know, will never show, they’re caught between a war.
Some will go and never show, their heart is held so poor.
Some in woe will never know that there was always more.
Don’t go alone, you’ll be missed back home.
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6. |
Bring the Pain
03:20
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I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king
But running decaf we stick em for the cream, check it
Just how deep does it get
Deep as the abyss
And brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross colour, clothes you've crossed over
Now you're totally crossed out, kris cross
Who da boss? Folks get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side, the force, of course
It's the Method, from the Wu-Tang
I be hectic, coming for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, rebels want a ruckus
Bustin at me now, now bust it
Styles, I get buckwild
Method lost it, shit now I lost it, it's going down
Is it real son, let me know it's real son
Let me know it's real son, let me know it's real
Kill one, load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one, if it's really real
When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
I always wondered
When I'd be the number one
Now you listen to de gargon, gargon
Chicka chicka cherranga chang chang
Any man that come test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out their brain
Brothers want to hang around with the Meth bring the rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck man, oh
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, may I promise?
Run it to the ground but I want to know it's real.
Hey Hey Hey
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Seedy Life
03:09
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It all starts here with a man,
And he’s been here for far too long.
And perhaps it isn’t him,
But in fact the mound he’s on.
At night, the locals get unkind,
And then his bullet bites the sky,
He’s lost but he finds a home,
On the road, this man abides.
He can run on his own,
He’s unknown and so alone.
It’s a seedy life at home,
It's a life that he’s outgrown.
Ripping through a nearby town,
This man’s tires mark the time,
A tire blows out in the street,
Now it’s a personal fight.
Several townsfolk unaware,
Others try best not to stare.
But he knows that it’s a sign;
This man’s not just from anywhere.
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8. |
First Degree
04:37
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There's something screaming behind the eye
And it's real clever
She'll leap through some reply
You'd think she'd know better
She'd love to be profound
With her semantics spinning down
A distant winning sighted far
And rigid still within her car.
It was the first degree and it aches
Hard enough to find
And another too soon
If you'd known enough, you'd know
It was the first degree and it aches
Hard enough to find
And another too soon...
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9. |
The Sinkhole
05:54
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Confusion, the worst state of mind
I mind the samples and tend their growth.
The stressful kind, they tend to washout to blindness.
The imbalance, it’s necessary and both
Rapid and unnerving, blessed without serving.
Unkind, essentially swerving
Its aimless selection leave me withered and unabated,
Returning as what you have made it.
While you anticipate it.
There is no bottom in the sinkhole
There is no time to find a way past.
No one is there. No one is there. No one.
Uncertainty, an ugly twin
Rearing its head from its blessed water.
She comes along to slither her way in.
My mind can't control this daughter,
Her actions cause a meet without her.
And in comes Sin, the sophomore,
A team confused begs for the score.
She pans the room for what she comes for,
She’s looking forward more
To the encore.
There is no bottom in the sinkhole
This is the last time you will ever try.
No one is there. No one is there. No one.
Clever, the way you fought my will.
Whatever you have left inside to kill
Never have I seen so much in ruin.
Forever I am left with my wife Sin.
There is no ending in the sinkhole.
This is the highest point you’ll ever face.
No one is there. No one is there. No one.
No one will be accountable.
No one will be permissible.
No one will be the sensible.
The end will be so beautiful.
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10. |
Shackles
04:25
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Captive, in the scene, the light shakes a nervous knee.
And the shot is lost and found a watch ticking fast toward another scene.
Contained the feeling’s there, but it lacks a little more.
An explosion leaks, the blast is weak, thanks to the selfish whore.
Shoot to lie. Shoot to kill. I can’t sit still.
The light keeps my handle mine.
Again I can’t begin to find
A soul who can’t corrupt their own
The queen who came to aid me
Made the instance flat okay. But she
Only came to catch the drift away
She rides the wind, and drifts away.
Drowning, they shoot to fly, and twist and rape and raise their shackles high.
Drowning, they shoot to fly, and twist and rape and raise their shackles high.
Drowning, they shoot to fly, and twist and rape and raise their shackles high.
Drowning, they shoot to fly, and twist and rape and raise their shackles high.
Shoot to lie. Shoot to kill. I can’t sit still.
The light keeps my handle mine.
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11. |
Give Up
07:56
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Panic – I feel insane, the doors are closed but my way’s untamed.
Closely I inspect softly, only to find the best of it’s been maimed.
Question – I’m feeling lame, what exactly does this treatment bring?
Heaven – so out of place, so out of reach, but where’s the real bait.
Screaming just to hear someone, all but gravity’s gone numb, where’s the payoff for this in the end?
Desperate for a reaching hand, climbing from behind to grab consolation from the sand.
A waste of time you spent on hope rewarded with my demands.
I don’t think so.
Your youth deprives you of the insight required to understand.
I won’t give in just yet.
Silence – not in my head, but on their face when I unlock my mind.
Exposure to a new thought, a different view that may disrupt their kind.
Rigid – it doesn’t stick, why won’t they hear me? Why even try?
Untrained – I step one back, set myself aside and then I press rewind.
A shadow falls upon my back, observing one factor I lack, attachment to their proven point of view.
Appeal is not the answer and their truth is not the problem, and my own cannot defend the few.
A waste of time you spent on love rewarded with my demands.
I don’t think so.
Your youth explains the logic and confusion in your hands.
I won’t give up just yet.
I won’t give up, I won’t give up.
Lay it down, lie down, lay it down, lie down.
Panic – the tension peaks, I grip my bride because if I don’t, it grips me.
Hopeful that there’s will save, I’ll follow mine though its heart and soul are raining.
Candor – though now it’s dark, I know the rays will bloom and save me.
Closure – in my position, I feel it’s safe to claim that it’s working.
Screaming for the sake of one, the world’s collapsed upon the sun, attendance will exceed allotted space.
Desperate for a seat up front the guests will stumble deaf and dumb to see a heart in place.
A waste of time you spent on what rewarded with my demands.
I don’t think so.
Your youth bleeds in the soil and it's beginning to expand.
I won’t give up.
I won’t give up
I won’t give up
I won’t give up
I won’t give up just yet.
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12. |
I Grieve for Food
04:05
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13. |
Bully Me
02:35
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I wish I had a curve like hers.
So magnetic and acute.
I wish I had a life like hers,
I wish I could keep my breathing mute.
I wish her glands were fat and skinned,
So abnormally wrecked.
I wish she’d sell her splendor and
I wish I’ll someday see him erect.
Bury me, bully me, bury me, bully me,
Bully me, bulimia, bully me, bulimia.
I wish I saw no shapeless curve.
Magic and stained with puke.
She was born to make cars swerve.
I wish everyone around her knew.
I wish eyes were a light for lust,
As for love we all know what’s true.
I wish signals were a sexual must.
I was born under the glass of duke.
Bury me, bully me, bury me, bully me,
Bully me, bulimia, bully me, bulimia.
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Clidesfeld Minneapolis, Minnesota
Clidesfeld is a project by Brandon Patrick Sullivan. Largely characterized by distortion, tension, and reflection, Clidesfeld is inconsistent in tone and texture.
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The Decayed Realms
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Another music project by Brandon Patrick Sullivan. Haunting minimalist instrumentals between synths and live drums.
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