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Cloves
05:27
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Cloves of something crystal falling
Tell me more and I’ll keep score
Quit before it starts, avoidance
Never guaranteed but torn
All the open valves you have drained
While every parasite is stained
From you
Tender calls in melted color
All the starch you haven’t seen
Tricky for a winner but see
She’s acting for this scene
Enter weak for demolition
Never late for darker visions
From you
Then it all starts falling
All the crystal, all appalling
A faded echo breaks the silence
And it all starts falling
All the crystal starts withdrawing
A stumble causes more for less
Holographic novel models
Keep my sight away from more
Left-turn stricken, pinstripe patterns
Screaming for a lost Before
And her cellmates all are smothered
No cheers heard for this young mother
But for you
Say they made it
Can’t erase it
Say they made it
Say they made it, they can't erase it
Say they made it, they can't erase it
Say they made it
Then it all starts falling
All the crystal, all appalling
A faded echo breaks the silence
And it all starts falling
All the crystal starts withdrawing
All from your defiance
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2. |
After Dark
05:50
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Come and dance with me
Upon this dirty street
Let's paint the town
With a thick sound
With a thick sound
With a thick sound
After dark we seek
All the dirty freaks
No one will see
Do as you please
With that ripping sound
With that ripping sound
Round after round
Civilians hit the ground
Round after round
While there's no one around
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
After dark we seek
All the dirty freaks
No one will see
Do as you please
With that thick sound
With that thick sound
Round after round
Civilians hit the ground
Round after round
While there's no one around
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
The sun won't come out
The sun won't come out
The sun won't come out
The sun won't come out
After dark they seek
All the dirty freaks
No one will see
Do as you please
With that thick sound
With that thick sound
Round after round
Civilians hit the ground
Round after round
While there's no one around
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
The sun won't come out
(Why's the sun so hard to find?)
The sun won't come out
(Why's the sun so hard to find?)
The sun won't come out
(Why's the sun so hard to find?)
The sun won't come out
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
Why's the sun so hard to find?
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Jil
06:10
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This sense is new
Not one that I’m in tune
Preoccupied, beware
In silence we share
My exposure to this hue
Firefly in my view
Less to say, more for me
Excited, I suspend relief
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
I want you
To continue
Stop light, stays to know
More than I intend to show
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden, oh
Forbidden
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Timid quake inside a waking, try to stay keen to stay away
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
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4. |
Silver Wall
04:53
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Electric platform under me
It's all been done before, repeat
Repeat it on and on, silvered peak
To them the feeling's gone, but not me
Inside the message flaws hide the weak
Beside a brand new dawn: old obscurity
Writhing writer's palm, face pale and bleak
All but humor's wrong, tongue in cheek
Scratch the silver wall, don't you see?
There nothing left to call yours or unique
All this time enthralled with its physique
Nothing not for long, Dee
Scratch
Scratch
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Velvet
03:28
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The flat greens extend to a bent fence
Side to side with wood and a little menace
A call heard from inside to break the scene
A blur of black and brown fly by me
He exploded
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
Fall in and out of loopholes
Home's a flexible word
He exploded
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
The flowers hide the weeds and the slope
A fence, too, ends the flow, they'll cope
The dirt is printed and packed down
I feel a warmth come up from the ground
She exploded
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
The purring of their velvet affection
But inside there's a violent correction
She exploded
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
Don't waste my time
You're a waste of mind
Don't waste my time
You're a waste of life
She exploded
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
Explosion
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Reverie
04:13
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The question mark's to simplify my word,
Reflecting something that is left unsure.
A pivot-turn to break a bond with her,
Nothing so absurd.
Her claims are nothing but a fallacy shown through the cracks.
My rights are confiscated to make room for these demanded pacts.
Instead I deviate to show more power than she must expect,
Revolting through bone inside my back.
Boil burns are from the looker's eye.
Faceless names without a reason why.
Employ the man for a kind of sigh,
Following my time.
The killer's name is uttered in no way I'd understand,
The decency, the kindness lost in order to raise up his hand.
Disinterested in anything put past his skin or fault,
It's what you get from him as a result.
Are you on the ceiling?
On whose side are you deceiving?
Do you trust what you believe?
Is it your achievement?
Truth or desire deepens.
Or am I lost in reverie?
I'm sharing all of what I find obscure.
A separation in which I will burn.
Why even leave a drop for the impure?
I have to find a cure.
Vague as doubt, the evening sprouted more ideas to win.
Left and right, a rule or two to aid the obsession.
The trickier you are, the more you lean toward a sin
Secures the best result once you begin.
Are you on the ceiling?
On whose side are you deceiving?
Do you trust what you believe?
Is it your achievement?
Truth or desire deepens.
Or am I lost in reverie?
Are you on the ceiling?
On whose side are you deceiving?
Do you trust what you believe?
Is it your achievement?
Truth or desire deepens.
Or am I lost in reverie?
Are you on the ceiling?
On whose side are you deceiving?
Do you trust what you believe?
Is it your achievement?
Truth or desire deepens.
Or am I lost in reverie?
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Nothing Turns to No One
04:42
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Roll in for another go, somewhat bashful in the snow.
Something's wrong, and it's gone. Nothing new but nothing.
Close enough, this I know, like a secondhand Monroe
Someone's gone, perhaps withdrawn. Nothing new but nothing on.
Coming back my step is slow. Careful for the gentle doe.
Ears perk up and then it's gone: spotted, darted, followed.
On its tail, stop and go. Caught again, we're toe to toe.
Something said, something wrong, nothing new but a new con.
I don't feed, I don't seed,
I can't read the minds in need.
I don't grieve, I won't be,
But it's best if I could see
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
Roll in for another go, thinking why he wouldn't show.
Stepping forward like a pawn, ready to be struck down.
Empty hall, empty foe, hurt by whom I stand below.
Taking hits, I wait for dawn. Nothing turns to no one.
I don't feed, I don't seed,
I can't read the minds in need.
I don't grieve, I won't be,
But it's best if I could see
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
Given time the sign reads no, every step on that plateau.
Inching far from what it cost, nothing but a mindset lost.
Circumstances called a low, ever trapped in a freak show.
Inching far because it's lost, no one's in that eye of gloss.
I don't feed, I don't seed,
I won't scuff my knees to plead.
I don't grieve, I won't be,
But it's best if I could see
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
You don't care.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
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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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AGED is such a captivating piece of art, echoing between my ears with crooning emotion and melancholic melody. I feel like I'm in a cave witnessing someone's hopes slowly erode. And I adore it.
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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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Telamones are a a two-piece that sound huge. Their double-amped fuzzy riffs and thunderous grooves complement well against each of their smooth vocals. I dig their energy.
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