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Matriarch
06:47
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Though they exist Shy to another
Web of the world False to each other
Stowaways May throw away their lives
No treasure found in Their trash, only self disguise
I'll gather effects from dreams
I'll gather maiden faith
I'll gather zero or two
My faith divides beside you
I'll gather effects from dreams
I'll gather maiden faith
I'll gather zero or two
But will I understand you?
Though at last The shy are free
Cryin' shame They’re veiled by their families
Damned perception Parents never die
No matter who cries They’ll remain silent allies
I'll gather effects from dreams
I'll gather maiden faith
I'll gather zero or two
My faith divides beside you
I'll gather effects from dreams
I'll gather maiden faith
I'll gather zero or two
But will I understand you?
Is the West asleep?
Children are dreaming
Who are they?
Nothing is thrown away
What do we see?
Their works of fiction
What will you do when
No one will write to you
Is the West asleep?
Children are dreaming
Who are they?
Nothing is thrown away
What do we see?
Their works of fiction
What will you do when
Her dreams take hold of you
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2. |
Silhouette Smiles
07:37
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Could you type?
Relieve my broken hand
I’ll preach insurance like a cross
For your holy land
Although your holy land's a fraud
And my hand’s too poor to play God
I would like to find a way
To place your hold in my hand
We’re a crying shame
A familial exception
Nothing more to blame
Than their child’s damned conception
We see rejection
In the crowd of smiles
Our typewriters host the wakes and our
Funerals are seen for miles
The living
Take us by the hand
They’ll preach insurance like a cross
For their holy land
Although their holy land’s a fraud
And their hand’s aren’t fit to play God
They would like to find a way
To place their hold in your hand
Is the mother aware of our womb?
We’re consumed by the fear of blooming soon
In heaven’s parade of
Silhouette smiles
Hideaway
Commune
We are the settlement
Of seclusion
We band united
By illusion playing behind our walls
Is the mother aware of our womb?
We’re consumed by the fear of blooming soon
In heaven’s parade of
Silhouette smiles
Hideaway
Commune
Could you type?
Relieve my broken hand
I’ll preach insurance like a cross
For your holy land
Although your holy land's a fraud
And my hand’s too poor to play God
I would like to find a way
To place your hold in my hand
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3. |
Projections on the Stage
06:32
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I won’t forget the first time we wrote
You gave grace in ambiguity
The red bow that sat in your hair
Imparted the embrace of continuity
When I realized I was dreaming of a face that wasn’t true
Your silhouette changed each night I thought of you
I settled for deception
She settled for despite
Overcoming her shyness
She tells me nothing is right
Nothing is right
You’re veiled by vacancy
Pure when you hide from demons
From where you’re standing
I’m on the other side
I’ll travel every pixel
Inside of your room
From where I’m typing
I’m on your side
We see the East through the eyes of their art
But we both claim to know
What it’s like to live hidden in the alleys of the sun
We own the stage, but have nothing to show
Smiling as it falls apart
Between the scripts, we will grow
In the places you hid your heart
Nostalgic as we play the game
You’re veiled by vacancy
Pure when you hide from demons
From where you’re standing
I’m on the other side
I’ll travel every pixel
Inside of your room
From where I’m typing
I’m on your side
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4. |
Typewriter
08:06
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She threatened the matriarch with ominous corruption
Affinity occults the fear to wake this dream
Of love
Projections on the stage
Of love
With maidens who she adores
Writing pulls us apart
But I’ll break my hand
I need the security of
Knowing when I’ll depart
And it pulls me apart
When I read what you type
I don’t need the word of God
To tell you it’s art
Who are you?
(Who am I?)
Vacant language
(Vacant language)
Reading her broken words
Learn to recite her
Who are you?
(Who am I?)
Dark matter
(No one)
Will you shiver or fall
Like a star from the sky
She leads me down to the settlement of seclusion
Effects were collected in the pixelated nightmares
Of love
She rests within the confines
Of love
With a madness that consumes her
Writing pulls us apart
But I’ll break my hand
I need the security of
Knowing when I’ll depart
And it pulls me apart
When I read what you type
I don’t need the word of God
To tell you it’s art
Who are you?
(Who am I?)
Vacant language
(Vacant language)
Reading her broken words
Learn to recite her
Who are you?
(Who am I?)
Dark matter
(No one)
Will you shiver or fall
Like a star from the sky
Perdition’s a vacant language
She’s the typewriter
Reading her broken words
I learn how to recite her
The door speaks of vacancy
And the shivering star falls
Dark matter consumed the language
We write across the walls
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Natalie Bützer Atlanta, Georgia
Experimental Atlanta musician.
Aka Minnie Moog, for game covers/remixes.
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