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It’s safe, pull the cape back from across your face and step out of the shade
Nobody’s here to relate to you baby
As long as they get paid, they’ll believe anything you say
Life is a game, Truth is a ruse
Whatever you do, pay no mind to the great white dearth around you,
This triumph of the new
I plunged my bare hands into the sun baked earth
Crawled through the sand for miles in search of a made-up world
But this cold, empty crater we spend our lives in
Sprawls out through the dunes and waves to me from the horizon
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American Liberosis
02:37
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I tried to think, but kept tumbling into fruitless utopian wormholes
I tried to speak, but the gulf between us is far too wide for a word to hurdle
In the haze of confusion, we gave away the future
To centrifugal politics and centripetal minds
I tried to walk, but the world was spinning far too fast to stay balanced
I tried to breathe, but the air was thick like a fog with malice
In the haze of confusion, we gave away the future
To centrifugal politics and centripetal minds
I tried to move, but futility is like molasses to wade through
I tried to choose, but found history hanging around us like a noose
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Cartoon Monsters
04:05
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Texture crawls out from the blur of a free fall
The pins and the needles resolve
Into the gentle ache of a slow climb
I throw my arms wide open to find
A stream of madness bursting out of the fog
Chasing cartoon monsters over the edge of the falls
Imagine inertia’s henchmen gazing up at the sky with hopeless eyes
Texture crawls out from the blur of a free fall
The pins and the needles resolve
Into the gentle ache of a slow climb
I throw my arms wide open to find
A stream of madness bursting out of the fog
Chasing cartoon monsters over the edge of the falls
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Birds of Paradise
03:44
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Spotlights in a fever dream that search for you in the shadow jungle
It’s a thin line between my swagger from my stumble
Outside, the air is loose, I got a grinning demon pulling me toward the lights
Where lust and passion are waiting for me to give myself to the night
Tonight I’ll dress you up with my eyes
In pieces of fabric I tore from the sky
The evening don’t glimmer like it used to baby
But I haven’t worried about it at all lately
I tried to banish the doubt from my mind
Told myself I could improvise, that time was on my side
But still the feeling persisted like a black hole in my thoughts
It chased away my passion, it crashed my patience into the rocks
Tonight I’ll dress you up with my eyes
In pieces of fabric I tore from the sky
The evening don’t glimmer like it used to baby
But I haven’t worried about it at all lately
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I live in a storm of intuition
I let my mind wander out where the knives glisten
You might catch my eye, feel your skin brush up against mine
But there’s nothing in these eyes - no heart to touch, no secrets to find
The distance is thick, and my mind is running
Away with the pit weighing down in my stomach
So I smile and make sense when I speak
But there’s a canyon between us that you can’t see
Present these papers, utter these words, take a place in line
I can see you’re lost in the space between your words and your mind
You might catch my eye, feel your skin brush up against mine
But there’s nothing in these eyes - no heart to touch, no secrets to find
The distance is thick, and my mind is running
Away with the pit weighing down in my stomach
So I smile and make sense when I speak
But there’s a canyon between us that you can’t see
I watched you flicker in the streetlights
I watched you disappear
So I smile and make sense when I speak
But there’s a canyon between us that you can’t see
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Eamon Doyle Los Angeles, California
Eamon Doyle is a thirty-year-old multi-instrumentalist and producer based in Los Angeles. His music incorporates elements from funk, prog, alternative, and industrial, and has been compared to artists including St. Vincent, Beck, A Perfect Circle, Gorillaz and Nine Inch Nails. ... more
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