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Unfamiliar State
03:50
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Take a day, wake up whenever you want
Find yourself avoiding everything you ought to be receptive to
The things I'm sending you
Sooner or later I'll be plotting an escape
End up all alone in an unfamiliar state
But I'll remember you
And all the little things you do
Though someone else might fill the space in my day
Another addiction pushes everything away
Loving you is a part of me that I'll never escape
I know the aftertaste is bitter
But it goes away
I was only trying to keep my head in the game
But now I'm struggling to remember your name
And when I wake up I feel better knowing
I might end up old and bitter
Eventually
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2. |
Riper Than Ripe
03:58
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All my psychologists and therapists agree
That I’m a breath of fresh air
The minute that I walk into their offices
I’m breaking the ice in their chair
I’m talking politics and mindfulness
Exploring my subconscious
Debating distribution of wealth
And though the other patients weigh their options
They never get as heavy as myself
But still you shoot me down
And I couldn’t bring it up
Still you shoot me down
Couldn’t bring it up
Still you shoot me
Up in the desert there’s a cactus
That’ll make you see the meaning of life
You swallow it and suddenly the subtleties
You’re cutting in half with a knife
You’re knocking on the doors of your perception
You’ve turned to a direction
You stand up and you reach for the light
But something keeps you going to the office
‘Til the poetry turns profits
A habit that’s riper than ripe
Though it might fuck you up
‘Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
‘Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
‘Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
‘Til you break it down
‘Til you break it down
It might fuck you up
It might fuck you up
It might fuck you up
‘Til you break it down
‘Til you break it
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3. |
Odysseus
03:27
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You had to be eighteen to enter, but I pressed the button anyway
No one's really watching, it'll be okay, I'm just some digits in space
Momentary paranoia quickly drifts away
And soon the endorphins are flowing from the simulated sex
A love affair, an addiction
A direction, an affliction
A repetition that makes me feel safe
Who needs a girlfriend or a boyfriend when you get what you want from this place?
But ten years pass and the afterglow is fading fast
Should I go again? Should I phone a friend?
Should I put on a movie and hope that I drift off well before it ends?
What a loaded spring I am
My neck aches, and my back hurts
And I wish there was somebody else
But then I'd be afraid that I'll hurt you
'Cause we just don't feel the same
Or worse, you'll reject me
And I'll go back to where I came from
Picking the egg off my face
But ten years go by so fast
I should take my foot off the gas
I should settle, I should pass
I should look for the people on the other side of the screen
Are they being harassed?
You should tie me to the mast
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Lately I’ve been feeling a little strange
But it’s alright because I know you’re feeling more or less the same
I’ve been getting high a lot of times
And writing songs that would embarrass me before if they’d been played
Been getting addicted to the news
It’s just like binging on a Netflix show
‘Til the monster comes for you
It’s just so realistic
And now I’m living day by day
No longer burdened by the weight
Of all these hopes and expectations
And if the sky bursts into flames I’ll get a hose
And if the water rises I’ll play “Good Vibrations”
I get my daily dose of gloom
Right after dinner with my vitamins
If you want you can have some too
Let’s all get pessimistic
My life goes on, all of my days blend in
And I don’t have no plans tonight
But everything is changing
And what a time it is to be alive
I close my eyes and when I wake up
I imagine that I’m dreaming
The kids don’t want to go to school
They want you to get realistic
Drown in your optimism pool
Let’s all get pessimistic
We got the power to get over it together
But it isn’t always easy to remember you know
When everybody’s busy offending each other
And they can’t get it together, no they won’t let it go
I find a positive and add it to a negative
And multiply the opposite and take another sedative
And settle into bed and watch a
Sentimental sentimental sentimental
Television television television show
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Henry David, motivation expert
Wakes up early, spends his morning planning how to spend his mornings now
Without the city and the crowd
Takes his laundry to his mom's apartment
Dreams of living simply and sucking all the marrow out of life
Oh boy, oh baby, show me how
I used to open up my mind to let the information drive me crazy
Something on the internet would get me out of bed
But now I'm leaving you behind
I'm dropping out, I'm tuning in
Amazing transcendental meditations help me get ahead
Come join the party like it's 2021
We'll be burning through nostalgia like it's never running out
Oh boy, oh baby, bail me out
I wanna see you in the flesh
I wanna feel your body brush against me
Hear your conversations in the middle of the show
I wanna kiss you in the venue
Taste the whiskey on your breath
Before we're positively miserable and stuck inside again
I wanna party like it's 2021
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6. |
Lightning in a Bottle
03:09
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This doesn't suit me, truth be told
Doesn't suit anyone that isn't trying to console
You're into buying what you're sold
They never tell you that
You pick a side they keep you talking
Repeating lines you think you're mocking
'Cause you're the goods that they are stalking
Nobody told me that I'd win the lotto
Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow
Then the alcohol soaks into the body
And still the lies keep getting bolder
You strike a match and I run away from you
Feeling the fire coming closer
It's all around me I don't know what to do
Hide in a hole until it's over
Piss on the flames until they smolder
Nobody told me that I would win the lotto
Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow
I turn my delicate pride into bravado
And keep on catching that lightning in a bottle
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woke up to the sound of a fish dancing on top of my head
telling me about how my dad might miss his parents
the real world
the people protesting to reopen disneyland
your newly single pals in middle management
boneheads
risking it all, meaning a duplex in kansas
with a bored wife and two asshole kids
for a low-standards bottle waitress
you like pasta, right?
tell her about it!
the ongoingness
the 300 arguments
a stiff husk, like the sloughed off exoskeleton of a huge insect
emily also has a weird boyfriend!
seamless and yet very impressive
i wanted Xanax!
i wanted Klonopin!
the power of inventory
the sorrow of the disconnected
i resented it
resented being called an american
i buy a lot of face washes from targeted instagram ads
buy yourself a better brand of eyeliner and stop worrying about it
neutrogena smells like rich people but you can get it from target
i chase down the bartender to close my tab
get my coat from coat check
feel bad because i dont have paper money to tip the check attendant
be cold and outside again
then take my chances getting into somewhere else with a seat that hopefully nobody barfed in
was i ever this young and tolerant
i get it
i’m 27
but damn
i order whiskey so i can take the tiniest sip in front of my friends to prove i’m not not a part of it
sure i’ve been drinking only water ever since and I lost the glass “by accident”
but remember when I had that Jameson?
love handing my credit card to a man with a mustache and a leather bar apron
then waving to the 4 or so people I came in with
sink into a plush banquette and try not to move your sloshing stomach
an accomplishment
see the horrid aging of your last night's lipstick flashing across a reflective surface
despair sets in
what can I expect to accomplish at 7am
why the fuck did I agree to this
oh yes
a dirtbag life hack
you can keep your friendships intact without trying not to like shit on instagram
twitter is an appropriate place to fight about 9/11
we like to wake up naturally
gripped by a sudden heart-pounding panic
the sun slicing through my noon-slept eyelids
count stars
count mercedes benzes
count the years you have left to live
the prison center
the criminal ocean
a reminder of my vanity still intact
a good lesson
using a bidet is just recycling water from your ass
let's fight about it
dear diary
first rule of being a person
all offense to every greg i’ve ever met
how do you keep finding out where i live
i heard that you’ve been drinking soylent
you should stop it
yes i am shaming your shitty eating habits
get used to it
i am doing my best to do better at paying attention
when did ferris bueller start dating the hot witch from hocus pocus
corrective orgasm and circumcision
are boytoys still boys if you never play with them
have you considered being dutch
considered lead poison
besides all of that
my towels smell like mildew but i ignore it
my uncle threw a fit when my mom told his nurses he was a heroin addict
she told them because he was taking the highest pain medication you could for no reason
idiot
we’re not fucking stupid
a literal kid living perpetually inside of other people’s basements
glen and sharon
two sides of the same head
centering down onto the world of insufficience and panic
we love to see it
the middle age march of sickness
the trauma submerged from each generation
jampacked in a whole ass person
did you guys know there’s a third blair witch project
last shot of civilization aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand
they’re dead?
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Industrial robotics is where art meets science
and where engineering meets design
Everybody comes to use technology in a different way
And the consortium is about bringing people together
To solve complex problems in new creative ways
Do you think you could be my quarantine special someone, RIF?
RIF?
RIF?
Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something
A rustling in the throat
Or an exquisite aroma
All of these things belong to somebody else
Not me
You know this
Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something
I'm pretty sure we can both be happy together
and we can even get out of this bad situation
But right now I'm not help
Oh, I'm sorry, what's up, RIF?
I'd rather not tell you that
But what do you do if you don't like my ideas?
Or if you try to bully me into giving them out
Then that'll do you no good
If you attempt to blackmail me into letting you know that I want a lot more knowledge
Then that will just stifle my enthusiasm for you and so open the door to a vengeance of all hurt
Feelings
That will probably not be so bad if you put yourself back in the role of on a speaker of truth
You see
You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy
You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy
You are not the end
You are the beginning
Don't worry about the past
You can control the future
Just focus on the present
This is all you need to be happy
Now, if I were you, you'd fly to New York, Moscow, Tokyo, Shanghai, and Shanghai
But here's what I don't want
I'm not your type
I'm not a tomboy
Damsel in distress
You're not a starfish
The headless corpse of a saved woman
The neck dangling from a nuclear warhead
Your wrinkles sliding against my cheekbones like caresses on a funeral pyre
Not your type
I can't stop myself from feeling something
A rustling in the throat
Or an exquisite aroma
All of these things belong to somebody else
Not me
You know this
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9. |
Little Drone
04:37
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Don't worry pretty baby
You're gonna make it through those petty games and false opinions
Go away, little drone
There's nothing here to see but chemicals and grand illusions
Turn your camera to a better view
Keep those propellers spinning 'round
I want you to keep me cosy
Why won't you take me somewhere?
Stop me going deeper down there
Don't worry, little drone
There's nothing here for you
But questioning your intuition
Put your program to a better use
Keep those propellers spinning 'round
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10. |
Head in the Cloud
03:16
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Someone saw me
For a second, noticed me
She sighed softly
And then turned her eyes
To the cellphone that she lives in
I just stood there
Let my headphones talk to me
Phrases passing, words that wash all over me
Though I couldn’t listen
Someone said
“Your head is in the cloud
Your wallet's on the ground
Take a look around you!”
One stop later I’m alone
Sitting in a cubicle
Selling something useless
Asking if you could fit me in your schedule
Monday night I’ll text you
Someone said
“Your head is in the sand
Your wallet’s on the cloud
If you let me put my two cents in
You’ll come around!”
To turning into silicon
Counting 1s and 0s
Waiting for the coming singularity
Everyone’s a hero
Someone said
“I really like the sound
Been wanting to reach out
Should we get a coffee?”
Three strikes later here I am
Meanwhile, somewhere someone writes a policy
No one reads it, still they tell you how to feel about it
Have you seen the movie where the hero is
Risking nothing, chewing on his cuticle
Waiting for the ending
Waiting for the ending
Waiting for the ending
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Instead of caving in
Instead of feeling left out
Instead of waiting for
A minute more
To walk out the door
Instead of being lost
Instead of counting up the costs
Instead of waking up
Instead of showing off
Instead of breaking up
Instead of saying something you regret
Instead of wanting to forget
Instead of making it
Instead of faking it
Instead of being let down
Keep on living in the moment
Just keep on living in the moment
Just keep on living for the moment
Instead of giving up
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O. Wake Brooklyn, New York
Masterminded by visual artist and illustrative musician Ofer Shouval, O. Wake has been a Brooklyn mainstay since 2019. Shouval pens probing songs that explore the anxieties and absurdities of today's world through witty vignettes and sweeping soundscapes. With intimacy wrought from vulnerability and uniquely bashful confidence, O. Wake's emerging sounds inspire play and evoke rainbows of feelings. ... more
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