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Automaton
02:59
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In your simulated behaviour
modus operandi escape clean
(Faraway from organic being)
Have no mind here
Hearing pragmatic voices
Can it hear me inside in?
See, in time… is the repentant sight
Some spell from Maelzel
or animated gift-gear by your
invisible sins
Mimetic eyes attempted for the new click
but who wants to see?
Fake in analyse
and fear to take
one rational line
The crowd cannot gaze
since has a lonely screen
Seemingly Hadaly’s bless
and the obsession cannot spy aside
This passion not breath likes…
(us)
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2. |
Short Cut
03:03
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Not walking to feel
Lead the look on your front
swirling sense in the skin
Feed the giants in your back
In circles then moves
always forward to have
counter-clock with some thought
and inertia comes next
Stops before it will spin
so, behave without know
Heave
Laid
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Oh, what they do without your mirrors
Don’t look down, old shamed myth
(how much pound your shame?)
Many images that, but still nothing despair
the corner is there?
Yes, always
Some inside see
a slice of you
Try to open that cork
Misery in intensity, release your “leiden”
And fells prestigiously happy
Some “acatalepsie” when
Sewing your way
Down the slope kept
Itself, right to left
Oh, lightened spoilt
Empty and tight
Where is your light?
And are going
eight feets undersigned
in complete haste
Delete the old taste
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4. |
Foolish Hunt
02:15
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Fix in the flesh
Down on your own way
Turn aside on the Church’s Tree
Walk fast
In line into the grove
Shout between the trail
and the ending bench
End of the run
is in the grass cover with red dew
To back, you kneel
and lie, to breath and dry
No will climb
Not want to turn
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5. |
The Second Hollow Man
06:55
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Ceaseless is his lock
Have eyes, and see what (else) they felt
No person face him on the stairways
even falls over his days
Touching is the feeling of one whisper
make of fade faith
Have no smile when he do it
Have no sad in the no face place
Has flesh, and bones, and skin
and sensation of all around
He was inside it ever
So strange to live this law
Has no shape, the days (crossing)
cross through the crowd
He can’t sleep anyway, approaching shame
Nothing cares to perceive his dare
between the months of your joy - and came!
Locked in your own cage
He won’t bleed today
and claim for the sense of sink (grow)
the shattered days - alone in the noon
do the last invisible scrawl
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6. |
Behind Backalley Sounds
03:59
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Places like this always (will) exist
You can take the list
in every sacred soil
(where the) people talk about the order in the storm
Load this principle in all that closed life
With all inside closed doors
Hearing noises from the recording lines
the instructor inexist
to explain how soar in with taste
Lead the way from the park of the Shutting Lips
The desire is not the same to do it
Last is the time to heard this tape
about empty places in the light side
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7. |
New Eastern Mirage
04:03
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The shores are almost in the door
See where the scum do your landmark
Your banner bend near, more and more
Nothing surrender – nothing will stay before
What type of miracle they wainting for?
Every breath already is an old flaw
The banner was gone. Another gift is in the altar now…
Nothing surrender – nothing will stay before
Laughing each time while try to reach
the shores marching back again
carring the banner from your grace
(Far…)
Nothing surrender – nothing will stay before
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8. |
Homilia
03:05
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Go, gone
do your dome
So, gone
get your way to home
Go, some
No way to stay, and fade
No, come
to another trap in vain
Oh! None to
be proud about the dole you do
Go, undone
your wailing ward bound for today
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9. |
Castaway's Lament
04:19
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See the slide
when I think in my
Obsession
Absorbed in the days
of the objective
to nullify
empty corpses on my way
Never stay to see
what about of me
twice times or
many times
I cant’t complete my thirst
Of the same of the celibate
the clousure in the state
faraway from the dressed humanity
solitary with my claims
it’s dreams in vain
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10. |
South Plane Way
02:42
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Overflowing sand
desert, himself
wasteland under clouds
over deep breathing of the engine call
Some place to landing
on my wasted field
who can take the true
of the Icaru’s will
Nothing make he still
Nothing make he seems
the labirinth extrems
Please, feel the blend of wax in the fingerprints
Toward down
the wind cuts the sand
crawl and whip aloud
Search for the castle - the grass
the right pass to evade (only flap noise cross my days)
A summer in pane, the summer live maze
When looking into the eyes of the bright boy
Your laid body, stranger territory
Stranger, already another (one)
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the Glassbox São Paulo, Brazil
Feedback. Carthasis. Some Noise. Some Neu. Some Trouble.
Rosangela
Fernandes +
Michael P.
Chalmer
Alternative/Post Punk/Avante-Garde. Anywhere City.
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