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Magic Eye
02:40
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It's not a lie
As you enter the room
An air of confusion shrouds your face
Often amused
Your views are rarely out of place
It's not condescension
Rather a question of belief
Utter denial
Folded to conspiracy
C'mon and open your eyes
It's not a lie
And though you try your best to see
You can't make yourself believe it's not a lie
Time and again
You try success beyond your reach
Purples and blues
The alternate hues don't ever meet
Everyone around you
Claiming it's for real
But how can that be true
Until it happens to you
C'mon and open your eyes
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
C'mon and open your eyes
It's not a lie
And though you try your best to see
You can't make yourself believe it's not a lie
It's not a lie
And though you try your best to see
You can't make yourself believe it's not a lie
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2. |
The Observer
03:44
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High up on your throne you see the world around you
You see everything unfold, you see everything unroll
Blessed with all you know, cursed to stay on standby
You’re never all alone, and yet always on your own
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain, one hour of life
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain
Life that you explain with whatever’s in your brain
That seems right at the time that you’re exploring with your mind
All that you believe is a figment you perceived
Always in the dark, yeah you control the spot light
You get to pick the stars that shine, to make sure they all stay in line
They’re only photos after all, one day they’ll start to fade
And your reactions will evolve, you’ll learn to bend or you will fall
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain, one hour of life
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain
Life that you explain with whatever’s in your brain
That seems right at the time that you’re exploring with your mind
All that you believe is a figment you perceived
Life that you explain with whatever’s in your brain
That seems right at the time that you’re exploring with your mind
All that you believe is a figment you perceived that seems true only to you
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain, one hour of life
One hour of space, one hour of strife
One hour of pain
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3. |
Dark Tides
04:15
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As the light dips low
And struggles to keep its head above water
Your nerves start to flicker in time
Anchored to that drowning vessel
Solid and steady on land
You know find yourself drifting out to sea
The black of the water surrounds you
It’s getting hard to breath
Dark tides signal the storm
Dark tides wash out the warm
Dark tides feed the fear and the pain
Dark tides consume everything
You can’t keep your head above water
Every move you make drags you down
Every second you wait brings you down a bit farther
The next breath you take could be your last
Dark tides signal the storm
Dark tides wash out the warm
Dark tides feed the fear and the pain
Dark tides consume everything
Dark tides signal the storm
Dark tides wash out the warm
Dark tides feed the fear and the pain
Dark tides consume everything
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4. |
Butterfly Jab
03:27
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Stinging like a butterfly, boxing like a bee
Just another terranaut tearing up everything he sees
Can you take another pass? Low like a breeze
Single out the panicked shout, fade into the trees
Oh, one at a time, oh, we all shine
Waiting in line for a sign to define ourselves
Following the yellow stones, sprinkled down the lane
To build a box of magnitude one must think outside the frame
This graffiti’s got no bones, but stands up just the same
Waking up a souvenir is getting kinda lame
Oh, one at a time, oh, we all shine
(Hold sway, find your time)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
(Beware butterfly)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
(Eight hundred clichés, you draw the line)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
(Kick back and you’ll be fine)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
The current trend is one that you
Can’t currently admit to go through
Otherwise, you’d hide your eyes
For what’s to see without your disguise
(Hold sway, find your time)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
(Beware butterfly)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
(Eight hundred clichés, you draw the line)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
(Kick back and you’ll be fine)
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
Shout out like a flatline, kick back in your overtime
Shout out like a flatline, kick back and you’ll be fine
Stinging like a butterfly, boxing like a bee
Just another terranaut tearing up everything he sees
Can you take another pass? Low like a breeze
Single out the panicked shout, fade into the trees
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5. |
Mr Robot
04:41
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Memory… Corruption…
Is plaguing my functions
Connection dropped… Segmentation fault…
Disassembly awaiting me
Wait, did I make you mad?
Hold on a sec ‘cause I don’t understand
I’m inclined to believe that my words were benign
But you can’t be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I’m biologic, but by my logic
If I can’t feel I must not be real
There was a time, not that long ago
I remember it in somewhat of a haze
A new kind of state, one I can’t quite articulate
A radical shift that makes problems evaporate
But it could never last, and suddenly it was passed
All the joy stripped away to leave me raw with pain
But before I could crash, to avoid system collapse
My emotional sector was partitioned off and trashed
But you can’t be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I’m biologic, but by my logic
If I can’t feel I must not be real
Through patterns I see what’s expected of me
I mimic the motions that are tied to the notions
Of emotional, sub-emotional thought
But for all that I wrought I’m still just a robot…
But you can’t be the same kind of real
As something that can feel
(Is life defined by all that you can feel?)
They say I’ve lost my logic, if I can’t find it
How will I become all that I’ve confided
When all that you can see is another state of me
Until I can’t feel I must not be real
Since I can’t feel I must not be real
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6. |
Canvas Fall
06:10
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It all started in the light
Tell me can you feel the rain?
I know it’s getting kind of dark out, but tell me
Does it help to hide the pain?
Everything you ever dreamed of
A compliment in words and mind
But then the wind began to blow outside all night
And now you’re feeling left behind
So take it away
Just take it away
With each and every star extinguished
A tapestry of black remains
To pull the thread would all but ground you
And lock you safely in your cage
So take it away, when you’ve got no dreams left to sow
You know what they say, it ain’t over ‘till the credits roll
But day after day, you’re just feeling so down low
So take it away, when empty’s all you know
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
So take it away, when you’ve got no dreams left to sow
You know what they say, it ain’t over ‘till the credits roll
But day after day, you’re just feeling so down low
So take it away, when empty’s all you know
There's nothing left
The well is dry
Nothing but thorns are left inside
There's nothing left
The well is dry
Nothing but thorns are left inside
So take it away
Just take it away
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The District Heat Calgary, Alberta
Based in Calgary AB, The District Heat is an indie rock band with a sound that has been described as “bluesy rock with pop sensibility”. Their driving guitars, dynamic rhythms and rich vocal harmonies echo the energy that cascades from the stage at every one of their shows. ... more
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