1. |
The Nihilist
05:47
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The sky is closing in on us
No one is left who’s worth our trust
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
That’s for sure
We’re going backwards
Never forward
Once we’d become what we had feared
The poisoned fruit of bitter years
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
That’s for sure
We’re going backwards
Never forward
Beyond the clashing of the spheres
Home’s where you are
But you’re not here
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
Nothing
Really matters
Anymore
That’s for sure
We’re going backwards
Never forward
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2. |
Automatic Pilot
03:30
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After the icebergs
Crippled by the storm
Bereft of water
Clinging to our souls
I see the outlet
Narrow through the hills
We’ll make it somehow
How I hope we will
We think we’re mere gods
Our culture is defiant
We’re on automatic pilot
We’re on automatic
Can’t be alone
Or we border on violence
We’re on automatic pilot
We’re on automatic
Too much to reckon
Little to absolve
Our social conflicts
Riddles never solved
Too much for bitter,
Sad men to endure
Too much for women
Stifled by love’s “cure”
The abject discord
Is not given to silence
We’re on automatic pilot
We’re on automatic
Ambivalent swarms
Of emblematic tyrants
All on automatic pilot
All on automatic
Gone are the prisms
Of light that led the way
Stealthy reflections
Foreshadow decay
The future dithered
’29 again
The anxious, hurried
Lies of learned men
Can’t venture to hope
For a world free from violence
We’re on automatic pilot
We’re on automatic
The system so made –
Slavery survived science
All on automatic pilot
All on automatic
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3. |
Sleepwalking
03:00
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We dream away our nights
And sleepwalk through our days
Into evening
And when we’re tired of trying
And all the skies are gray
We’re defeated
There is no chance to fight
Without control of our own lives
Freedom without the chance to fly
We’re waiting for the time
To reconnect and stay
Without leaving
The hours flashing by
Remind us of the hopes
That are fleeting
There is no chance to fight
Without control of our own lives
Freedom without the chance to fly
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4. |
Russian Flavors
03:25
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Gone are the days of rushing mobs
Back to the time of instant woe
Where will we be with patience gone
How will we have the strength to know
The taste of Russian flavors
The dream of being weightless
Ignorance lives where truth is known
Using your fear keeps you in chains
I think it’s best to just stay home
Than to partake and to complain
The taste of Russian flavors
The dream of being weightless
The taste of Russian flavors
The dream of being weightless
Given the trend of endless show
Ornaments ready for display
Theatre devoid of wisdom’s glow
Financing bland, cultural waste
The taste of Russian flavors
The dream of being weightless
The first to care’s the last to know
Hoping new tides will bring us back
Into a wave of righteous love,
art, and pure equity in fact
The taste of Russian flavors
The dream of being weightless
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5. |
Sense of Loss
04:10
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Darling
Since you’ve been gone
The sky seems less blue
Baby
Since you’ve been gone
The world seems less true
It’s just too much though
I can’t find a way around your shadow now
Lately
The moon is full
The basin so clear
Darling
What would I do
To have you still here?
It’s just too much though
With layers of ice upon the window
Right now
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6. |
Trustfall
02:42
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I feel the night
I feel the night
I feel indifferent
As I am now
I feel scared
I feel high
I feel nothing in my soul
Won’t you bring me back there
At once
Time is suspect
Time is empty
Time transfixes
In this madness
I sing my heart
I want pure skies above me
All I know is
Just what I’ve got
With these chains surrounding
Won’t you take me home?
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7. |
Sustenance and Sleep
04:07
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Sustenance and sleep
I can’t really live without both
The role that I should keep
Interjects itself in my soul
I’ve got sunburn in November
Bless my heart
I can’t take more of this weather
Through to March
Sustenance and sleep
Gotta get me out of this cold
Who I’m supposed to be
Now I doubt that God even knows
I’ve got rainbows on my shoulders
Bless my heart
I’ve got mascara all over
Mocking art
I’ve got winter in my fingers
Holding yours
I’ve got people who know better
Sustenance and sleep
Feel like I could make myself whole
Ways that I should be
The world’s just gonna have to implode
I’ve got winter in November
Bless my heart
I’ve got some kind of good temper
That’s a start
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Helen Caddes Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles based singer, songwriter, and political activist.
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