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Friends
04:24
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Are we friends in your mind?
Are you really this kind?
Could you stay on the line for a while?
Have you thought of me much?
Miss the way we would touch?
I can hear in your voice when you smile.
Just how long has it been?
Will I see you again?
Deep within our skin memories lie.
Are they brown, blue, or green?
Do you know what I mean?
In my dreams once again I'm a child.
Are we friends in your mind?
Are you really this kind?
Could you stay on the line for a while?
Have you thought of me much?
Miss the way we would touch?
I can hear in your voice when you smile.
Are you still holding on?
No one knows where you've gone.
like a ghost, you're still haunting my dreams.
Everything feels alright
in these visions at night
You still feel like you're right next to me.
You still living on earth?
What are memories worth?
It's amazing how quickly time flies.
Just how long has it been?
Will I see you again?
Deep within our skin memories lie.
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2. |
A Well-Oiled Machine
05:34
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logging in and tapping out
no one left behind
endless thoughts to think about
share the universal mind
electronic circumstance
the sum of all the parts
live forever digital
synthetic beating hearts
after homo sapien
technology evolves
living like we're gods again
the human problem solved
I'm a well oiled machine
and I'm just like you
I'm a well oiled machine
just like you
keeping track of every move
that anybody makes
saving all the things you love
and blocking what you hate
upload your souls into the clouds
heaven must be real
a database of lives once lived
shop memories to feel
I'm a well oiled machine
and I'm just like you
I'm a well oiled machine
just like you
new religion has arrived
it doesn't hurt one bit
let's hope we got the science right
there's no turning back from it
I'll see you on the other side
I hear it's beautiful
like staring into sunlight
your cup is always full
I'm a well oiled machine
and I'm just like you
I'm a well oiled machine
just like you
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3. |
Addiction to Friction
04:28
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There's an army of earwigs trying to eat my brain,
and a bushel of reasons why I should jump this train.
This muzzle is broken I think I'm wearing it too tight.
My vision is limited so I'm using second sight.
It's an addiction to friction, clouding control.
Submissive superstition. Oh just stick to your role
and this life will repay you with a smile and a wink.
it may not seem fair, but it doesn't matter what you think.
Oh, what a lie.
Don't ask me why.
Cause the thoughts in our heads create the life we perceive.
And from the moment we're born we choose which myth to believe.
It is the people we are verses who we'd like to be,
and there's no telling what kind of person others might see.
I know we'll find a way.
We won't let them win.
We must create friction.
I hope you like the first verse, I kept it hidden for a while.
I played a miniature piano, with that anxious white boy style.
The bridge is rusted over, there's a chance it might collapse.
You know I'd take another route now, but I've shredded all the maps
to feed my addiction to friction. Can't ever get enough.
Like a child plays with fire. When the world calls your bluff.
Some people take the high road, but that's never been my style.
It's the pain that makes me feel good, while you look on all the while.
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4. |
Knock on Wood
03:21
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Got nowhere to hide.
Got nowhere to hide.
Aint got no savior by your side.
You're as good as dead.
You're as good as dead.
They'll put a bullet in your head.
You better knock on wood.
You better knock on wood.
You say it aint no good.
You better knock on wood.
You can't help yourself.
You can't help yourself.
They wonder 'bout your mental health.
Now you've made your bed.
Now you've made your bed.
Do you regret the things you've said?
You're a fucking star.
You're a fucking star.
You're a fucking star.
You're a fucking star.
The King is dead.
The King is dead.
We've got his head.
The King is dead.
Where's your money now?
Your money's no good now.
Where's your money now?
Your money's no good now.
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5. |
Made to Dream
04:45
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When you close your eyes
and you start to dream,
deep inside you know
secrets you will see.
But you are not alone.
We all see similar things.
We were made to dream.
We were made to dream.
Taking your life apart piece by piece
and putting it together again.
it's a mystery my friend.
When you finally reach the end,
you 'll be ready to begin.
When you fantasize,
pictures in your mind.
You can look ahead
or you can fall behind.
You choose where to go
and which stars to align.
You were made to dream.
You were made to dream.
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6. |
Tiny Seed
03:23
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Take a tiny seed.
Push it deep in the ground.
Let the sun heat it up,
and the rain cool it down
'til the stem sprouts through to the surface,
and the roots spread all the way out.
No concern for it's purpose.
or what this life's all about.
A man and a woman
do the mating dance,
give each other love eyes,
a symbiotic trance,
and they throw their clothes on the carpet
and turn the music up loud.
Instincts right on target.
They make their parents proud.
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7. |
Volumes and Tomes
04:46
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I'm feelin' low, low down.
Lower than a hole in the ground.
It wouldn't be so bad if I had someone new to talk to.
And I aint mad at you, no you do you.
And I'd be glad to sing the blues all night.
A dancing fool to dance with you all night.
Her sad beauty lives on memory lane.
Her plush things got left out in the rain.
I can't remember the last time I had fun.
All her shiny things got left out in the sun.
Her sad beauty lives on a prayer.
Cry face emoji, life just isn't fair.
It's been so long, I can't recall
why I even bother, and if it matters at all.
I'm feeling all of the feels like never all at once.
I'm thinking thoughts, many things I ponder.
Time has a way of changing everything.
I'm not on anything. I'm just happy, melancholy.
Youth will fade away, many moons will wax and wane.
Baby I will remain, happy melancholy.
Life has a way, a funny way of happening.
Her beauty sad to me, happy melancholy.
At the end of the day, moods may wax and wane.
I will remain happy melancholy.
Her sad beauty lives on memory lane.
Her love letters got left out in the rain.
I'm feeling all of the feels like never all at once.
I'm thinking thoughts, many things I ponder.
I've forgotten, I've forgotten more than you'll ever know.
What you don't know, what you don't know could fill volumes and tomes.
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8. |
A Sunday Morning Chat
04:04
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While ducklings are hatching
and tube socks are matching,
I've slowly been catching the flu.
Young animals racing.
The doctor keeps pacing.
He's thinking of mating with you.
I don't know the difference
between cold resistance
and subtle persistence, it's true.
There's mice in the ceiling.
I don't like this feeling.
She's kindly revealing the truth.
While kittens are playing
and housewives are praying,
I'm thinking of staying inside.
The breadcrumbs are falling.
Your doctor is calling.
He's proud of how calmly he lied.
I can't quite determine
how this type of vermin
is capable of feeling pride.
Forget confrontation.
We need a vacation.
Our hearts beat along with the tides.
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9. |
Wealth and Success
04:27
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From the moment you're born, they try to keep you in line.
Twelve years in a box is a very long time.
Gotta get a degree and find a ladder to climb.
Buy a house, and a car, and a spouse. Won't that be sublime?
You just want wealth and success doing the things that ya love,
Yeah, you want wealth and success doing the things that ya love,
You know your life is too short to run cause you're afraid of
achieving wealth and success doing the things that you love.
Cause within every moment
is another chance to change.
Take time for introspection.
We're in the golden age.
Every once in a while you get this thought in your mind
that the face in the glass belongs to some other guy.
Just be true to yourself. Yeah, no more living a lie.
Find your passion and give all you got. It can't hurt to try.
You just want wealth and success doing the things that you love.
Yeah, you want wealth and success doing the things that you love.
You know your life is too short to run cause you're afraid of
achieving wealth and success doing the things that you love.
The universal bounty
can be found right here on earth.
Yeah, it's deep within your body.
A gift received at birth.
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10. |
Eggs
03:52
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Eight large white eggs balanced on the table,
some might say more stable than me.
One at a time, I crush them with my mind,
eat the yolks, and dispose of the whites.
Turn off the lights.
Turn off the lights.
Take my right hand and chop off all the fingers.
Put me through the ringer and flee.
Bird in a rage, he won't stay in his cage.
I think we'd all agree it's time well spent.
Shining the dents.
Shining the dents.
There's broken glass in my shoes,
and I don't know what to do.
I guess I'll keep on walking.
Badly cut, but I'm still walking.
Bloody stumps, but I'm still walking
til I'm through.
1,2,3,4 reasons to be lonely
when your one and only has gone.
Crippled on the floor. They've closed and locked the door.
Tiptoe through the egg shells in the dark,
Leaving your mark.
Leaving your mark.
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John Kill Indianapolis, Indiana
Indianapolis independent songwriter, performer, and low budget music producer
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