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Live from the Slowdown

by AmberHours

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Greetings From this green and hollowed isle. It’s one version of forever, Newly dismissed And becoming unfit. Identify yourself, Name your other. The year is incomplete; Build it And they’ll run. It’s a flaw show, The places that rebellion goes On a walk through the screen On the first day of new tradition. Under the stream of your faltering back-steps, Another switch Will soon be thrown.
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Small travels On the day after I crash-land my thirties. This thousand-fold Eden With no-one checking its arithmetic. One promise I’ll make you now: You’ll never have to win. Small travels, This thousand-fold Eden, No one checking its sums. This thousand-fold Eden – One promise I’ll make you now – With no-one checking its arithmetic: You never have to win.
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Broken Play 01:24
Love and its lookalikes On her nails, Broken play in her shadow: This monsoon wedding Functions to fiction. There’s no need to preach a case, Or devote to non-believers. Out of the running, The sex is silent. So watch your friends through this time, So watch your friends through: The sex is silent.
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Everybody’s dancing And no-one enjoys it. You have to know the money, The disgrace is in the trade. The disgraces in the trade Will be the last thing I hear, But those stories Resist their telling. You have to know the money: Everybody’s dancing And no-one enjoys it. The disgrace is in the trade.
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The tainted streams: Enjoyable or informative, Always corrosive. It’s bleeding Hell, As spoken by anyone, A hundred percent back-up And still forgetting. Here we are in early agreement, And making it cheap. Any table for two Any table for two And it’s warm enough to be called out: That was your scrap, Your morsel, Your unwanted remains.
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Dreamt improperly, Old habits will die. Old habits will die, Loudly. We’re walking, Walking away from the mess we made With more – Far more – Than I can carry. If our time together Wasn’t enough to trick me; If our time together Wasn’t enough to trip me over; If our time together Wasn’t enough to tip me, Getting away will be. Walking away from the mess we made, Old habits will die. Old habits will die, Loudly.
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Words and electrical pulses for nought.; is this an offer you can refuse?

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released September 14, 2018

Mapping the future through tonal drift is this fool's errand.

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A name from an old song. Old habits dying loudly.

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