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there are scan lines in real life
(i saw it with my own eyes)
as if the world couldn't decide what to do with life for a second
everything we know is a lie
(i saw it with my own eyes)
within me now, worries arise
the Earth is alive
so i'm going on a road trip
to find what i never had
to see what i never saw
i think i'm done being trapped in this home
and when i look back at the end, at the wasteland,
i'll know
the world sits comfortably in my hands
there are scan lines in real life
i saw it with my own eyes
as if the world couldn't decide what to do with life for a second
everything we know is a lie
i saw it with my own eyes
as if the world couldn't decide what to do with life for a second
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interstate
03:53
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one by one in a line
road stretches far
looks like the end is unaccounted for
but one inch at a time
don't look for an answer
you might find yourself outside of Earth
and i watch the road go on
through the windshield and sun
nothing's ever the same
when speeding through frames
one by one in a line
cars between cars
should suitable for life, why's it draining ours
but to see something new and pretty in the towers
you might find they're nice as the flowers
but the world beyond, untouched
cuts right through the fog
i'll see it for myself
a window in hell
interstate!
and the world beyond, untouched
cuts right through the fog
i'll see it for myself
a window in hell
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sun what are you doing
the air is so bright
and all that i see
is white
daylight drifting upwards
the coming of noon
the peak of your arc
soon
a second of drought
as you move behind a cloud
oh i love what you're doing
the air is so bright
and all that i see
is white (light shifting down)
thinking about later
the hills all maroon
although what is time
for you?
oh i love what you're doing
oh i love what you're doing
the sun moseys down, and the lights flicker out
oh i love what you're doing
through the windshield now i can see you
but only as a reflection of my perception
let me be there, staring into you
reading your mind
the only thing keeping me from seeing
beyond just up, down, cycle, what's your meaning
preference, partiality, endless sea of gravity, hung above and lost within, i need you to connect with me
sun, how are you doing there up in the void
had you ever learned to enjoy it
looks like the end won't be for a little while
so i'll watch with wide eyes and smile
oh i love what you're doing
oh i love what you're doing
the sun moseys down, and the lights flicker out
oh i love what you're doing
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radio
02:45
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radio tower / powerlines
05:00
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one, two, three
inaudible cacophony
complaining about a route
let me see
twisting, turning endlessly
i get why it doesn't compute
static, in my eyes
those old transmissions fill the sky
do they always find a home
and when they do, do they die
i hear those silent lines and it goes like:
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(telecommunications, tell me where you begin)
(signal between the stations, that's where the flowers live)
who runs along the old heavy road?
the powerlines
who knows the landscape here most of all?
beside my car, running far
who runs along the old heavy road?
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god help us
this is life, the convenience store
(life on Earth)
plastic bags all litter the floor
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bathroom fluorescent light
monotone hum
i know you can see the look in my eyes (you're staring into me)
a look of pleading
and you want to be free of these four walls immediately
but there's nothing i can do to help you
and i stare
monotone hum
the sky as i exit
screens on screens, a blank slate
i see the afterimage of you
a blue-green streak next to the sun (and the clouds and the trees)
do you like it up there
how's the weather, do you like the wind in the leaves
i guess i'm taking you with me, after all
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greenery continuum
03:02
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cloudwatching
08:37
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when i get sick of the Earth
i look to the sky
the road, the trees, and the dirt
i keep wondering why
fluffy white cloud up ahead
release me of all my dread
focus on the sky instead
by spooling invisible thread
i let my mind wander
(when i get sick of the Earth, i look to the sky)
looking for something else in clouds
hoping to get a glimpse of the other side
but watching it take shape, and leave
when i get sick of me
i caught a glimpse of something i've dreamed of
white and fluffy in the air (unfair, taunting)
but then it started morphing, changing
becoming something i didn't like
in the sky, morphing, changing
wondering why (unfair)
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hi kitty
how do you deal with the sun
on your back all day long
i've been chasing it all day
how do you lounge in the field
all your life by the highway
while i'm wandering on
soon to be gone
oh kitty, tell me
how do you deal with the Earth
and just stay put while it turns
nauseating spinning mess
how do i stay with my head
in this fucked up impressionist plane
it's hard to stay focused when my thoughts and the world are the same
CAT:
hold your head up love
but keep your wide eyes shut
and then you won't break down
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the field of wildflowers
07:14
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morning, midnight, sun...
the field of wildflowers
i was looking for something else
but given the Earth, i don't think it's coming out
the field of wildflowers
seems like nothing in hindsight but
it appears to sustain you, entertain you
so i'll give it a shot, why not
(the field of wildflowers)
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seven pm sundown
03:38
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look! in the sky!
10:47
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look in the sky
three blinking lights
red, blue, green in my eyes
they are here for me
focus
drifting tire
but i see it
getting higher
getting brighter
holding on
to something i
did never comprehend
the end of us
is close enough
i'm lucky to be among the stars
and all the things that i never got to do are bugging me
they're running through my mind as i gaze up at the light hanging in the night
and i think i've lost my mind, or maybe i'm really gonna die
oh all the things that i should have done keep running through my mind
look in the sky
three blinking lights
red, blue, green in my eyes
they are here for me
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radio
00:36
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telecommunications
05:00
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telecommunications, tell me where you begin
and where do you end up
signal between the stations
that's where the flowers live
that's where the flowers live
little houses on the frequency line
knock on the doors and see what lives inside
telecommunications, that's where the flowers live
that's where the flowers live
swimming in static
as i lift above the landscape i am ready to see
but it all becomes erratic
and i realize i am still completely lost
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(attention drifting)
(to the powerlines running fast along the sky)
(stationary, but overlooking the ground, the hills, the road, the sky)
little houses on the frequency line
knock on the doors and see what lives inside
telecommunications, that's where the flowers live
that's where the flowers live
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long road II: moon
02:00
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red blinking lights, the communication zone
reaches out to the horizon
oh, to be forever stationed
at the same point while the Earth changes
the rubble, dirt, and grime, built up over time,
towering high, the garbage heap
TVs, CRTs, pictures, DVDs
anything you like, the garbage heap
the flowers, wind, the air, the lighthouse, comfort
hold onto it, the garbage heap
a flash within the void, a speck to be destroyed,
just pass it by, the garbage heap
(above me i can see it)
behind us
behind us
the final landmark is behind us
approaching
the end of the road
the wasteland waits for me at the edge
surely
surely i'll find what i'm looking for
the wasteland...
can you see it too?
all the world is
broken
flowers shrivel up
in the moonlight
the Earth lays bare
no hiding from its dark side
cold chaos spinning, round and round
(let me into the darkness)
why didn't i see
(let me into the darkness)
what i wanted
(let me into the darkness)
is the world this barren
(let me into the darkness)
but at the end now
i look backward
towers, paths, flowers, sun, street, cats
the whole damn world is priceless
can you see it too?
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