1. |
80 hour week
04:38
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On the mountain, clouds beneath
pretended wires were out of reach
Away from noisy everyone,
warmed my eyelids in the sun
Can I find reach my pureness still
Snowballing over the hill?
Climbing fast but always late
I tried to hear you but my head’s always in space
I’ve earned this; It wasn’t handed to me
I’ve learnt this; it isn’t magic
Out of focus, under the gun
am I failing everyone?
In a panic storm too blurred to read
Try to find and stop the bleed
Complaints are noise, contain the stress
try to understand the mess
Overworked, obsessive freak
nightmare eighty hours a week
I’ve earned this; I don’t understand it
I’ve learnt this; it isn’t magic
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2. |
End of quiet
03:35
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They are the young
Who dream in hex but never sleep
They are the ones
To burn the bridge, make the leap
This hack decides,
In soldered wire,
That worlds collide,
That doubt expires
The circuit is us
We’re all connected, broken free
A new brain trust
Community Memory
This hack invites
A global choir,
The world alight,
The end of quiet,
The mass decides,
The death of quiet
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3. |
Ivory
04:21
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It pleases me to see you
believing I can build this thing
Your ivory tower dreams are
vaporware, vacuums, gold lust
What did you gain for the time I spent?
A pawn to blame and escaped development
I woke up in a fever, a labyrinth where
blind men drive the bus
Your spared underachievers
are sacred cows; they’re starving us
I have no choice at all
but you’ll ask graciously anyway
Surrounded by the walls
of your bureaucracy,
its agents
What a mind when it’s made from cement?
You swore the clouds were a sign of ascent
What good’s a mind when it’s made from cement?
You bullshit well, but now I’m onto your scent.
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4. |
Replacing me
04:09
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An analyst has caught me
My baggage is too costly
A team will study, streamline my spirit
The company (will) replace me
I once had the shine of youth
I once had the sharper tooth
They wonder if I’m worth the bother
There’s this factory of fathers,
husbands, sons
What’s the angle of the panel?
Will they promise lighter models?
I once had the brighter view
I once had the better news
I once had the brighter view
I once had the shine of youth
I once had the sharper tooth
I once had the shine of youth
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5. |
Unheard
04:33
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A simple conversation, nice and slow
Polished to perfection, pixel glow
And since I take the words alone, no voice betrays you
I expect you’ll read it right
Don’t you know the way I write?
To see your face, risks connection
To hear your voice, risks feeling your beating heart
I’ll answer when I want,
It’s just the way I want it
You’ve sent congratulations, so we know
You’ve dodged our invitations, layin’ low
If we did meet, the microscope might expose you...
You’ll answer when you want,
It’s just the way you want it
It’s just the way I want it
It’s just the way I want it
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The Silent Game Sacramento, California
The Silent Game is a dynamic Post-Alt Rock band which fuses grungy guitar and bass riffs with spacious drumming, melodic, arpeggiated guitar and beautiful computer-generated textures. Their sound, which has been compared to Radiohead, Placebo, Deftones and Elliott Smith may leave one feeling like they've been pleasantly pummeled by a 1990's wall-of-sound... with all the latest software upgrades. ... more
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