the drop off process
data sheets from apachematrix 11 have proved insightful
the drop off process has begun
we have arrhythmic antidotes in
uncluttered analysis
i'm taking a crash course in darby philosophy
hit with force
using underworld technology
social injection
fight the mediocrity
sweep the defeat
there's no moral obligation
there's no relief
in this prophetic reflection
tainted strains hit your brain
marked kicks for a fix we implore
are you willing to break the frame
for the beat we must explore
with a waste of time in mind
we move on from behind formed lines
the plight stays strong and there's more for hire
it's been far too long uninspired
stated in metaphor
hip town sticks galore
and the gangsters of thought run free
now i'm taking the crash course in darby philosophy
hit with force
using underground psychology
10 KHZ
got a phone call from phoebe o's
got mini's love and not to hold her
kid's kill time
dmx
10KHZ up 10
diggin' scales
function yells
no more bullshit
radio cassette players goin' on double time
yeah
get up
get, get
yeah, get up , get up
come on ya'll
hit time to the dynamic sound of that
full range speaker
i move into
dub effect and that soft auto stop
prt
headin'
down
the interstate
when
exit signs
east leads west
in a sudden climate
elevation change
pirate radio test
and it's
one
two
three
four
five, six
excess clamp down
charged
forecast read
on the positive next
list blast through the mid level band width
hyper mix
equalize my mind
cassette
transfer of apparent
matter of fact data
it's a cancellation uproar
it's a cancellation uproar
it's a cancellation uproar
on the first floor
ground zero attack
my idealistic
frame of reference
pirate radio test
antwerp
as easy as that i found out
that a lot of bridges were out
passed checkpoints in between
i crossed a river stream
i took the train there
and shortly after it let off
dropped my suitcase
is it possible that we'll hear from one another again
is it possible that this will never end
is it possible that we'll hear from one another again
is it possible that this will never end
compression output
louisville set the pace
blow my mind on fields of grace
waited for you for sometime
overdrive
exposed spine
dreamt up a misfits mystery
of this life's latest century
no one told you to scrape
the streets with a switch blade comb
come on through me over that bridge
i need it
that bad
the pantry's interviewing the universe
i wish i knew short hand
impression spent nickels on dimes
time line left unjustified
was a bet that would reveal hands ties
it was a bet
mirrored doors
pools of unsalted tears
we are free to drink here
forever
silent bells ring
i'm out for half an hour
i wouldn't miss it for the world
except my engine stalled and the human condition is weak
subject to fall prey under
the influence
of so said
magnitude
while away
while away
suitcase
before i fell asleep that night
i counted my teeth
i'm not built for the street hassle
i'm not built for the street hassle
not at all
start the strobe light effect
hyperbolic seizure
dyslexic in the bathroom mirror
start the strobe light effect
hyperbolic seizure
dyslexic in the bathroom mirror
keep clear
there's someone on the sidewalk
don't stand up
in the living room shut off
open the bottle and moisten yr lip
look trim with a zit
look trim with a zit
i'm not built for the saturnine shifts
i'm not built for the saturnine shifts
not at all
start the incomprehensible limited redux
stay close there's someone in yr nighttime mind
stand up and say hello
dim and shut off
dim and shut off
so alone
i need you now
i need you now
i need you now
i need you now
forgot my love
forgot my love
forgot my love
forgot my love
hey hey
now i'm alone
hey hey
all alone
now i'm alone
gave back some time
when you were mine
ya gave back some time
when you were mine
did i ever tell you that i
that i
that i
medicine head
my heads gone one way around
to the next thing that's still aware
fallin' eyes fill the place
move me over
fallin' over record's over
fallin' over record's over
fallin' over record's over
fallin' over record's over
fallin' over yeah
i've got a head on
lookin' for a spot to lay back
those dirty wrists fallin cold past my fingertips
it's better like this
it's better like this
it's better like
this
lazy
knees jagged and elbows nudge
wrapped across the floor
we have snapshot eyes you and i
i'm killin' time and i'm lazy
walk with fingers crossed
say it like a dirty word
those thin hands of knuckle and vein
and long deep lines impressed in skin
my pulse is fading fast
how'd get so many burns stained on the carpet
she says it languidly
as she passes it to you
the way she did yesterday
you were the one who was pushing to cut in
the rut that i'm stuck in
those thin hands of knuckle and vein
my pulse is fading fast
white against blue
i swear
i was feeling all right
but I know i'm only lying to myself
anyhow
it's just one shot above the rest of the day here
'cause there's always someone wanting something back
always someone wanting something back
i hate this fucking place
and the covers that hang over my dead face
staring at the wall
i never really want to know anymore than i do right now
it's only gonna bring me back
it's only gonna get me down
only wanna get me back
can you feel it coming over you
like a bomb no one can see it
can you make it rush over you
take it down
no one's calling
can you feel it coming over you
this is our music
a demonstration tape
just in case it needs to be shown
false-fingerings register into the unknown
low growl chromosome half-tone runs
i don't understand just what i can do about it
and i wanna hear more
but my head is on the floor
vibrating ground
feel the tension all around
one note pure
lasts a few bars
i don't understand just what i can do about it
pause
spent all day just waitin' to
hear them say that the
atmospheric conditions
have been rocked
by premonitions
that will topple silence
in a sequential reliance
far enough for all to
fade away
lean further in for me to retract
it's what i wanted
it's what i have
probable cause and a life long pause
escape we're making
pillow
says
drop
All lyrics © "Am11 Songs" 2003
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