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Feature Film
01:15
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You Can't Stop
02:14
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Screech out of earphones, out of the boombox, with the momentum of rock, rough street edges in each of your steps. You won’t be made to forget. Hearing strings of an orchestral swamp, rhythms with each of your stomps, you are so high; your ears start to pop, going until you can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You won’t feel. You won’t heal. You won’t deal with the real, getting high, not asking why. You won’t step out of line; it’s a sign of the times, getting high until you die. You can’t ever stop. Shit out of speakers that can’t hold you in; then, you begin to begin. It’s a homemade kaleidoscope trend. And, in sight, there is no end. You are making yourself feel alive; everyone’s feeling the vibe. You rocketing straight to the top, going until you can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You can’t stop. You won’t feel. You won’t heal. You won’t deal with the real, getting high, not asking why. You won’t step out of line; it’s a sign of the times, getting high until you die. You can’t ever stop.
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The Alien I Love
01:46
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Don’t go home. We need you, here. We’re all alone. We need you. Where’s the alien I love, who speaks to me? Don’t go home. We need you, here. We’re all alone. We need you. Where alien I love, who speaks to me?
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Kind Of Living The Dream
03:02
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We started in my mother’s house. We didn’t even play for crowds. Perhaps, we haven’t come that far. But, you make feel like a star. And, when I teleport back to those green carpets and drum sets, and when we hit record on something we don’t even have yet, and when we became brothers over cigarettes and caffeine, thank god we found each other ‘cause we’re kind of living the dream, my friends. I’m way too bossy, all the time. I freak out when everything’s fine. I don’t deserve your perfect love, but music’s what we are made of. And, when I teleport back to those green carpets and drum sets, and when we hit record on something we don’t even have yet, and when we became brothers over cigarettes and caffeine, thank god we found each other ‘cause we’re kind of living the dream, my friends.
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Particles Are Waves
01:16
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All my peaks are troughs. My particles are waves. All my lives are lost. I don’t wanna play; count it as a loss. Control the means and ways. All my games are paused. My YouTube got no plays, gathering no mass, Rolling Rock, made in PA, breaking all the laws. Crime, it doesn’t pay, waiting for applause. We just came to play this, the final boss. I’m done playing games, The Wizard Of Oz made us all, from clay. This seems rather odd. I Ching, I lost the way.
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Spacecraft
03:48
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Crashing down, on a beach, baby waves draw near. We are out, out of reach; we are bathed in fear. Spacecraft, spacecraft, the ocean hides your tears. So, the stars are alive and the sky is weird. We are far from our hive, from all we hold dear, spacecraft, spacecraft, the buzzing in your ears. We have landed here. And, the mission’s quite clear. And, the data books are hurting for facts. With the chance we took, we cannot backtrack. We return to our peers, after a thousand years, after a thousand years. Flying lids from the kids, they think we are strange. Though we slid off the grid, they think we’re deranged. Spacecraft, spacecraft, it’s time to rearrange. Tell the past how you like. Everything can change. They will not capture us. We will not be caged. Spacecraft, spacecraft, I hope we’re still in range. We have landed here. And, the mission’s quite clear. And, the data books are hurting for facts. With the chance we took, we cannot backtrack. We return to our peers, after a thousand years, after a thousand years.
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New Planet
01:57
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Put on this planet for God-knows-what, goddamn it, I want a new planet, just for us, where they make only love, a new planet, just for us, where they make only love. Put on this planet for God-knows-what, goddamn it, I want a new planet, just for us, where they make only love, a new planet, just for us, where they make only love.
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Sci-Fi Euphoria
02:44
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You’re in sci-fi euphoria, driving your Crown Victoria. You’re a black hole historian, driving your old Delorian. Scientists are putting bliss in pills, Orion’s Belt used for erotic thrills. I’ve loved you all my life. You love sci-fi euphoria, above streets of Astoria. You love hi-fi guitar solos, whichever way solar winds blow. Scientists are putting bliss in pills, Orion’s Belt used for erotic thrills. I’ve loved you all my life.
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Way Up Here
02:51
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This, this is the new thing you didn’t see coming; the next 10 years, they are here. Hey, don’t leave. This is only beginning. These views, they are stunning, from way up here. This, this is the new thing you didn’t see coming; the next 10 years, they are here.
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Interstellar Night
02:40
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There’s a factory, beside a bridge, that has a spaceship vibe. There are figures, moving in the windows, on the northern side. There are electronic little hammocks. There is ultrasonic sonar panic, sending messages into my brain, when I go for a drive. Aliens, please take me home, interstellar night, interstellar night, into the emptiness, infinite sentience, interstellar, interstellar flight, tonight. There’s a supernova apparition, floating the sky. There are specters moaning in the kitchen, it’s no big surprise. It’s stereophonic mixed with manic, from the Pacific to the Atlantic. There’s an astral plane of solar systems shining in my eyes. Aliens, please take me home, interstellar night, interstellar night, into the emptiness, infinite sentience, interstellar flight, tonight.
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Journey To Reality
01:24
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She flies around, up in the sky. She is so high, but where am I? I can’t be found. I cannot fly. I’m on the ground. She is so high. My dream world comes to reality. It seems that she’s way too good for me. My dream world comes to reality. It seems that she’s way too good for me. They say that love is just a game. I’m not enough. I’m not the same. I’ve played this game; it is a dream journey to reality. My dream world comes to reality. It seems that she’s way too good for me. My dream world comes to reality. It seems that she’s way too good for me.
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Of The Moon
02:20
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Ferries on the East River, sharing every dance with her, very happy lives are blurred. Staring at her, I am sure. Pardon me, but you’re a photo of the moon. I can use your voice to get my guitar in tune. You’re a photo of of the moon, of the moon. Do you know the truth I seek? Are you a secret I keep? Are we both in way too deep? Did you fall in love with me? Pardon me, but you’re a photo of the moon. I can use your voice to get my guitar in tune. You’re a photo of the moon, of the moon.
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You Are My Home
02:23
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I been thinking about home. I been thinking about home. And, when I do, I think of you. You are my home. You are my home. I been thinking about home. I been thinking about home. And, when I do, I think of you. You are my home. You are my home.
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I Like To Fall
05:40
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I like to fall. I like to fall down, fall down, hoping that you’ll catch me, just in time. I like to call. I like to call out, call out, hoping that you’ll turn, right on a dime. I like to sabotage my life, my life. My life feels like it’s turning into fear. I’m at the Travelodge. I’m driving, driving, driving you away with every tear. When you see me, light me up and grab me by the hand and throw me off a bridge. When you see me, light me up and grab me by the hand and throw me off a bridge. I get so sad when we are drinking, drinking. Drinking makes me sadder. What’s the use? I get so sad when I am thinking, thinking how to get my demons to a truce. I like to fall into your arms. I love you. Do you love me just like I love you? When you see me, light me up and grab me by the hand and throw me off a bridge. When you see me, light me up and grab me by the hand and throw me off a bridge. When you see me, when you see me, when you see me, when you see me…
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Pure Electricity
03:50
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Let’s never leave this moment. Let’s stop the hands of time. So, now the world is frozen in this golden, moonlit night, forever in this golden, moonlit night. Let’s play this in slow-motion, cut from my eyes to yours. Let’s wade into the ocean and float forevermore, wading in these waves forevermore. Just listen to the crickets, like pure electricity. I’m so fucking grateful that you are here with me, forever burning pure electricity.
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Cosmic Catastrophes
01:30
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Hillside starshine, long-hiding vines, zombie moon, winter shoreline, vampiric pines, phantom dunes, love opens, vastly, across debris fields, cosmic catastrophes causing surreal reveals, my definition of love, unconditional, starts with you.
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Nothing New
01:06
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Sometimes, I miss you so much; I don’t know what to do. I lay on the floor, like a dog, waiting for you. You ain’t coming back and this ain’t nothing new. But, I lay on the floor, like a dog, waiting for you. Still, my dreams come to me in waves, colored of you, wrote this song before but, now, it’s new. Sometimes, I miss you so much; I don’t know what to do. You ain’t coming back and this ain’t nothing new. But, I lay on the floor, waiting for you.
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Books
02:51
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Why are you so mysterious? I can’t read you. Your aura makes me curious, and I need you. Your cover’s off and you’ll forget your title, soon. We’re amateurs. We’re prose. We’re poetry, haikus. Books, the city smells of books. I’m getting dirty looks. And, I will testify, my love, and I will fly, so high, above those crooks who stole your money; it’s not funny. The attic journals slide away. It rains, all night. With inside dogs and outside cats, I just can’t write. Are subway poems your secret home? I know you’re real. I know you roam the catacombs. I feel you feel. Books, the city smells of books. I’m getting dirty looks. And, I will testify, my love, and I will fly, so high, above those crooks who stole your money; it’s not funny. And, I will testify, my love, and I will fly, so high, above those crooks who stole your money; it’s not funny.
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We Leave Here With You
01:49
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We came here for you. We know what you knew. Don’t matter what you do, we leave here with you. We came here for you. We know what you knew. Don’t matter what you do, we leave here with you.
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Chloe, you inspire the covers on heads, in the beds; and there’s houses on fire in their heads. And, the Ceds of the world want the Georgies and Millies and Maggies to play, day by day, day by day. There’s no drug inside of your wrist, anymore, never was, because that is a bad metaphor, because drugs are in veins and I must be insane to have said that before, but we always want more. We buried you, so long ago. We buried you so long ago. We buried so long ago and we still love you, Chloe!
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Third Class East Palestine, Ohio
Ohioan alien music since 1999
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