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Sound Screen (Intro)
00:44
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2. |
Meddle
05:24
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Behind toxic smoke lies Captain Dull
The cameras in his lair are pointed at himself
The knight in armor, the good cop and the bad cop
The drunk teenager, the frustrated office worker
Captain Dull’s in outer space
But his show’s cancelled, to make room for a Hollywood car chase
(I love watching television)
(I’m just watching television)
Fearlessly the magistrate turns round
What’s the point in anything else
Why should I protect myself
T.V. is my soul
T.V. is my glasses
Does Andy Warhol
See anything past his glasses
Captain Dull’s budget ran dry
His studio was knocked right out of the sky
And now he’s an office worker
(I love watching television)
(I’m just watching television)
And who’s the fool who wears the crown
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3. |
Melting World
03:47
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My eyeballs are out of my head
Left in spite of the muscles that would never stop failing them
My water’s all over the bed
Dances in circles like a monument to the dead
What gave our bodies the right to take from us like this
In a brothel in some western town
A monk falters into the room, looks out at the ladder he climbed down
They made him take his clothes off and they laughed at him
What gave our bodies the right to take from us like this
What gave our bodies the right to torment us like this
Forgot to clean the plate from the table
We are approaching a melting world
(...A melting world...)
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4. |
Sunday Morn
03:57
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Congratulations on your success
But now
You have nothing to follow up with
There’s a curb you sit at recess
Why play
When you could worship your childhood’s Jesus
And I
Don’t feel like doing anything right now
Yeah I
Don’t have to fight when you tell me to, anymore
So throw away your list of suspects
And then
Where’s your comeuppance for the school subjects
You can hardly hold a steak knife (you can hardly live)
There’ll be
Time for fake strife once you’re in real life
And I
Don’t have to fight when you tell me to, anymore
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5. |
Takes It Black
03:25
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Wakin' up, on the side of my bed
Time to start, take a wash, and clean my head
Livin' alone, grab my coffee and hit the road.
Been shaking
Feeling fake and
Lost no, ambition
I'm willowin' away,
Making my way
To the coffee shop.
Scan the board, order the norm
It's a waste of time in this old damn store. (It's a waste of time in this store... On this floor)
Get it black (Get it black)
Grab and go (Let it go)
They should know (You should know)
How I roll.
Been shook (Been shook)
Felt fake (Felt Fake)
Just look, lost,
I’ve been willowin' away
Made my way
To this coffee shop
Made my way
To this coffee shop (Oooh)
Goddamn it burns (It's a waste of time in this store.. On this floor)
My mind turns
I need to learn
How to forget
this …. Time
Time doesn't heal all
(Oooh)
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6. |
Will Toledo
03:11
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Could you piece together
An entire person
Through the pieces he left sitting on some network somewhere
Grappled by teens for their dreamscapes as the pieces flew through the air
Could you fall in love with
An idea(l)
Could a consciousness be more than one eighth of your body
What if I put my hands into the empty space where I imagine Will would be
(...)
Wrap your arms around a collection of lossless wav files
Write out their binary digits on a hollow mannequin
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7. |
Attic Jam (Outro)
01:07
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