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Straight Lines
04:22
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On the edge.
On the loose.
They are here to tie the noose
but they won’t catch me.
Barking noise.
Searchlight rays.
Breaking news for broken days.
Another entry.
The undisputable hole inside of you
wasn’t my pursuit.
I am sure you knew.
You’re a trustee.
I am weak.
I am sore.
I attest to countless flaws
but I’m not guilty.
You’re running low on straight lines.
You’re running low on good signs.
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow.
Into waste.
Into voids.
Into shades on polaroids.
Leave a whisper?
Pinetree hill
hold me tight.
Cover up and choke the light
but save the blister.
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2. |
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We should let the mud consume this thing we built.
80 years of drooling turned to streams of filth.
Wounds appearing underneath the skin we killed.
Head mounted sideways to shun the guilt.
Swirling daggers carve their way to open space.
Pointy nails embedded into ashtrays.
Promises of healing failed to be fulfilled.
Head mounted sideways to shun the guilt.
Bring out your forces.
Bring out your crosses now.
There’s a lifeline breaking in this frost.
To see through fingers
the purge that lingers on.
There’s a lifeline breaking in this frost.
Bring back my bed.
Bring back the voice that fled.
Bring back my name.
Replay my talkshow game.
Blood has been spilled.
I’m saying goodbye for now.
Watching the mill turning around somehow.
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3. |
24 Light-Years
04:32
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All that I need is to find you.
Grey swarms of ash blocking my view.
Sounds from your last celebration.
Sparkling and naive conversation.
I could leave this house but I won’t.
There’s an echo that seems live on.
24 footprints obtained.
24 light-years remain.
All of my sleep is behind you.
Paint me a dream I can pass through.
Move this table.
Change this label.
Is there something new?
Bleach this surface.
Pale and nervous.
Are you lonely too?
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I’ve been approaching the surface for a year.
I’ve seen emotions derail and disappear.
Go feed the colorful snakes outside, she said to me.
Go break your colorful bones in a fight, she begged of me.
We are returning to the ominous.
We are a lost cause.
We are committing to the dominance
of these black claws.
I try to smile when I get bad news.
Figure if there is any good left, I'll get that too.
The blood is red but the veins are blue.
And my bones are every color on the spectrum between the two.
I squeeze through the cells that we've been locked in.
Kinda high from the loss of the oxygen.
Headrush, flushed, dropping dead weight.
My canine scrapes the last crumbs off my bread plate.
Just head straight.
No maps or no atlas.
No matter how the road curves don't end up backwards.
Black birds circle brown dirt for the big worms.
My bad dream catcher hangs high as it twist turns.
Cities burn a bad smoke.
It makes my eyes itch.
But front row seats to apocalypse are priceless.
Life is hanging here in these black claws.
Staring at a white sky full of black stars.
One straw in the drain.
One word that you failed to sustain.
Someone stranded empty handed.
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5. |
Freak
04:50
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I’m turning to 10 but you never hear me speak.
Your mouth resorts to making your nonesense leak.
Towers collapse but you have a million spares.
Enjoy the view you’re building from plastic chairs.
I took your mask away and you became this
underwhelming freak that we will not miss.
Your pain is a meme.
Your proof is a constant bore.
You’re spoiling the end of episode one to four.
I’m out of reach but you still drag me down.
I’m under siege but here I stand my ground.
Hiding the code to your human chart.
Clouding your worn down self-regard.
Feeding this game with old penalties.
Closing the lid to your fathers heart.
The loss of time when he fell apart.
Feeding this game with old melodies.
I took your mask and you became
someone I forgot who shares my name.
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6. |
Napalm
04:58
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Bury me under this.
It’s a stable doom.
50 strings carry me
to the smallest room.
Napalm flies through these lungs.
I will watch the flame.
We collapsed.
We stepped in all my traps and forgot the aim.
How do I get back to never changing you?
How do we get back what we set out to do?
Breaking through.
Bury me under this.
It’s a stable doom.
See me burn, self-concern.
I will not resume.
Dark veneer what comfort brought you here?
Are you glad you came?
We collapsed.
We stepped in all my traps and forgot the aim.
These traces are islands dreaming in silence.
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7. |
Future Bird
04:35
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Looking for a way
to follow your delay in expression.
You eyes are in a feud.
Culturally approved indescretion.
Vapour in your face.
Uneasily in place in the armchair.
Calling out a name.
The one you would have framed
had he been here.
Damian, all I ever wanted was control.
Future bird, why are you impossible to hold?
Flowers in your hand.
A poison from the land
of the end street.
Let all the fallen rise
and fingers stabilize
‘till we all meet.
A polyester bear
would greet him in his lair on the 3rd floor.
We dream of cellophane,
wake up in ball and chain
for a day more.
The ravens are out tonight, playful and wild.
A mother has lost a light surrounding a child.
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You didn’t get away with this.
A step into the obvious centre.
You retreated into bad faith,
showing off your dead weight splendor.
You’ll see the end of your round.
You’ll see the purpose we found.
We’ll scatter rocks on the ground.
Another stone leader falling down.
You said you were the optimist.
The one of us with golden list answers.
But you were nothing but a failed assist
Relying on a crowd of chanters
Cold electricity conceives your agony.
Thank God we found us a savior.
Breath into syllables from fading oracles.
You will be gone like your maker.
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9. |
Inside Your Fur
05:00
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You weren’t here for long.
I guess my presence was a failure.
The disparity was strong
between your heart and your behaviour.
This summer was a blur.
The compilations we returned to.
I wanna sleep inside your fur
and dissolve before my curfew.
I am a stranger in this space.
I will remember and erase you.
You weren’t here for long.
You brought the treasure and the formless.
The chorus of a song
behind a minefield and a fortress.
This morning would prefer
to be the sun that we occur to.
I wanna sleep inside your fur
and dissolve before my curfew.
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VOLA Copenhagen, Denmark
The Copenhagen-based quartet grew out of a common interest in eclectic, groove-oriented music which draws inspiration
ranging from 70's progressive rock to modern day electronica, industrial and extreme metal.
VOLA features Asger Mygind on vocals and guitar, Nicolai Mogensen on bass, Martin Werner on keyboards and Adam Janzi on drums.
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