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An Army Of Fat Synths
02:20
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She dreamed
Of an army of fat synths
Tangled in her hair
She could still feel them
Very clearly
Once she was awake
She caught
Every single fat synth
And put them in a jar
It started to fog up
The fat synths struggled
But they all slowly died
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Let’s pretend
That nothing changes but the weather
That the passage of time
Doesn’t matter at all
Let’s pretend
That some words are still important
That the passage of time
Doesn’t matter at all
Please don’t tell me
That we have changed for good
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3. |
It's All In The Film
02:30
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It’s all in the film
That walk on the beach
All those missed opportunities
And a telephone that never rings
It’s all in the film
That bad acid trip
Fluorescent lighting
Made everyone look ill
A question hovered on your lips
It’s all in the film
It’s all in the film
A Xerox machine
The mice in the kitchen,
The flavors you dreamt
The past and the present
He spoiled everything
Fluorescent lighting
Made everyone look ill
We’ve got to get out of here
It’s all in the film
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“I could fall in love with you”
She said while stepping onto her train home
But my memory may also be a wish
She picked up the accent fast
Which caused a certain good impression
I closed my eyes and imagined our first kiss
But my memory may also be a wish
I snuck into her bedroom once
And stole one of the books she’d brought there
The Dennis Wheatley library of the occult
She acted like she knew what I did
While we walked with my little cousins
And then I thought she might be a real witch
But my memory may also be a wish
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5. |
Gothic Fiction
03:03
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In an ice skating accident
My twin brother lost his arm
Fighter aircrafts were flying over
The lake where he almost drown
I was in West Germany at a lecture
Discussing gothic fiction
And the end of the world
Flights were cancelled for a few days
I stayed in a hotel in Bonn
How come he didn’t notice
That the ice was breaking?
His left arm was never found
I was in West Germany at a lecture
Discussing gothic fiction
And the end of the world
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Capture the atom bomb on film
Feel the warmth of the sun
Pick a color that suits you
Don’t stop until we reach the coast
Drive us through that mountain
This is a ghost of a life
Youthful vainglory is so silly
Don’t stop until we reach the coast
See how hard my heart is beating
For no reason at all
Your hair caught in the wind
Don’t stop until we reach the coast
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A picture of a boat trapped in the ice
Covers half the meeting room’s main wall
Rogério Duprat looks out the window and sees
That an asteroid has hit City Hall
1620 super Computers
Over the São Paulo’s skies
He can’t help but fall asleep
In front of the bust of a truly great man
Rogério Duprat, Rogério Duprat
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8. |
The Newlyweds
03:19
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You had your hair recently cut
And, feeling awkward, you tried
To cover it with both of your hands
Your family was in the backyard
I knew all their names by heart
As if they were royalty from a distant land
The sun dazed us both, it was
Brighter than it will ever be
I was working hard to hide
How much I’d waited for that day to come
We watched your older brother kiss the bride
The sun dazed us both, it was
Brighter than it will ever be
The newlyweds started to dance
To cheesy songs that embarrassed us
We made a promise to never be like that
“Come up and visit us some time”
Your mother told me as she waved goodbye
Her dress made strange patterns under the streetlights
The sun dazed us both, it was
Brighter than it will ever be
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9. |
Tooth Tree
02:38
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The tooth
That you washed down the drain
Kept growing bigger
Day after day
As a tooth tree, as a tooth tree
You Fed it with
Leftovers you hid from lunch
Until its roots crawled out
The drain
Oh, the tooth tree, the tooth tree
It wrapped
Its roots around your feet
You couldn’t cry out for help
As it caught you unaware
And dragged you down the drain
Oh, the tooth tree, the tooth tree
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Keyboards under
A microscope revealed
Complex serial numbers
Half-erased by years gone by
We sent those numbers
To open space
Then we waited for an answer
And agreed not to tell anyone
Not to tell anyone
Keyboards under a microscope
Long shadows casted by
The trees outside
Welcomed the short sighted professor
That you had became
And for the last time
They read all those the numbers aloud
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11. |
Scissors In Hand
03:06
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Greg Shaw, scissors in hand
Was here before
And in a stroke of luck
Found this long lost song
Someone, covered his eyes
With a cloth
And erased with a knife
The memory of what was found
All that was left
Was a random sound:
The voice of a girl singing
“This is where I come from”
Greg Shaw, scissors in hand
In an airport lounge
We follow him as he
Marks the walls
Now all we hear
Is a random sound:
The voice of a girl singing
“This is where I come from”
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12. |
Cleopatra
01:55
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Half asleep
She confessed
That she visited a seer
The day she turned eighteen
The seer told her
That she was
Cleopatra
In an earlier incarnation
Her voice so soft
It was almost a whisper
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