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Ghost Of The Landscape
02:47
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"...whereby I felt myself floating an awful lot.
The body itself moving around in all kinds of random happenings.
And then all of a sudden, I found myself perfectly awake, perfectly conscious, and standing.
I couldn't feel my feet contacting the ground.
Whilist I am still having these weird occurances and weird dreams, I'm gonna carry on using them,
and maybe, just maybe I'll let you know what happens."
- Nick Dutch (BespokeGroupUK)
"The band changed.
Something changed.
This changed. That changed.
Something changed."
Anthony Fantano (The Needle Drop)
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Leashes And Cynics
06:34
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These are the words that are sold
Bought with counterfeit cash
And soaked in pure saturation
Drenched in the scum of the Earth
This judge had faded away from the graceful courts of meaning
Beautiful collective secrets among the living are lost
From the wondering that was dismissed
Stuffing the town with ignorance
To The boros west of us
Bringing down, bringing down the spirits
This time I'll walk right past and laugh
This time they can't explain the draft
No need to be defended
For, I am the deselected
They're proving Nietzsche's famous line
Those three words would return
Proven or not, it's not a fact
Not for me, but for cynics
They stain first in un-leashed eyes
This time I'll walk right past and laugh
This time they can't explain the draft
No need to be defended
For, I am the deselected
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On Friday nights, the sky and dye were black
A handful of lions, the sloth held them back
It's a chance to freeze the flame
A mountain of lines is the only difference
You're better off taking the backseat
If you're afraid of venturing deeper
I'll fight it, ignite it
Don't fade out for the gray
If it makes rain disappear
Harness it all, clarity's balance
Appears the words: "divine inspiration"
Claw right at it, it could be solid
Look away from decay
Don't doubt your golden eyes
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Infamy/Currency
03:35
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They think our blue scorpions are just flies to electric winds
Upward slopes of the hail display handshakes that failed
Trust in them for a tight, acid seatbelt
In these days, the shelter can wilt
Cut their alarm system's brown wires with their old curses
Because infiltrators in plain clothes abridged the crystal verses
Sense the phase, read the chemo, find the paradox
Now because...
There's infamy in the currency
(A glimpse of the ghost)
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Ghostscape Dumont, New Jersey
Ghostscape was a project I used to teach myself music production, keyboard, and vocals back in 2012. Weird vibes, silly and
primitive yet sometimes dark and unnerving. It followed a concept about a post-apocalyptic superhero with extra-dimensional astral plane superpowers.
-Azrail Noir
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