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BLACKHOUSE - Hours
03:22
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I’m wet behind ears and I’m long in the tooth. I’m wise beyond years and I’ll offer the proof. An ivory tower foreclosed on my youth. It’s cool when I make my own hours. I’ve buried the ones who would dance on my grave. I drink all the drink the teetotalers save. I never got angry and never forgave. It’s cool when I make my own hours.
My father has died but I still see his face sometimes, in a crowd, then he’s gone with no trace. Don’t know what it means but I know my own place. It’s cool when I make my own hours. Sometimes I feel it is me in that box, with dirt for a door and it never unlocks, but tombs cannot hold me. I’m sly as a fox. It’s cool when I make my own hours.
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BLACKHOUSE - Thirst
05:22
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As streams head down the mountains and move to meet the sea, you hold a power over me. My mouth sculpts words like marble until they form your name. The moth ignites beside the flame.
With each arrival of new seasons, we wear the robes the day provides. I have no rudder, just the current's cold direction. I follow orders, take no sides.
I don't have the heart to tell the crew our situation. All the engines seizing, all the compasses are blind. Stack the maps beside the furnace. Log our true location. Soak the meat and hard tack while we watch the clock unwind.
The color of my eyes. The sound of swarming bees. You hold a power over me. Two roads meet in the shadows and both the roads are closed. You hold a power over me.
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BLACKHOUSE - Sharks
05:58
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There's a strange new boat in the harbor, manned by five strange men. Shark sightings by the blackhouse tower. Play the tape back again. There's no time for a kind not like our kind, not in this desperate land. They're singing songs but not the songs that we're used to, so don't extend your hand.
See the arc spinning, dark, of the blackhouse. Keep the time with your heart. Lose your name and your place and relations. Feel the land split apart. Shark fins circle slowly in the twilight. Mesmerizing, they spin. Every ending yields a new beginning, so let the ending begin.
If you simply pull the thread, then the fabric loses structure. On the surface of the water all it takes is primal fear. If you start to lose your head, say goodbye to law and order. On the surface of the water some are quick, and some are dead.
Sharks.
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BLACKHOUSE - Ice
06:08
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Winter rises slowly, shakes his heavy head and staggers to the shore, leans against the branches of the trees that arc above the tired sand. The road that sags beneath him is a scar across the stubble of the land. Rugged, raw and wounded with divorce and endless sleep clutched in his hand.
Bolt the doors and cut the flowers. We won’t say goodnight. If it stays dark straight through the day ...the fire burns until it’s light. You can latch and lock the shutters down. If it stays dark until the spring then we will sing until it’s light.
Foolish, sorry heroes fill the cemetery row by empty row. Seeds, once sewn, forgotten. Whorish shimmering nostalgia glimmers gold. Hindsight trades at half the rate it did when idle kids had idle hands, the market for it caving in. We’re slaving at the hearth against the cold.
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A battle getting to work, you fight for every lane. A battle paying for coffee, the troops will fumble for change. You make your way to the office. You draw your line in the sand. A hot knife sliding through butter, they're going to meet your demands.
You love your war. You love the bodies stacked to blot out the sun. You love the beauty, a coat of phosphorous white across the ...stars. You love the love of the fight. You love your war.
A battle looking for love, the kind of love you can keep and look at, locked up in cages. Security helps you sleep. You fight the clock on the wall. You fight the passing of days, and through a lens of corrosion, a war, in multiple ways.
You love your war and setting fire and spreading fear as you go. You never tire. When all your world is a battle you love the life that you know. You've come to settle the score. You love your war.
Suppose the powers that be decide to schedule a war and only one person shows up and understands what it's for. I guess they'd win it by forfeit. They win whatever it's worth. A love of life lived in combat; of scalpels, scraping the earth.
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BLACKHOUSE - Robotic I
02:23
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I'm the Robotic I. I go off when you come near me. It's your turn to learn to fear me. I'm the Robotic I. Without feeling or emotion, just a trigger set in motion. I'm the Robotic I.
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BLACKHOUSE - We Get Low
04:03
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The water roaring, but I greet the sea in silence. The spray is rising on the waves. We drag the boat across the sand in stubborn violence, and not a one of us is saved. The light is dying in the sky, the sun descending. The salt is crisp across our skin. The end of days and end of world are not the same thing. If you can kneel, then you can win.
We get low, and if a storm arrives we know we're prepared. We get low. God, let the sea provide. We know we've prepared.
And if my body starts to fail through age and damage I have a core that will prevail. We set the lines and put the keel into the water. Fate set the sails.
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