PRIVATE SHANGRI-LA  2015

  1. CIGARETTE BURNS (7:11)

  2. KNOWING (3:30)
  3. EXIT 94 (4:42)
  4. MANIACAL CALLIOPE (6:40)
  5. LINES (1:40)
  6. BIG CRUNCH (6:00)
  7. PHANTASMAGORIC HAZE (3:49)
  8. PLASTIQUE HEY-ZEUS (4:30)
  9. DELETE THE HOLE (3:25)
10. GRAVITY (3:42)
11. ITERUM (1:51)

CIGARETTE BURNS

“We interrupt our programming. This is a personal emergency.”

“The following message is transmitted at the request of your conscience.”

“This is not a test!”

The Apocalypse already happened here.

The stench of it hasn't disappeared.

You'd better lay low and steer clear of the men

in the shiny black helmets that sing out amen.

I didn't believe when they showed me the light,

If you want to eat boy you gotta learn how to fight.

If you don't believe you better learn how to lie.

Better lie, cheat and steal, take an eye for an eye.

The men of one book warned of impending doom.

So as not to look foolish, they better make it happen soon.

Start with the suckers the vulnerable and weak.

The sick and the dying, the unstable, the meek.

The mothers of soldiers, the dads of the dead.

I can feel my heart beating inside of my head.

Like a funeral drum for the death of the sun.

My personal apocalypse has just begun.

I live in the margins between ignorance and bliss.

My TV keeps me warm in the media abyss.

The man in the suit with the comb over from hell,

got his finger on the trigger of the holy cartel.

You can't outrun the bullets from their righteous guns.

My personal apocalypse has just begun.

“You will not feel the brunt of the fire!”

“He shall not seek the one of little faith.”

“Though I go through the valley, in the shadow of death.”

“I shall fear no man.”

Your vision dims.

Eternal night.

Phantom limbs in the moonlight.

The seasons turn.

Cigarette burns.

Long sleeves hide cut marks dried.

Seasons turn.

Cigarette burns, in the night.

Your long sleeves hide,

the cut marks dried.

Keep it all inside.

The Apocalypse already happened here.

The stench of it hasn't disappeared.

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KNOWING

Knowing you don't know is knowing.

Ignoring the claims you know are false.

You're anxious to dance that final waltz.

The stuff that you're hiding in your attic.

You're paying the price to learn the truth.

It's causing the static in your life.

All that there is, is right here.

The Promised Land’s right there in your yard.

The birds in your apple trees.

They sing in your private Shangri-La.

Just click your heels three times and you'll be there.

(You'll be there from the start)

Remember there's no place like home.

(This side of the rainbow)

Pay no attention to the man behind the altar.

Just click your heels three times and you'll be there.

(You'll be there from the start)

Just remember there's no place like home.

(This side of the rainbow)

Pay no attention to the man behind the altar.

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EXIT 94

Summerfest 1992.

Your summer dress, that I could see right through.

I can't wait, to take you to the Pfister.

To our room with a view.

Where I took your sister.

I know she told you.

It meant nothing.

I was immature.

It was my little head talking.

Driving LSD.

Holding the Ecstasy.

I can't drink no more.

Exit 94.

Coming down.

I can't wait,

to hit the ground.

Driving LSD.

Holding your ecstasy.

I can't drink no more.

Exit 94.

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MANIACAL CALLIOPE

You lost your mind while breaking the fourth wall

in your internal movie.

You're just a middle class American

dream chasing Kool-Aid drinker.

Don’t come here because the dream is false.

Don't believe the hype do what's right.

Get back in line kick scream claw fight.

You've got to find a shortcut but there is no way out.

Embrace the twilight.

I've got something I think you need to see.

Hear the sound of my maniacal calliope.

Come and ride my carousel from hell for free.

So grab the ring and hold on tight.

Your prize will be revealed tonight.

Until then just close your eyes and glide,

on my painted pony ride.

Skip The Bobs, The Chutes, the freaks, the Tilt-A-Whirl

and the Tunnel Of Hate.

Step right up and see the Dog Faced Boy pontificate.

Hear the sound of my maniacal calliope.

Things aren't always what they seem to be.

So grab the ring and hold on tight.

Your prize will be revealed tonight.

Until then just close your eyes and glide,

on my painted pony ride.

Skip The Bobs, The Chutes, the freaks, the Tilt-A-Whirl

and the Tunnel Of Hate.

LINES

I'm holed up in this place now.

I can't feel you anymore.

These cold pale gray walls,

diffuse antipathy.

I feel the lines growing deep.

(feel the lines grow deep)

No length of time that will erase.

The stuff you repress as hard as you can.

The things that you don't will make you a man.

There are places on this earth no one has been to.

Places in my past that I cling to.

I'm alone in this place now (I'm uploading).

I can't feel you anymore (the pictures that you took).

Taken from pages from our book (antipathy).

(I feel the lines growing deep) All the things that you mistook.

No length of time that will erase.

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BIG CRUNCH

Take me back to the Big Crunch.

Where the only place is inside.

Self-inflicted isolation.

From the quilt of your imagination.

Miscreant of time and place.

Leave me be, I don't need you.

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PHANTASMAGORIC HAZE

Tired of fighting anymore.

I can't stop you with a warning.

You're in a phantasmagoric haze.

Shape shift optical delusion.

The final solution.

Release the deceptive nature of the fog inside.

You lied.

I can't believe you when you keep

on saying that you never knew,

My world view.

Shape shifting figures.

Plasticine.

Sequence of pictures, in a dream.

Take a chill pill while you wait.

I can't hear you shut your pie hole!

You're in a phantasmagoric haze.

Shape shift optical delusion.

Your final solution.

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PLASTIQUE HEY-ZEUS

Searching, for my plastic Jesus.

Sunlight, glinting off the dash.

Beacon, of both truth and justice.

Feel like, I’m runnin’ out of gas.

Dust obscures my taillights.

Pedal to the floor.

Running for my whole life.

Nowhere left to go.

Waiting, to find life of meaning.

Witness, the resultant mess.

Knowing, that I’ve made poor choices.

My life’s, falling off the ledge.

Dust obscures my taillights.

Pedal to the floor.

Running for my whole life.

Nowhere left to go.

Dust obscures my taillights.

Pedal to the floor.

Running for my whole life.

Nowhere left to go.

 
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DELETE THE HOLE

You want me to believe in something.

You press my buttons to delete the hole.

I love the way, you wear too much makeup,

and your neck tattoo, in the image of your mother.

Jugular.

Before she left you for another, never visited your brother.

I feel like I know you.

You know that you want me too.

I feel like I owe you.

Until you've taken everything.

I love the way you look when you wake up.

And the way we make up.

Right before we break up.

I love the way you look when you wake up.

And the way we make up.

Right before we break up.

Until you've taken everything.

 
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GRAVITY

The heat shield is down.

There’s nothing left to do.

The heat of reentry incinerates you.

Can’t crack your mantle,

Get down to your core.

I submit to your steely resolve.

Revolve!

Gravity cling to me.

Gravity cling to me.

We devolve!

Can’t crack your mantle,

Get down to your core.

I submit to your steely resolve.

Revolve!

Gravity cling to me.

Gravity cling to me.

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ITERUM

What if you feel? (The seasons turn).

What if you feel? (Cigarette burns).

What if you felt like going down?

What if you feel?

Don’t make me feel. (Remember there’s no place like home).

Don’t make me feel like going down. (Private Shangri-La).

Don’t make me feel. (Coming down).

You make me (I can’t wait) …felt like I was (hit the ground)

…a little man inside. (Keep it all inside).

I can’t wait.

Keep it all inside.

I can’t wait.