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Cassiopeia
03:36
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One boast and then crisis descends
And they say there’s just a single way to make amends
It was a simple order, it took no time
You try to put it from your mind
These are lonely kinds of problems
In individual minds
The doubt ferments in our own heads
Till we’re drunk on our personal wine
Each day you recall how she looked back at you
But you can’t remember what made you decide
Chained to a chair, your limbs are tied
But those are not your binds
These are lonely kinds of problems
In individual minds
The doubt ferments in our own heads
Till we’re drunk on our personal wine
They took her then, you've got me now
I lay down and look for you, you may have what I seek
Oh be my guardian, watch my fate unfurl
As underneath you I whirl
Cassiopeia, help me face it
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Alchemy
03:47
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The alchemist assembled a boy of golden parts
He said “I’ve conquered weakness, this is no commercial art
And will never see himself or know his power came for free
His brain’s a gilded engine, Midas you will bow to me.”
I saw you on a visit to a museum on debut
I thought you were a sculpture but then I watched you move
Too perfect to be real, I closed my eyes against the glare
You surveyed my emotion with a hard and distant stare
He’s living and breathing but he’s made of gold
It’s the craziest story the public’s been told
They wrap him in their passions but he’s still cold
I’d paint myself metallic if it would set me free
I wanna wear you to cover me
And you wonder why others don’t glint the way that you do
How do I tell you
Voices at the alchemist’s door cry forth a desperate plea
“Oh, won’t you change my body too, maybe he’ll then love me”
And all the world is offering him the powers to preside
But I mimic a machine so he took me aside
He’s living and breathing but he’s made of gold
It’s the craziest story the public’s been told
They wrap him in their passions but he’s still cold
I’d paint myself metallic if it would set me free
I wanna wear you to cover me
And you wonder why others don’t glint the way that you do
I will become you
I aspire to more than the frailty of my skin, it’s hard to stop once you’ve begun
Control the mind, design it like architecture, I’ll polish myself through intention
Real gold’s heavy, and you never lean on anyone, your strength is on display
But I carry the weight of you in other ways
Your nerves respond submissively to orders they receive
Gold blood’s afraid to pump itself unless you give it leave
You’re master of your body like you’re master over mine
I still hope that one day you’ll come back to me resigned
And say, “I can no more live by thinking”
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After Hours
02:30
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With muddled tongues and shaking lips
We are searching for a script
To give us pretty words to wield
And to articulate how we feel
It’s a ceaseless prologue
Full of empty dialogue
And bewilderment and strain
You and I are not the same
Ooo
But the after hours are the better hours
The proceedings take on a glossy sheen
And no performance ever felt so clean
Ooo
Finally I know what you want
Here alone you’re discernible
Cause here alone you’re emotional
Every clue we carefully leave
Every hint we cannot read
Every phrase that comes out wrong
Each sacrifice to appear strong
Every little thing I fear
For which I try to come prepared
We find our pride in someone else
And find the blame within ourselves
Ooo
But the after hours are the better hours
The proceedings take on a glossy sheen
And no performance ever felt so clean
Ooo
Finally I know what you want
Here alone you’re discernible
Cause here alone you’re emotional
Ooo
It’s two-dimensional
And that is how you know
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Princess™
03:28
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I live in a castle (yep, a castle)
And I lugged the stones twenty miles to build it
As soon as it was done, snow fell upon it three feet deep
Surrounded by drafty rock I couldn’t shake off the chill
Oh, isn’t it magnificent
And I’m gonna write a novel
A real grand epic society-shattering thing
Cause I’ve heard what other worlds are like
They’re somewhat like this only much better
They bewitch all observers
And feed us the language to speak for them ourselves
Oh, isn’t it magnificent
Today my kitchen fell off of a cliff
Cause I built my fortress on a wobbly precipice
The defenses were ideal but now I can’t cook my quail
I guess things could be worse, you know it leaked anyway
Oh, isn’t it magnificent
And I drew a map that looks like a woman
An estuary lives in her shoulder blade
And mountains run down her knees
And the whole world is her domain
Or maybe it’s the other way around
If that illustrates this terrain
I don’t have the perspective to see it
And I know that you want this life
But perhaps you won’t once you breathe it
Oh, isn’t it magnificent
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Plans
03:14
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