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Under the Ballpark
01:41
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Sun-baked, flattened
Dugout here’s deeper
We see what’s coming
And what came before
Ground rule doubles
Bottom of the ninth
Whispered secrets under the ballpark
Take me buy me I don’t care
Let them root
Let me win
Take me buy me I don’t care
Let me root
Let me win
Little brothers disappear
By the seventh inning stretch
Dads are drinking midnight oil
To make sure it never ends
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2. |
Grease Monkeys
01:33
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Don’t go in the garage
The mini-fridge is occupied
The kid told me he heard a noise
And he might run and hide
The lights go out on their own
They’ve gone and crept inside your home
They don’t want you, don’t want me
They just like to fuck with stuff
Busted pipes at the auction
Plugging in is not an option
Everyday is Y2K,
Bet your ass they’ll get their way
Get used to the faulty
Little guys made their rules
No one’s gonna hear you
Their god said no 5G
I told you once:
The tractor’s broken for a reason
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3. |
The Lost Continent
03:22
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99, San Joaquin
The drive-in screen scries for him
A portal to a molten sun
You’ll find just up 99
Follow me
Mind the pothole
Fall into a continent way better than fuckin ours
Break your fall
Fall into a continent way better than fuckin ours
The end is nigh
But Hibiscus said to rejoice
“There won’t be no trouble,
just go down the tunnel”
(Dig)
The end is nigh
But Hibiscus said to rejoice
“There won’t be no trouble,
just go down the tunnel”
(Deep)
Night inside
Break your fall
Fall into a molten sun
End the fuckin wait
Break your fall
Fall into a molten fun
End the fuckin wait
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4. |
Older Than the Hills
02:13
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I’ve been here longer than you’ve even been alive
Workers die in the fields or other ways everyday
Families wither and evaporate in the ground
Amnesia, fever, and extra limbs, come on in
Die
Let’s die
Gonna fuckin die
Let’s die
Hills
Older than the hills
Older than the hills
But if you settle down in The Sway I’ll provide
(Plague is coming)
Some advice for dealing with Valley Fever
(Plague is coming)
Breathing spores will lead to coughing blood
(Plague is here)
What brings you ‘round these parts?
Looking to die
Let’s die
Gonna fuckin die
Let’s die
Hills
Older than the hills
My home
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5. |
Quaternary
02:22
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Turn your watch back
To the Pleistocene
Behold the spires
Pierced through glaciers
Long since melted downstream
How black the bleak rocks and ledges! And those glimmerings of light, afar in the night, what are they? Lamps, lamps, miles away, thousands of feet lower, yet, in seeming, not so far off.
Men stand eight feet tall
Eyelids translucent
The chosen tribe awaits our grand entrance
Let’s fuck it up
Are you incredulous as to these things? Go there, or suffer yourself to be taken as I was, once. See, as I saw, not with the vision of flesh, the walls polished as by jewelers, though excavated as by giants, floors carpeted with long, fleecy gray fabric that looked like fur but was a mineral product; ledges intersected by the builders, and in their wonderful polish exhibiting veinings of gold, silver, green copper ores, maculations of precious stones. Verily, a mystic temple, made afar from the adding crowd, a refuge whereof those who, "Seeing, see not," can I truly say: "And no man knows. And no man saw it ever."
Men stand eight feet tall
Eyelids translucent
The chosen tribe awaits our grand—
And down we go, down
We’re gonna go
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6. |
Lemurian Real Estate
00:47
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Always forward, never flyward
Drill, baby, drill
I’ve been having just a little trouble sleeping lately
Lemurian estate
Got me mad for coastal property
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7. |
Contactee
01:52
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Believe me when I say
I found him by the hole
All dusty
He didn’t know his name
His voice sounds like a cow’s before the bolt
Saying thanks for returning me back to purgatory
How low, ground up
Antill, adoptee
Homestead, guest room
Knocked out, snoring
Horse call, alien sewage, boat fan
Take us back there, under
Show us where you come from
Return
Lock in step
We found an X marked on the spot
Now give us what we want
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8. |
6,713 Kilometers
03:39
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Shambhala, past the demons
Agartha glimmering
Go for a plunge
Shambhala, past the demons
Agartha glimmering
For instance, when the recent forest fires threatened so many parts of California, and an uncontrollable one surrounded the village, they caused a wall of invisible protection to rise between them and the fires, and today one can see the very definite line where the fires ceased.
Shambhala, past the demons,
Agartha glimmering
They point with humble pride to the fact that their central Temple, visible to those who succeed in penetrating the outer forests, and made of delicately carved marble and onyx, has withstood all the temblors and earthquakes of California for ages, while modern buildings expressing the height of our engineering skill are damaged.
Past the bolt, the gun, the hills (hard hat)
Slide beneath the crows (gloves and a spiked bat)
Check the sun, the shadows (and a flashlight)
River to the west (above the movie screen)
Down the hanging rope, don’t slip (and slide down)
Trickle like the rain (and hold your breath tight)
In between stalactite teeth (a light breeze)
Wait the clicks out, one two (three two one)
Take the dirt-encrusted wrist (in darkness)
Press the metal stud full in (in fungus)
Meet abandonero eyes (in skull fire)
Shove the cables all aside (Belowdown)
Check the blinking down below (lights out)
Drop my hand and go (come back tomorrow)
I’m the taxi driver (you’re the diver)
I’m the taxi driver (you’re the diver)
Shambhala, past the demons
Agartha glimmering
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9. |
Whose Names Are Legion
03:56
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When I broke, 2004
She went away underground
She was found unlike before
We got lost, as you do
Rain comes down when it wants
Cold on the ground only if you touch
Sometimes I feel alone
Sometimes I feel with my hands
Sometimes I touch the ground
Sometimes the ground touches me
Agartha, everyone’s so big there
Inside Mt. Shasta there’s little green men
You’ve earned your spot under Bolt Gun Hills
Return to mud from which they made you
Agartha, everyone’s so big there
Inside Mt. Shasta there’s two undagens
You’ve earned your spot under Bolt Gun Hills
To join the choir
Whose names are legion
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Fluppies California
and those glimmerings of light afar in the night, what are they?
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