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STOLEN VHS (VIDEODROME)
00:37
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2. |
IDENTITY THEFT
02:34
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3. |
OCEAN//DEATH
01:03
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4. |
NIGHT SCAVENGER
03:00
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5. |
THE OCEAN IS DYING
04:24
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6. |
DEVOUR ME
03:05
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7. |
TROJAN
02:33
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I can't feel
I can't see
I'm an Ocean, comin' down like a hundred ton Trojan.
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8. |
BRIGHT STARS FADE
05:07
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Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons, steelyringing imperthnthn thnthnthn.
Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Horrid!
And gold flushed more.
A husky fifenote blew.
Blew. Blue bloom is on the
Gold pinnacled hair.
A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin, rose of Castille.
Trilling, trilling: I Dolores.
Peep! Who's in the... peepofgold?
Tink cried to bronze in pity
And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call
Decoy. Soft word. But look! The bright stars fade. O rose! Notes chirruping
Answer. Castille. The morn is breaking.
Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.
Coin rang. Clock clacked.
Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee.
Sweetheart, goodbye!
Avowal. Warm.
When love absorbs.
War! War! The tympanum.
A sail! A veil awave upon the waves.
Horn. Hawhorn.
When first he saw. Alas!
Full tup. Full throb.
Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring.
Martha! Come!
Clapclop. Clipclap. Clappyclap.
Goodgod henev erheard inall.
Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up.
A moonlight nightcall: far: far.
I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.
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9. |
SWORD PLAY
02:50
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10. |
λ
03:21
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There's a mark on your back, where the cane used to be
You're on your knees he says, tell me you missed me
The floor is marble, but it's all bruised and bloodied
Coughing and kicking and screaming in a hurry
You try to waste as much time as you can,
fending him off with flirts and winks of the eye,
but he doesn't seem to care that you look petrified
It's only your body he's thinking of tonight
And it's only your young little legs lifted up
School uniform on the floor, all messed up
Your hands lying up in the air lifted up
Skirt pushed away by his hands lifted up
And he asked you if you wanted to feel like this
And he asked you if you wanted more of this
And he asked you what you wanted from this
It's not love, It's just sick.
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12. |
MINDCRAFT
03:09
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TE†R▲HEDRØИ Melbourne, Australia
Join me, as I dive into a sea of dark grit and Retro-Futurism..
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