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Spine
01:13
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Is there meaning in between the hours
In the sights and sounds
Delusion is a simply thing
Clarity, misunderstanding
I quit everything I’ve ever started
Do I start again
Intrusive thoughts come swinging swiftly
Showing teeth, get in the way
Lotus flowers always die
The floor is blinking, walls are melting
Spine bending backwards
One being after
Seeing through an open wound
The glue is showing signs of cracking
Hidden in an unclear answer
Left to read the daily news
Overwhelming disapproval
Hear the sounds of sudden rain
Many ways to see a sunset
Form is emptiness is form
Open your eyes slightly wider
Ignorance is not bliss
Spine bending backwards
One being after
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2. |
Always Searching
02:51
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No side door opening
Beyond the world of everything
Bubbles pop, are we done
Re-consumed by the sun
Troubled time, absolute
Find a tree, you’ll find a root
Flowing down an endless stream
Waking now from what’s a dream
Cutting out
Can't be found
Constantly practice the way, the stars, the sea
Always searching
Cutting out, can’t be found
Every time we’re stepping down
Slipping through underneath
From closed off mind to conscious sleep
Cold and free, I’m an alien to me
Always searching
What to do, sick on a ship that’s bound to lose
Moving swiftly
Constantly practice the way, the stars, the sea
Always searching
Cold and free, I’m an alien to me
Always searching
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3. |
Self Doubt
01:14
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How to lose my own perspective
Rejection of the conscious waste
Who defines my total being
We are made of the sun
Nervous on a search for answers
Selfless, full of selfishness
I am not your expectation
All the colors shift to one
Their eyes don’t matter
Hit my head on every rung
Self-doubting chatter
Truth
We are nothing
We are everything
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4. |
Transfiguration
02:02
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Standing on a pillar up in space
What will be sacrificed
Flay my ribs clean
Just make sure I am hanging upside down
Burst from within
The bomb goes off inside my every mind
My nose is dripping now with blood
And flowing with rays of light
Transfiguration
Moment of death
Chair sits, we’re staring at the wall
Ink running out from every pore
What’s mystical is the mundane
I am a humble sinner too
The lightning blurs my vision
The mountain air is cold
My eyes stay static, spinning
Will never be the same
Transfiguration
Moment of death
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5. |
Be
00:59
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Blurred eyes staring at the walls again
When you do right even when it’s not so clear
Sit around trying just to lose yourself
Ego fades away, at least hopefully
Unfold me
Become you
Become not you
Be
Stillness shouting at the top of its lungs
As the snow falls, covering my heart again
Don’t just think of the ocean waves
Separation goes away and we’re one once more
Unfold me
Become you
Become not you
Be
Hard hitting approach of a blank stare mind
With a transparent view of eternal sea
Wake up early to become the sun
Wide eyed vision of a wide eyed vision
Unfold me
Become you
Become not you
Be
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Zazen Tapes Buffalo, New York
Small batch punk, noise, & experimental cassettes
Est. 2019
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