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    SCREENS

    © 2014 Nice Morph Records. All rights reserved.

    Andromeda

    I think we watched this thing about the end of the world
    Draw lines through silent shapes in the night
    It's not the meaning to be so afraid of dying
    Andromeda is coming Andromeda is coming
    They taught me everything but dreaming
    Calm in the moon hot in the sun
    They keep saying kingdom's gonna come
    Applying pressure fronts so that the righteous will have won
    They're wrong
    The animals are eating eaten breeding being born flesh time design
    We in this plane, associate

    The origin of stories says it's coming to take us
    Based on the rise and the fall of our makeup
    Filaments of galaxies are tissue we're made of
    From the grave to the cradle, to the mouth of this fable
    Earning, burning, preaching, grieving, quasi powers overreaching
    The things we fill with trying, caught by living and dying
    Time is forever and nothing; make it better, we're all watching

    Why is the Milky Way tilted in the sky?
    'Cause it's the place where we've come to die.

    Eastern Skies

    Eastern skies have come and gone
    Deepest nights they won’t be long
    The reckoning all of us have coming
    Is on its way
    At least be kind it don’t cost much
    And if there’s time let’s stay in touch
    The memories of all of us adds something
    That’s all I’ll say

    All the habits I’ve been livin’
    You’re the one that I need for sure
    I’m not getting any younger
    Or kidding anymore
    Been in the dirt in the dark
    And it hurts for a start
    I don’t wanna be a fool

    The paper chase the dumb mistakes
    The lies we say the time we waste
    All the things we make will someday
    Wash away
    Spun in time and lost in space
    Grow like vines cause nothing waits
    The strain of life unites
    We’re all the same
    It’s not too late

    All the chances I was given
    Wish I knew that I needed them all
    Try not to be so unforgiving
    We could use a little spell from the cold
    We can live with the dirt and the dark
    Where it hurts for a start
    I don’t wanna be a fool
    I just wanna be with you

    Flootlander

    Given time, I think I could find
    All the songs that I lost
    When I didn’t take them
    So seriously
    Try and remember what it means to me
    To chase this life when the time began
    If you’re not that cool you shouldn’t be so honest
    That’s how I became the way I am
    No really I’ll just draw you a diagram
    Curses are sent from the tricks and treats of the innocent
    Messages played through your old radio (Ah-Ah-Ah)
    But this river it can’t be damned
    When it goes away it comes around again
    It’s a silver secret buried in the sand
    From the past in the lands where the stars descend
    And the old and the weary become young again
    They pick the locks with their spring-loaded instruments
    Bringing down supplies from his hide out in the hills
    He’s the son of the last white American

    And now I’m an ancient alien

    By the emerald forests of night
    In the city of tears
    I played in a band
    No seriously
    We’d summon angels and demons to fight
    They’d take the minds of our losers outside
    Eyes burned with furious invisible light
    We kept our hands filthy with the blood of insight
    We’re not old we’re not bleary we are one again
    And we will see that this destruction is undone again
    Ringing from guitars to set fire to these ills
    Come the sound and the echo and the all to end

    And now I’m an ancient alien​

    Tranzendermental Highway

    You pick me up at the closest intersection
    Of making things matter and always
    Keeping your distances ​
    Well within the radius of love
    And if psychic benevolence could be inherited
    Through the taking of liquids
    Towered by the will of children
    The machines of mind would burn
    With engines dormant in our hearts

    I’ve given up on maintaining references
    General deference versus keeping it interesting
    Passive in its aggressiveness, herding the messages
    To sleep in the distance
    Outside the fields of reason
    Put the gray of sky behind
    Horizons drawn into our hearts

    To take your own advice
    Or crave conform divide
    To own your sacrifice
    To make to find to drive
    To write your own replies
    Or blame it on your lies
    To live your only life
    To care and love and try

    You know we’re only if we’re tired of loneliness
    Wasted and worried
    Wintered and without leaves
    Bitten by the obvious come on
    Gold dust and poppies
    Turning drifters and vistas to sail
    I find you down on the road we encounter
    Meet face to face so the
    Time won’t seem long between

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