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Persistence
06:23
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You open up my vein and travel inside
I’ll show you what I’ve lived and where I’ve died
You the choose the route the same place it leads
In case you’d like to know you’ll never leave
This syrup has become my brother in quest
And the relief I feel is a bit too smooth
Insight will guide you through the wreckage you see
To the level which I’ve lived in a spectrum that never bleeds
Persistence: the god of the atheist
You open up my vein and travel inside
I’ll show you what I’ve lived and where I’ve died
And if you think you’ll ever leave
I’ll tell you right now it’s not up to me
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2. |
Can't Serve
05:45
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Hear those people talk
They talk about things you’ll never want
Hear those people talk
They are those things you’ll never want
Six foot tall through a two foot door
Six foot tall through a two foot door
Six foot tall through a two foot door you say…
I don’t know what you want
But I know what I can’t serve
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3. |
Poly-Dimensional
03:30
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Instead of going down from the top to the bottom
Retrace your steps beginnings from an end
Let these eyes re-grow so that I may see
A new form a green leaves from beginning to the end
From the bottom to the top
From the left to the right
From the start to the end
I’ll never blink again
From the bottom to the top
From the left to the right
From the start to the end
I’ll never sleep again
Nourished to a place collecting new words
Speaking to a friend believing in an end
Neverending drive lulled security
The ticking of our time from the left to the right
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Sleeping Beira
05:44
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Feeling through the madness
Not innocence or prowess
Certain lights surround me
The one’s I’ve always known
You the little one keep by my side
Tonight I live at the mercy of the tide
You run around in your black coat
The white one covers your other half
Cooperative nourishment
Untold agreements
What you must feel now
Oh out in the world it all gone away
Oh out in the world I feel the same
Oh your claws they hide my truth
Oh your presence regains my youth
Forage and adapt
Show me how it’s done
The instinct of adaptation has passed me by
Grip of annunciation riddles my mind
Our first journey won’t be too long
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5. |
Slate
05:49
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I have cleaned the old chalk
That held so much weight
Regained what I had lost
Back to a clean slate
There’s someone out there
Chalk in hand
Scribble things unknown
And augment my time
You are rare
Through forested travels
You are rare
Waiting to be unraveled
You are rare
Something in the distance
You are rare
Leary of persistence
Sweet warmth and deep confusion
Resonate within your name
Waiting and slipping
Further behind my regiment
Step forward again
To what end
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6. |
Began The Gears
02:20
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Emerged from the south
Began the gears of fixation
Took three days to carve into place
Took one to anchor my heart
Simple tones and vibrations
The structures of who we are
Explain without concern
You’ll never be too far
Make dreams to attain
Uncover what I’ll be
Instead of going home
Make it here with me
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7. |
Glass Empire
05:39
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Brick by brick
Breaking mirrors
Shattered spines
Sinking beneath
Your glass empire falls in flames
The bay children granted flame
Swimming towards icons
With skin of ink
With hands of peace
Still they lay screeching
Throwing metal and bones
Deceit was born
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8. |
Winter Solstice
05:33
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Winter solstice is my…
Winter solstice is my…
Winter solstice is my…
Winter solstice is my love
Winter solstice is my light
Winter solstice is my psilocybin
Creeping through the night
Winter solstice brings out time
Winter solstice I rely
Winter solstice is my woman
When others choose to lie
Winter solstice blanks our minds
Winter solstice keeps us blind
When we close our eyes and
Open for the cold
Winter solstice hides this crime
Winter solstice shows new lines
Winter solstice does not dwell
Where man-made roots align
Breathing in break the isolation
From the days of old
Just you and I to protect
The world they stole from thee
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9. |
We Bring The Rain
04:32
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Woke up in the rain and now the box is soaked
Hawk drained into back and throat
My eyes they sting
My ears begin to ring
Ants have left the hill
Predicted oh so wrong
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Evening our home…
Through the tickling pane
Rotation brings the rain
Dreams they bring the rain
Licking on my growth the symbol of the era
Brief but wise a gift for our labors
But now the owl returns Augment with new wisdom
Reunion in this cave
Owls bring the rain
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10. |
Adaptation
04:49
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This is who I am
This is who I am
And if so sure of what that is
Naïve I have become
Curled in a drum
My body believes in me
My body will take the heat
Until the day it proves me wrong
Own the pain of change
We own the pain of change
Own the pain of change
Own the pain of change
Own the pain of change
Conscious the rolling routine
Damage unknown to me
Until the day I lose my health
My body belongs to me
This body belongs to me
My body believes in me
My body will take the heat
Until the day it proves me wrong
Own the pain of change
We own the pain of change
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Noctooa Berkeley, California
Noctooa began as an inevitable collaboration between long time friends Sammy Fielding and Jorge Gallo. Clad in black robes, adorned in owl insignia, the duo set out to propagate their own brand of dark neo-folk music, aptly self-proclaimed "Cave Wave". Deep droning vocals, spacious guitars, thunderous drums, and weeping strings... ... more
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