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I Can't Stay Here
03:50
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The air outside was cold today
A little too cold
The grass is getting healthier
And our house is getting old
It's a shame the cards predict an early spring
I would've liked to see that more than anything
But I can't stay here
Any longer
Not while the visions of imminent destruction
Are growing stronger
The people of the settlement
Are finally catching on
It's an all consuming darkness
But soon will come the dawn
And when they come in numbers seeking for us
How long, you think, until they torch our forest?
See I can't stay here
Any longer
Not while the visions of unassailable chaos
Are growing stronger
I admire and respect you all
And I wanna stay kind
But if you can't feel our powers fading
Have you lost your minds?
You can see me as another heartless grifter
I will still hold vigils for you
I will still call you my sisters
I just can't stay here
Any longer
Not while the visions of psychogenic infestation
Grow stronger
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I saw you at the market
You were gathering your thoughts, collecting loose ends
If the almanacs are anything to go by
You and I oughtta make great friends
I could tell just looking at you
You got a knack for the higher affairs
I dabble in the arts myself
And I got the feeling we could get somewhere
Cuz I've got:
Three small pieces of obsidian
A few small bundles of leaves
A box full of fresh candles
And a handful of hairbrained schemes
So let's go
Let's go
Do you wanna go
To the astral plane?
I saw you at the market
With material components in your drawstring purse
Not the best attempt at staying discreet
But I've seen worse
I know our ways hold contradictions
Our robes bear different colors and our patrons different names
But the high regard in which we hold our rituals
Might make us one and the same
And I've got:
Seven to ten small smooth river stones, and I've got
A journal full of dreams, I've got
A couple fresh sprigs of lavender
And a handful of hairbrained schemes
So let's go
Oh honey let's go
I think we could go
To the astral plane
Go!
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3. |
👻
02:26
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If I weren't so worried all the time
I don't know what I'd do with myself
I'd probably wake up in an Arby's parking lot
On the other side of the state
And as I got my bearings
My worries would all come back to me one by one
And I'd take them home
And I'd tuck them in
And I'd break their stupid legs with a ball peen hammer
(A ball peen hammer)
If I didn't have executive dysfunction
I don't know what I'd do with myself
Probably have a job I could actually do
And make all of the art that I wanted to
And a feeling of worthlessness
Would manifest physically inside my house
So I'd paint it blue
And I'd call it a ghost
And I'd tell it that's it's gotta move out by the end of April
(The end of April)
When I figure out why I feel this way
I think I know what I'll do with myself
Gonna try every day and be a little bit better
Than I was the day before
And when I feel like quitting
Or dying or like I'll never be enough
I'm gonna take a deep breath
And I'll drink some water
And I'll set aside some time to tell my friends I love them
(I'll tell my friends I love them)
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4. |
Humongous Fungus
02:04
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Just because I am bigger than you
Doesn't mean you can walk all over me
But I love when you see me in bloom
And go foraging for my extremities
Don't look for a treatment I'm not a disease
I'm living in thousands of acres of trees
And my tubular filaments grow wild and free
Because I am a society
Yessir I am a society
I remember when I was a spore
Just a regular northwestern fungus
But I always dreamed I'd be more
And somehow I wound up humongous
But I'm no record breaker I'm just plain old me
A huge armillaria solipedes
And my thousands of rhizomorphs grow wild and free
Because I am a society
Yessir I am a society
Oh yes I am a society
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"Light and darkness are not equal
They're opposite, but they're not equal
Light does not depend on darkness for its existence
This is what the occultists say
Two different forces
Both sitting there in opposition to each other
Presenting different sides of the same being
That is not what Christiananity says
That is not what classicallll uh uh uh uh philosophy all the way back to antiquity says
They are not the same thing
They are not equal to each other
Light is a force unto itself
It is a positive popositive force
In order to bring about darkness
Something must first happen to the light
It must be extinguished or dimmed
The light must go out
Then and only then does darkness settle in
Darkness is aabsolutely and totally totally pendant on light
They are not
Equal eequal
Opposites"
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6. |
Beware False Prophets
03:37
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Beware the man all dressed in blue
His mighty blade may comfort you
He gets you on his side and then
He sells you out to his real friends
The ones who got beneath your skin
Will make fun of you for trusting him
His glowing eyes reveal the truth
Beware the man all dressed in blue
Beware the woman of pink flames
Though she be known by many names
Her healing aura may entice
But this deception is precise
Beware no matter what she says
There's poison in those chalices
Her glowing eyes reveal the same
Beware the woman of pink flames
Beware false prophets of all creeds
They cannot satisfy your needs
Their company is no success
Don't look to them for happiness
Fulfillment comes from no one else
You're gonna have to save yourself
To thrive in this accursed age
Beware false prophets where they stray
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7. |
The Season of Revelation
04:19
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The words I write on the soles of my feet
The constellations on my skin
Are invocations of the inner world
And the future I see rolling in
The vibes have been atrocious lately
Maybe that's a good thing
The visions haven't gotten any quiter
There's poison in my bones still festering
When the great reptilian eye shines down upon us
This will all be washed away
And I dearly hope that I am not still stuck here
On that glorious day
I have seen the destruction of the valley
I have seen the power of the all-consuming light
I've seen the way your father treats his people
I know something isn't right
I feel so powerless and empty
I feel like I'm losing control
Everything feels so impossible
So yeah fuck it let's go
When the Season of Revelation is upon us
This will all be washed away
And I dearly hope that my loved ones can save themselves
On that glorious day
(and i have experienced
an embryonic state of the universe
and i have experienced
the beautiful awakening of truth
and i have seen
the undivided mission of demogogues
and i've seen the wrath of an unconscious mind)
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8. |
Almost There
05:21
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Pack light and travel steady
Keep a medium pace
Keep that grimace of determination
Etched into your face
Make headway in the daytime
Stay wary of illusions
Not every puzzle you find out here
Has a logical solution
(Not every puzzle you find out here
Has a logical solution)
The path will be illumined
Be mindful of its lack of features
Try your best not to lose yourself
Or get possessed by nightmare creatures
The journey is not linear
The journey is not nice
Take comfort that you'll never need to cross
The same river twice
(Take comfort that you'll never need to cross
The same river twice)
We are the ones who seek eternity
We are fragments of the stars
We are disciples of experience
We are becoming who we are
The world is crumbling around me
The grain is giving way
You should've left me where you found me
For I am not OK OK
(You should've left me where you found me
For I am not OK OK)
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