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Brickbat Mansion Comp​.​Vol​.​One

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released October 26, 2018

Cover Photography by Kristin Neuschwander.

All proceeds go to Friends of Lone Fir Cemetery.
www.friendsoflonefircemetery.org

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Track Name: Black Magdalene - The Double
Himself by himself
Never all alone
Sorrow is concealed in gilded palaces There is no escape

He met a stranger on the bridge
In the sideways rain
Made in his image
Sent to take his place

He sees but does not see
The adversary
Devils breed in still waters
There is no escape

He met a stranger on the bridge
In the sideways rain
Made in his image
Sent to take his place
Track Name: Devoured by Flowers - Power (Infinite Sea Mix)
I've set myself free
From the powers that be
Some of us know that the game is rigged
I'm no longer moved
By voices of religion
Who make it a crime just to be myself
I'm no longer moved
By the poorly painted mask
Politicians live in a world of deception

No one controls my mind
Or tells me what to do with my time
No one has power over me
I am an ancient tree
I am an infinite sea
No one has power over me

There's no such thing
As stability
We may as well enjoy the ride

There's no such thing
As authority
They all have something to hide

I'm no longer moved
By Blind servitude
Fear Mongers will shout
From their imaginary high ground

No one controls my mind
Or tells me what to do with my time
No one has power over me
I am an ancient tree
I am an infinite sea
No one has power over me

This unbearable weight
Is rolling off my back
A salvation of my own design
I'll cut the chains
Even if it kills me
Track Name: Golden Gardens - With Your Chariot Marked By Stars
Crimson leaves gather dust on the ground
Gold decay underfoot, it's the loneliest sound
Each day that I'm alone in this cold
I feel a weight possessing everything I know

As I look to the skies up above
A lone tear hits my cheek as it falls to the earth
Help me to see the beauty in all that's beautiful and magical

We become constellations
Burning bright with a fire
Of all the ardent lovers chained to us in perfect trust
We become constellations
Shining bright like a beacon
Of all the ardent lovers bound to us in silver thread

Crimson leaves turn to mush on the ground
Old decay underfoot, still the loneliest sound
Help us in love to succeed in our efforts as we suffer the toils that they create

As I look to the skies up above
No more tears hit my cheek as I fall to the earth
Now I know there is beauty in all that's beautiful and magical

We become constellations
Burning bright with a fire
Of all the ardent lovers chained to us in perfect trust
We become constellations
Shining bright like a beacon
Of all the ardent lovers bound to us in silver

We become constellations
Burning on in the heavens
Chained together forever in the stars
Track Name: Darkswoon - Dark Matter
you speak in half whispers
you could have been a dream
I had before I got here
before I lost myself the most
you could have been a ghost

I am half measured
I am half imagination
I am half reassured
I am half into resignation

I want to tell you you matter to me
but I am dark matter to you
invisible, invisible
invisible, invisible

I want to feel something rose city
'cause I always feel so dull
invisible, invisible
electrocute me rose city
Track Name: We Are Parasols - Run for Defense
You are angry with the mother
Hunger for a lover
You are frightened of the father
Haunted by his daughters

Oh, the many accusations fly
They are bent by your lens
Oh, you have to force my hand
As we run for defense

Oh, Judas is your best friend
Never want the night to end
You are tortured when you’re sober
Adding up the numbers

Oh, the many accusations fly
They are bent by your lens
Oh, you have to force my hand
As we run for defense
Track Name: Xibling - Sheets of White Paper
This one’s for those time honored jizz stains
poetically carved onto sheets of white paper.
Bras left by strangers on the filthy tables
of consequence,
drowning in the contents of the sink
while smoking sheets of white paper.

This one's for the backseats of taxis
payed for with tricks turned full circle
tangled in the solos the sleepers and the workers
holding up the street lights, pay her
with visions in the sheets of white paper.

This isn't for you, in your cybernetic, sociopathetic,
meandering misunderstanding of the sensual value
of sheets of white paper.
This isn't for clumsy me, my indirect ineptitude,
insisting upon marking the places I fall.
My guts on the wall are nothing next to
sheets of white paper.
Track Name: The Secret Light - Circuits Collide
I've been here for a long time
Thinking time away
You crawled out from a dumpster
Tomorrow is today

In my apocalyptic dreams
I've always seen you waiting there
Knowing someday I would find you
You float among the clouds
While I'm still stuck here on the ground
I've always been one step behind you

Now I don't speak your language
But I know you understand
I've been across the earth
My heart is filled with anguish
As we wander hand in hand
A trash can gave you birth

I don't know what emotion means,
But I know I've never seen
These circuits in my chest light up before
Ever lost, I walk alone
In this junk pile we call home
I never knew what all these parts were for

I've been here for a long time
I know you feel it too
Hand in hand,
As we walk across the land
I hope we get there soon
Track Name: Charlatan - Spectator
Eyes nailed to light, radiating free.
Brightly crucified, nothing left to see.

The colors weary, dulled by the glow.
A dimension lost, they’ll never know.

The hour changes, focus remains the same.
Static affliction, consumes the frame.

Lost in the fields, of synthetic sights.
These sullen prayers, won’t kill the lights.

Welcome distraction, electric life.
A dull perfection, under the knife.

Formats of time, and their expense.
Strange reflections, chew up the sense.

Too weak to think, too cheated to rest.
Peripheral soul, so surely blessed.

A vicarious view, serves to remind.
Tomorrow’s today, today is blind.

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