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by Mairujyat

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Brineheart 04:38
You meet a mag-i-cal man drink-ing from a jar in hand. "Wor-ry not." he says to you off-ers up a sip of juice. "Pick-ling juice - the heart of the fan-ta-sy! Brine pre-serves the mood of the dream-to-be!" - tan-gy sweet you wince from the taste of it - "Taste of it, TASTE OF IT!" - Brineheart Deep be-low the ci-ty streets, he takes you to where he sleeps. With a twin-kle in his eye he sings songs about the sky. "The sky is blue, a wond'rous hue, the clouds swim like fish in a bay... Be-neath this sea of stars we see a fa-thom-less o-cean of blame." A fathomless ocean of blame... You're per-plexed and ask him why his songs make you wish to die. He just stares, his gaze as-kew, blinks, once, twice, thrice, right at you. Rea-ching for a sim-ple book ne-stled in a co-zy nook, he reads from this an-cient tome; wis-dom for you to take home. "Al-ways brush your teeth af-ter ev-'ry meal! Don't leave out the beef where the dog can steal! Re-mem-ber to look when you cross the street - cross the street, CROSS THE STREET!" - Brineheart "Fu-gu can be poi-son if ill-pre-pared! Tax-i dri-vers just want to steal your fare! If you drink too much wa-ter you will pee - you will pee, YOU WILL PEE!" - Brineheart "Mice will steal your pants when you go to sleep! Rocks go well with a-ny dish con-tain-ing beets! Were-wolves are a-ller-gic to cock-a-tiels - cock-a-tiels, COCK-A-TIELS!" - Brineheart "Choc-'late eggs can hatch in-to cabb-a-ges! Chil-dren are just rude lit-tle sa-va-ges! Pick-le juice will..."
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mag-ne-tic tape running/running running/running running-running-running threading through a labyrinth threading through a labyrinth neurons, synapses always recording collating-and-sorting filing, compiling reveling in the data they trans-mit magnetic tape always recording collecting and storing remembering everything warranting re-ten-tion THESE arCHIVES are MISsing MAny PARtiTIONS lost IN beTWEEN the LINES of CODE with CONseQUENtial PROcessES of AN aDAPtive KIND mag-ne-tic tape running/running running/running running-running-running mag-ne-tic tape running/running running/running running-running-running threading through a labyrinth threading through a labyrinth mag-ne-tic tape running/running running/running running-running-running mag-ne-tic tape running/running running/running running-running-running threading through a labyrinth threading through a labyrinth WHERE IS THE SUN-SET AT THE HOR-I-ZON'S EDGE? WE SAIL EV-ER FOR-WARD TO MEET IT AT LAST. THE VI-BRANCE OF THE SUN-SET, WHERE HAS IT GONE? THE COL-OURS HAVE FAD-ED AND NO LON-GER RUN. WHERE IS THE SUN-SET AT THE HOR-I-ZON'S EDGE? WE SAIL EV-ER FOR-WARD TO MEET IT AT LAST. THE VI-BRANCE OF THE SUN-SET, WHERE HAS IT GONE? THE COL-OURS HAVE FAD-ED AND NO LON-GER RUN. WhE<rr'e IiiS%[ thE Su#NNn? AT thE HorIzzoNn^4>? tHe^ VIb#2raNt S*Unn, WwhE@R(E's It Gon^#e? tHe^5 Co&LouR>s Ha(@Ve Fa!&#De(>d A&n(*ND NO Lo#$%NG&@ER run
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Not A Thing 05:26
We're done. This is through. Stop thinking of me the way you do. We're not a thing any-more We're not a thing any-more "All this regret over nothing." That's what you say; okay, whatever. But if it were nothing, we'd have let it go. But you're still clinging, and so am I. We're not a thing any-more We're not a thing any-more But We're not a thing any-more And We're not a thing any-more We're done. This is through. Stop thinking of me the way you do. All the times we had together don't matter; all trash now. You keep coming up in my thoughts - and every moment I've grown to hate you, because you won't hate me back. We're not a thing any-more And We're not a thing any-more But We're not a thing any-more We're not afraid any-more And We're not afraid any-more But We're not afraid any-more
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this is an album, thank you for listening and/or purchasing; don't hurt yourself on the see-saw. half of these don't have lyrics, the other half aren't in tune; for self-loathing introverts. pardon the mess; I don't need to clean if I know where everything is.

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released April 1, 2017

Mairujyat - Composition & Lyrics
Connor Hall - Album Artwork

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