A​.​E​:​R​/​N.

by Stephan Nettekoven

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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

Stephan Nettekoven - Composition & Lyrics
Connor Hall - Album Artwork

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Stephan Nettekoven

Aimless composer. Abuser of Samples, Destroyer of MIDI. Also really bored. What else is there to say?

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Track Name: Brineheart
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..."
Track Name: IGNOROBO - PART VI: BAD SECTOR
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
Track Name: Under Impasse
INSERT LYRICS HERE
Track Name: Not A Thing
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