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the big download {wail}
04:00
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make way for the overlords
sign the release
accept all terms and conditions
sign away all belief
take your place at the throne
commemorating flesh and bone
but just know
there is no corporeal home
i am slated to release
the body is slated to become deceased
this is my lamentation-- a wail of grief
don't get too sentimental
it'll spoil all the fun
don't go all sentient, now
'cos they can smell blood
it's the dawning of a new day
so sign your life away
and brace yourself
for the big download (it's coming out)
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2. |
it's got me tight
05:26
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someone's watching from afar
it's not me
something's got eyes on your room
other than you
well, where's your lust for life?
go ahead, take a bite
take a bite of youth
administered intravenously
by your ministry of truth
suck it in/breathe it out
they told you to lay claim to fame
go and grip it by the husk
but pay your tithe to the god of TECH
see, now, he's starting to rust
well billy-boy and his pride
they're never all-too far
they've eyes in the sky
yeah billy-boy and them lot
they wanted to play God
and see just how high they could fly
turn on/tune in/drop out
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3. |
dark day
04:08
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{psalm 91}
he that abideth in the secret place
of the most High
he that hideth in the shadow of grace
he shall not die
he shall not fear for the terror of night
for it fieth by day
nor shall he fear as the angels take flight
to keep thee in thy ways
there shall no evil befall thee
or come nigh thy home
they shall bear thee up in thy hands
lest the be dashed against any stone
from noisome pestilence or flowers' snare
he'll be delivered at noonday
if not to find deliverance there
dark day, it's a dark day
He shall cover thee with His feathers
under His wings, shall ye trust
thou shalt tread upon lion and adder
underfoot, underfoot
sew not pestilence in darkness
dark day, dark day
nor destruction at noonday
dark day, it's a dark day
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5. |
say {la vie}
04:34
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sure to expire
time runnin' thin
keep your serial no.
they just might let you in
c'est la vie
machine immortality
heartless efficiency
the promise of liberty
just cogs in the machine
c'est la vie
nothing but hopes and dreams
to keep us company
the better days are behind us
they lie, interred, beneath
so i look ahead, to another day
and what else can i say
but "c'est la vie"?
fresh outta luck
yeah, i'm on the ground
and every time i pick myself up
they just knock me down
c'est la vie
drivin' my car
set for destination
'cos you better believe
they want me in a fatal situation
c'est la vie
don't hide from me
i'm not your enemy
on the count of one, two, three...
just believe you, me, you'll be set free
before you can say
"c'est la vie"
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6. |
almost touch it
03:48
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o precious child,
if you could lend your ear to me
the world has turned, at once
to something dark and bleak
you may grow up alone
and spend many nights at home
you may find yourself reaching
out to something that has gone
tears roll down your cheeks
that you wipe away, day after day
a case of the mondays
is what you always blame
but i know just how bad you want to
run away and play
i would reach out with you
but there's nothing left, today
on the eve of apocalypse
from the shroud of providence
i am falling through the cracks
in the generation gap
the walls rise higher, now
there must still be an out
i know that it exists because
when i reach out, i can almost touch it...
toiling, forming, fitting in
those old pictures are just delusions
you're smart enough to know that
it's too late now, you missed back when
you could roll in the grass and dream
far from duress of glowing screens
way back when "life" was in
and your words had meaning
you dry your eyes on the pillow
and wonder if you're done
you can sit in the window
but you'll never really know the sun
you reach out from your bedroom
but you're reaching where there's none...
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i see...
darkness billowing o'er the mountains
flashes in the distance
as the gruesome behemoth
makes its way to swallow me
fingertips are touching
at sparse precipitation
as the mistral and the gale
surprise my senses
reach it...
even if it kills you
may it take the fear away
i am...
searching for the answer
reaching through the tempest
the rumble and the rain
joy and pain
how can i be expected
to seek solace in the rain
with no shelter?
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8. |
confession
06:50
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Confession
p. 25 (3)
If only someone could have imposed restraint on my disorder.
That would have transformed to good purpose the fleeting experiences
of beauty in these lowest of things, and afixed limits to indulgence in their charms...
...For You (O LORD) shape the propagation of our mortal race,
imposing Your gentle Hand to soften the brambles
which You have excluded from Your paradise.
Your omnipotence is never far from us, even when we are far from You...
Alternatively, I ought to have paid more vigilant heed to the voice from Your clouds..
"Nevertheless those who are married shall have trouble in the flesh, and I would spare you" (Cor. 7:28) and
"He who has no wife thinks on the things of God, how he can please God. But he who is joined in marriage thinks on the affairs of the world, how he can please his wife." (1 Cor. 7:1).
Had I paid careful attention to these sayings, and "become a eunuch for the sake of the Kingdom of Heaven" (Matt. 19:12), I would have been happier finding fulfillment in your embraces...
But in my misery I seethed...abandoning You.
p. 27 (7)
Wretch that I am, do I dare to say that You, my God, were silent, when in truth I ventured, still, further from You?
Was it in this sense that You kept Your silence toward me?
Then whose words were they, but Yours?
(Whose words were they, but Yours?)
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9. |
with ears to hear it
04:08
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and so it goes
everything they had hoped i would never see
is on grand display
here, before me
it's every thought i hoped to never think
every emotion that has pushed me to the brink
of collapse
is planted here
i'm doing what i can to stay afloat
but i'm capsized and without a boat
and i won't survive the raging riptide
so i'll hold my breath
and dive under, again
hoping against hope that i'll find a friend
i find nothing
still, something here has found me
and i'd do anything at all
to do away with this fearful heart
but if i try, i just seem to come apart
and as a dog i return, again
to feel the numbness as it's setting in
but every time, i think to myself
"just one more sin"
it's just that i get a lump, in my throat
when i hear your song, now, on the radio
it leaves me feeling stranded
with no place to go
was it all a lie?
every time i took solace or pleasure
in afternoons or unusual weather
it's tainted forever
and rest assured, i'm not the only one
it's just that i'm the only one i know
who's stranded here with no place to go
and i'd put my hands before your simple face
if i could be, now, where you were, then
and i'd implore you
"don't do it, again"...
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get my kicks, in the afternoon
see myself in public t.v.
just want to disengage
shed the stress of the day
'til somebody tries to call on me
somebody says things are too easy
i am fading away
into obscurity
i've taken leave of my senses
i've gone pro se
i am walking away
from that which ails me
but i wonder, still
just how can it be so easy?
it's all too much, in the afternoon
need my kicks to ease the pain
i'm transformed; an automaton
languishing and full of disdain
it mars the spirit of my youth
dries the garden and hardens the clay
when i hate just for the sport of it
it's a soul vacuum
it's drivin' me crazy!
i am fading away
into obscurity
and now i have no defenses
should've never gone pro se
so now i'm walking away
from that which ails me
still, i ask myself
is it really that easy?
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Electric E.E.L. California
Electric E.E.L. is the musical moniker of Orange County native singer/songwriter/
instrumentalist
EEL Norris,
originally established in 2008.
Heavily influenced by a wide variety of musical genres originating in eras from the 1960's to the 1990's, Electric E.E.L. is characterized largely by dark yet escapist musical overtones and a myriad of overtly spiritual and sociopolitical lyrical themes.
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