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It Says
05:54
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It keeps you locked in the basement
Won't let you go outside
You haven't seen the sun for days
It says it hurts your eyes
Heart pounds in time with the pavement
You can't forget
You get halfway and you turn around
Smothered in regret
It says; it says; it says it loves you
It says; it says; it says it cares
It says; it says; it will protect you
It says; it says; don't go, don't dare
It says that they only pity you
You're better off alone
It says that you'll only let them down
So don't get close
Conversations one-sided
They ask what's wrong
Head full of words but it hurts to speak
Long after they're gone
Familiar voices behind the door
Feel the bile rise
Hand on the handle but you can't turn
Can't face their prying eyes
It says you don't have a place here
This world's not yours
Eyes down, mouth shut, they'll give up in time
You'll be safe when they're gone
It says; it says; it says it loves you
It says; it says; it says it cares
It says; it says; it will protect you
It says; it says; don't go, don't dare
[One layer from each verse simultaneously]
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Wednesday's child full of sorrow
Mother stepped over rope
Peridot stone for protection
Hamatiel's blessing for troth
Steel key in the cradle
Keep the black dwarves at bay
Breathe on the infant when baptized
Cast the devil away
Dew from fresh graves in the churchyard in May at sunrise
Heal the child's ailments and they will be bonny and wise
Sixpence to bury the dead
Sixpence to bury the dead
Children sing ring a roses
All fall down as they play
Pleasant scents to protect you
Keep the bad air away
Tales of wolves that will eat you
If into the forest you stray
Hags that ride you at nighttime
Fairies take you away
And the blackbirds baked in the pie start to sing
A dainty dish, surely fit for a king
Sixpence to bury the dead
Sixpence to bury the dead
Dress in nine things of nine colours
As a cure for the ague
Tie your garters round gallows
As a ward against plague
Breathe the breath of the white mare
Cut the ear of a goat
Eat a breakfast of spiderwebs
Purge the cough from your throat
Drive a nail through the soil at the crossroads, turn three times around
To the next passer by all your fevers shall ever be bound
Sixpence to bury the dead
Sixpence to bury the dead
Throw salt over your shoulder
Lest Old Scratch goad you on
Don't walk under that ladder
'Twixt spirit, and father, and son
See yourself in a coffin-lid
You will join the deceased
Touch the toe of the dead man
And your spirit be eased
The ferryman stood by the riverside holds out his hand
Takes the coins from your eyes as his price for departing this land
Sixpence to bury the dead
Sixpence to bury the dead
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3. |
Liquid Knowledge
04:16
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The eye and the brain
The aqueous humor
The choroid, the sclera, the crystalline lens
The vitreous humor
The iris, the pupil
This complicated arrangement of rods and cones
Nature has provided ample protection for these very delicate organs
The skull, the bony walls, the fatty tissue, and the bony orbit
The facts presented here are not generally known,
And have only recently been accepted by science
Let us realise that light rays,
Reflected from any object,
Radiate knowledge in all directions
Right now, at this very moment,
Tiny beams of magnified knowledge,
Entering your own eyes,
Provide nourishment to the tissues of the brain
This causes a response, or reflex, within our brain
Which brings about
Harmonious internal adjustments
Of all parts of the science of today
It is necessary that both our eyes
Be fixed upon the same point
In order that we may see science clearly
When an object has reached a distance
Of 15 feet or more,
The rays entering our eyes
Are practically parallel
But if a distant object approaches the eye,
The angle between the entering rays
Again grows larger
The soft, pliable body of the lens
Must take on different degrees of convexity
To form a sharply-focused image
With marvellous speed and accuracy
The eye and the brain
The aqueous humor
The choroid, the sclera, the crystalline lens
The vitreous humor
The iris, the pupil
This complicated arrangement of rods and cones
The eye and the brain
The aqueous humor
The choroid, the sclera, the crystalline lens
The vitreous humor
The iris, the pupil
This complicated arrangement of rods and cones
The eye and the brain
Now compare this with the focal adjustment of a camera
Here the lens remains unchanged,
But the film itself is moved
Until it reaches a sharp focal image
A camera cannot see science
The brain can expand and contract to contain knowledge
Liquids cannot be compressed
When a sudden jolt of liquid knowledge
Enters into the nose, it is
Confined within the rigid capsule of the skull
And must therefore exert pressure upon the brain
The tear gland,
Which secretes the tear fluid,
Through the tear ducts,
Into the nose,
Protects the brain against liquid knowledge
Knowledge must only pass into the brain as light;
Thus it is molded by the lens
Into an even curve against the retina,
Which science has called
One of the main features of the eye mechanism
The eye and the brain
The aqueous humor
The choroid, the sclera, the crystalline lens
The vitreous humor
The iris, the pupil
This complicated arrangement of rods and cones
The eye and the brain
It is well for us to know
That our eyes are one of our greatest gifts of nature
And are indeed worthy
Of our constant care and protection
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4. |
Monsters
04:37
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Came home late from school one day
Tears in your eyes you wouldn't tell me why
Teacher said you're a quiet child
With a brilliant future if you'd only try
Your mother and me, we didn't get along
Damaged people getting worse each day
It wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong
Broke my heart to see you move away
Close your eyes and hug me closer
I'll protect you from all the monsters
Under your bed
You tried to tell them what you could see
In the wee small hours when you couldn't sleep
They laughed and teased and called you names
Even your best friend said that you're a creep
I didn't leave the house for days
Couldn't face the outside world alone
When you said I miss you dad
I died inside, thought I could not go on
Close your eyes and hug me closer
I'll protect you from all the monsters
Under your bed
Their slimy hands, their staring eyes
Scaly skin and crooked smiles
Hide in shadows til you dream
Make nightmares out of everything
Plant wicked thoughts like rotten seeds
Dwell on all my darkest deeds
Pull me down into the night
For you I won't give up the fight
Close your eyes and hug me closer
Please protect me from all the monsters
Under my bed
In trying to make up for lost time
I was pushing you away
You say that you know what I did
Where do you think you heard those tales
The misplaced wisdom of the young
You're tired of walking on eggshells
I never asked you to hold back
Never told you not to be yourself
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5. |
Please Hold
02:53
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Please hold
Please hold me
You are number 546 in the queue
You are number 1 in my heart
Your call is important
Your call is everything to me
Please hold
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Tighter
Closer
Hold me like one of your French phones
Please hold
Please hold me
Please me
Press 1 for the main menu
Press 2 for my secret menu
All our operators are currently occupied
All my thoughts are currently preoccupied
Please hold
Please hold me
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6. |
Fell in Love with a JPEG
04:03
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(Drum noises!)
(You're in the wrong octave, chungus)
I'm in love with a JPEG
I think I like her face but it's so compressed
I'm in love with a JPEG
Took a minute to download at 56k
I'm in love with a JPEG
I found her one day while browsing Geocities
I'm in love with a JPEG
It was love at first sight, although the quality's shitty
Got a long-distance lover
Stayed up all night on ICQ
Wish I could see her in motion
I'll buy a cam, get her one too
Says she lives in Alaska
Gonna meet her IRL one day
She'll come over to visit
If I just send her the money to pay
(Ooh)
Doot-doot-doo-dah,
Doot doot doo-doo
Doo doop doot dah dooooo
Doot-doot-doo-dah,
Doot doot doo-doo
Dooh dah doodle-doodle-dah dooooo
I keep her on my hard drive
In a folder I hope my mum doesn't find
I'd take her out more often
But I'm worried I might go blind
(Ooh)
(Dude, you sure you wanna put that in?)
(It'll be fine)
(More cowbell!)
[Repeat to taste]
My 256k girlfriend
Wish I could be her real friend
Her blocky curves, her colour bands
I love her through these artefacts
[Bonus internet]
A proud member of the indie musician webring.
Sign my guestbook.
Best viewed with open eyes.
Under Construction.
All praise the hamster dance.
You're the man now, dog.
Requires Shockwave Flash.
Badger, mushroom, snake.
HotBot, the WIRED search center.
Excite Search: twice the power of the competition.
Lycos: it's amazing where Go Get It will get you.
AltaVista: view multimedia from our vantage point.
Dogpile, Aliweb, Reference.com, MetaCrawler, What-U-Seek, Ask Jeeves, Search.com.
Google was originally called BackRub.
Angelfire still exists.
YouTube started as a dating website advertised on Craigslist.
Its first ever video would take over 313 microfortnights to download on a 28k modem.
They have really really really long, uh, trunks.
Rule 34.
I was once nearly expelled for nuking all the Windows 95 PCs at school.
Stay safe out there on the information superhighway.
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7. |
Pick of the Pod
04:51
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Daddy, did you have peas like this when you were little?
Yes, Lynn, we had peas that tasted just like these.
I used to go out in the garden, and pick them fresh for dinner.
Daddy, how do peas grow?
You really wanna know?
Uh huh!
Well, I'll tell ya.
After dinner, we'll get the big wonder book,
And I'll tell you the whole story.
You know, when I was a boy, we had a small vegetable garden
Not far from the kitchen door.
When peas were in season, mother used to send me out pick them.
She and your Aunt Carrie used to shell them by hand.
But nowadays, think how much easier it is.
Why, we can have fresh peas any day of the year!
[Scratching] Daddy, how do peas grow?
You really wanna know? Uh-huh. Well, I'll tell ya.
The pea fields of the Midwest.
Heart of America's great pea-growing region.
In the towns that dot the countryside,
Breathes a social and economic life
That hinges on the harvest and canning of vegetables
For the Market Baskets of the World.
For when the pods are well-filled,
And the harvest heavy,
There is work for everyone
And community prosperity.
Harvested just at the instant Nature says ready,
When the vines are covered with dew,
And the pods are crisp and snappy,
When the peas are at their peak,
That's when the mower goes to town.
One hour too early or too late,
And that prime quality may be lost forever.
It's a race of men and machines against time!
Lending every scientific aid to develop
The finest peas that can be grown.
For it's in the field,
And in the field alone,
That quality is made.
The wagon train lumbers across the field
To the vining station
For the next chapter
Of pea progress
This is just a sort of warmer-upper -
Those peas ain't seen nothin' yet!
Comes now the final ordeal.
It's every pea for himself,
And only the fit survive.
These two young fellows are weak and watery.
These overgrown ones, hard and starchy, their flavour gone,
Out you go!
[Scratching] Daddy, how do peas grow?
[Scratching] Daddy, how do they get in the can?
It's the last lap now, and those tender peas,
Like a June morning peeking at you through a window,
Are lined up at attention
Awaiting their turn at the filling machine.
Canning is a fast-tempoed climax,
That happens faster than a firm whack
With a flat paddle.
By now, every one of those ambitious young peas
Knows it's been places
And no mistake about it!
It can throw out its chest, and say:
I am a world champion!
The best that nature, science,
Men, and machines combined,
Can produce!
Uniform in colour,
Uniformly tender;
The finest flavour every captured
From a garden
On a dewy June morning.
The Pick of the Pod.
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8. |
Serotonin Syndrome
05:10
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I used to walk in the rain
With my invisible friend
I never saw them again
Were they just in my head?
A bump in the night
A bright flash of light
Are you feeling alright?
Yeah, everything's fine
That feeling again
That fog on the brain
My ears start to ring
As the room slowly spins
Out like a light
Wake up feeling tired
Count electric sheep
Is this really me?
And there's no release
From this nameless disease
This sense of unease
And I can't decide
Is it all in my mind
Seen by gaslight?
SSRI
SNRI
NASSA
SARI
TCA
MAOI
CBT
DBT
ACT
IPT
MBCT
EMDR
It's 3 a.m.
It's raining again
I turn to my friend
And take them by the hand
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Depthbuffer London, UK
Producing an eclectic mix of electronic music from a tiny room in London, England. His output ranges from one-off, quirky singles spawned from a single idea, to slightly more "serious" in-depth work, with a wide range of influences and no single discernible subgenre throughout. ... more
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