Fantastickal Worldz Teaser
by Countless Others
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Bad Thought Explosions
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This is a lil teaser of our EP Fantastickal Worldz, which will be released July 25th as a beautiful CD with handmade packaging for a tenner and also as a digital download for pay as much as you like. These aren't the final mixes of these for the EP, these are just an idea- a tease. The EP will be 30 minutes longand have 6 songs. Art by David Yanofsky.
This is a lil teaser of our EP Fantastickal Worldz, which will be released July 25th as a beautiful CD with handmade packaging for a tenner and also as a digital download for pay as much as you like. These aren't the final mixes of these for the EP, these are just an idea- a tease. The EP will be 30 minutes longand have 6 songs. Art by David Yanofsky.
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released 14 July 2011
David Yanofksy- Art
David Yanofksy- Art
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- Track Name: Bad Thought Explosions
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You pray for relief and it comes soon enough.
You ask for answers and they come one by one.
Flying inside the window, crawling up the staircase, and opening the door to your bedroom they form a light around you. Tell you the right things. Touch your skin to lightning.
Nothing could be so powerful as to
Cripple your imagination,
or turn your sense of love against itself
standing naked underneath the fan
you held yourself up
you held yourself against the
tides of anger, swords of unreciprocated
gestures that tend to make us feel
unworthy to be here, be here.
Things we could have not foreseen
and time will break you down.
Things we could have not foreseen
You're standing in a storm of
Jealousy and hate and all the classical negatives
of the wondrous thing we call being human, human Things we could have not foreseen
and time will break you down.
Things we could have not foreseen
You're standing in a storm of
I have seen the way you travel,
unconsciously, the way your eyes slide
from side to side and
I have seen the muscles around your mouth tense
putting on a face full of the deepest disdain.
You try and break your bitchy conditioning
and put the breath back in your lungs
standing naked underneath the fan
you held yourself up, you held yourself against the
Bad thought explosions.
tides of anger, swords of unreciprocated
gestures that tend to make us feel
unworthy to be here, be here.
Things we could have not foreseen
and time will break you down.
Things we could have not foreseen
You're standing in a storm of
Bad thought explosions.
Jealousy and hate and all the classical negatives
of the wondrous thing we call being human, human Things we could have not foreseen
and time will break you down.
Things we could have not foreseen
You're standing in a storm of
Bad thought explosions bad thought explosions bad thought explosions. Bad thought explosions bad thought explosions bad thought explosions. Bad thought explosions bad thought explosions bad thought explosions. Bad thought explosions bad thought explosions bad thought explosions. Etc. - Track Name: Song of The Wonder Junkies
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I'm reaching out into every day that we're allowed to be here. I'm reaching for that golden sun I am reaching for your hand. Your eyes flicker on and off, these ties between us are but fickle. In the dark we can make it all up twisted burning falling off.
We carry all of our thoughts on our backs and we walk slowly towards the future tense.
They've given no one a chance we will find nothing here.
Nothing here.
Nothing but wonder and the transient things.
Nothing but wonder and the transient things.
I hold on to the ankles of my spirit as
I walk through foreign planets
Where nothing is stopping and nothing is going
I become
a casual observer of abandoned cities
lost to cosmic pity and random atrocity
The people that used to live there
would call it that
but we would call it the past
These lost worlds have got no names any more
What could I find? What could we do oh could we just
Paint the stars back onto these skies so we could feel old fashioned joy?
Nothing but wonder and the transient things.
Nothing but wonder and the transient things.
Nothing but wonder and the transient things. ohohoh
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
Nothing but wonder and the transient things. ohohoh
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
will she come out will you come out will you come alive tonight?
