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Riding the Crest
06:02
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History is an echo reversed from a frightened breath in an empty but lucid dream. The wave breaks, our words roll back. Our hopes break, the wave rolls back. Our voice breaks, our eyes roll back. The search for truth is happenstance, and each grain of sand we want carried screaming through the desert means another lost of the oasis. A furnace and a pipe, a vision and some time, we can build windows from wont and grow pearls of our pride. The source of the American Sleep lies in the footsteps of the Sandman.
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To Breed an Ape of Snow
04:07
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We're waking with the sun, reborn before the hollow clouds of an ashen sky. As dreamers in a waking state, with the full-bloom phoenix as our guide, we ride the winds of a new approach with a disregard for the tides of chance. We can't drown swimming in the sky, but do we dare compete with kites? The odds were against us because we set our sights too low; be careful not to aim too high.
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Reversal
04:02
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Retrace your steps. The slow suicide of all began atop a spiraling bridge from which we have yet to jump, though we were never content merely to cross. The meek have made their ascent, but one alone has had the courage to make the leap of faith:
God is dead. Who now shall inherit the Earth?
And will you progress? If we sever the regulating finger of God, will we restore the people's faith in action? Or are we confined to a homemade tomb?
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Mea Culpa
05:26
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Produce to consume: the formula for growing a fifth wheel has become a mainstay in our book of mistakes. Our eyes glisten, as our minds narrow, for no end seems in sight.
But tonight we have time at our feet, so let's decide: shall we dismantle these wheels, and burn the book that helped build them? Or take our chances and live out the ride? There's nothing we need that we haven't built before, and the dull complexion and rusty frame of our creation will go unnoticed as the familiar whir of the engine tells us the truth:
This is the end.
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Rebirth
03:02
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There's no greater crime against tomorrow than holding it captive to the standards of today. Running laps in a cell keeps us occupied, but it doesn't move us forward.
Stasis is a circle in time, time in a circle. If we accept the masquerade, we are no more free than with our feet in chains.
Eyes open, we are Tomorrow. Chins high, we are Tomorrow. We are not alone if we trust one another. We have nothing to lose but our chains.
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Take Down Your Art Newark, Delaware
Take Down Your Art was a cursed band that existed from 2004 to 2005. Most of our recorded output was never properly released, for various reasons, but is all presented here for completeness.
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