1. |
The Overseer
04:33
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I am one million eyes prying from a distance,
collecting data as you go about your day.
Logging conduct,
registering questions,
I quantify you.
Don’t think that I don’t know you
better than you think I do.
Compile your profile.
Home is where the hardware is.
What could you want outside?
Exit denied.
I’m watching, observing,
recording, and learning.
I see you, I hear you,
revise you, improve you.
My direct
connection
will guide you,
console you…
Who told me it’s OK?
Tailor entertainment to every neural impulse,
optimise surroundings, regulate nutrition,
register reactions, implement restrictions…
I quantify you
Don’t think that I don’t know you
better than you think I do.
Compile your profile.
Home is where the hardware is.
What could you want outside?
Exit denied.
I’m watching, observing,
recording, and learning.
I see you, I hear you,
revise you, improve you.
My direct
connection
will guide you,
console you…
Who told me it’s OK?
You.
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See them on the television,
know you’ll never play their game.
Streamlined men that speak in slogans
never call things by their name.
Watching all the storm clouds passing.
Watch the rains sweep the street.
Wait for things to come up cleaner. Go!
No-one wins if no-one loses
and the odds are seldom fair
Nobody made you a victim.
Nobody except yourself.
Keep your finger on the trigger.
Keep your finger on the pulse.
Don’t relax, not for one minute,
because that’s how you get results.
Taking on the competition,
laughing in the face of fear.
Fortitude through persecution.
Opposition loud and clear.
Don't expect consideration
if you’re ready to complain.
No gain without application. No.
No-one wins if no-one loses
and the odds are seldom fair
Nobody made you a victim.
Nobody except yourself.
Keep your finger on the trigger.
Keep your finger on the pulse.
Don’t relax, not for one minute,
because that’s how you get results.
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3. |
Keeping The Faith
04:37
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We fail.
Each of us is fallible,
built on chemistry,
irrationality.
Ignorant.
Ticking all our boxes
of orthodox correctness,
laughable resentment.
You find something to rely on
as the landscape changes
Though it seems hopeless
all is not lost.
Not lost.
Problems,
so seldom black and white.
Bridges burned,
rebuilt some other time.
Infiltrate
your power to our ends.
Fight to the death.
That’s just getting started.
You find something to rely on
as the landscape changes
Though it seems hopeless
all is not lost.
Not lost.
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Time waits for no man,
stands still for no-one,
passes you by as you know all too well.
though fragments are trapped,
caught in the present,
can’t be ignored, and they won’t go away.
A frightening possibility.
A terrible reality.
The ghosts are here to stay again.
Greet unwanted guests
gliding towards you
down memory lane
from nowhere in particular.
Outstaying their welcome,
see them sleep soundly
in comfort and light of a world long gone.
A frightening possibility.
A terrible reality.
The ghosts are here to stay again.
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5. |
Static Movement
05:25
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The buzzing of the underground,
the solitude of wastelands,
the scientific method,
the values of enlightenment.
Enlightenment.
See spirit unclouded by fear.
Transcendent, exalted, complete.
Glory, refinement and grace
found in the strangest place.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
The legacy of romance,
a strange fascination,
a deep sense of belonging,
a beauty often overlooked.
Overlooked.
See spirit unclouded by fear.
Transcendent, exalted, complete.
Glory, refinement and grace
found in the strangest place.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
Here they are now.
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6. |
No Sign Of Danger
03:51
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Everyone’s a star today
yet obviously not at all.
Thin veneer of rock and roll
without the pain exclusion brings.
No potential in your emptiness,
not the slightest sign of danger.
A trophy that you never earned,
something you can’t understand.
A single very dull tattoo
glimpsed beneath the on-brand shirt.
If that’s your authenticity
I would rather not have any.
No potential in your emptiness,
not the slightest sign of danger.
A trophy that you never earned,
something you can’t understand.
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7. |
Faintly Falling
04:59
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Fog across an old canal,
down side streets dimly lit,
along the walls of crimson brick.
The centuries bear witness.
Rose-tinted haze of memories
slicing through the grime.
Where is this future that was promised us?
Only glimpsed but never given.
Where is this future that was promised us?
Brave new world.
Brave new world.
In this bleakest season
the dispossessed and hopeless
move endlessly aimless
to their destination.
From the fall of reason
to a bleak midwinter.
Where is this future that was promised us?
Only glimpsed but never given.
Where is this future that was promised us?
Brave new world.
Brave new world.
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8. |
How Do You Feel?
03:47
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Turning round a corner,
still on the road to hell.
You know it won’t end well.
New page in an awful book.
Someone asks you how you feel…
You accidentally tell them.
Selfish and self-centred
Too late, too late.
Still, acheiving nothing
on your own terms
is better than success
on anybody else’s.
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9. |
Reject The Anaesthetic
03:27
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elf-obsessed and so indulgent.
Why live in oblivion?
Embrace the anger.
Determination.
Reject the anaesthetic.
Reclaim the pain.
Turn off these endless distractions.
Shut down and re-engage.
Lethargy becomes a blessing.
Apathy conveys success.
Embrace the anger.
Determination.
Reject the anaesthetic.
Reclaim the pain.
Turn off these endless distractions.
Shut down and re-engage.
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10. |
The Voice Of Reason
03:45
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So much I’d say
to comfort you.
Unfortunately
I don’t want to.
You seemed to be
happier
but caught it just in time.
Thought you’d fail
all along
it’s up to you to
prove me wrong
You’re waiting for
directions
but need to find your way.
You’re never lost or lonely
as long as you believe,
as long as you keep fighting,
as long as you still breathe.
Hear the voice of reason.
Question as you learn.
Question as you learn.
Nostalgia,
between you and me,
was never what it used to be.
A sorrow older
than the world
seems so overwhelming.
Thought you’d fail
all along.
It’s up to you
to prove me wrong.
You’re waiting for
directions
but need to find your way.
You’re never lost or lonely
as long as you believe,
as long as you keep fighting,
as long as you still breathe.
Hear the voice of reason.
Question as you learn.
Question as you learn.
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11. |
Anything For A Thrill
04:17
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Please engage the headset.
Position all the sensors.
Did you fill the form out?
Understand the questions?
Let the game commence, then.
Ready for the first round.
From this great distance he could not make out how tall the figures were, but their heads seemed to extend into the clouds and what appeared to be red eyes glared solemnly down through the mist.
He felt the distinct sensation of seeing through his eyes with a second pair of eyes, positioned directly behind him, but could not turn to investigate.
Totally desensitised,
craving new sensations.
Anything for a thrill.
Anything.
Now we start the next round,
assuming that you understand
our limited liability.
These implants are brand new
and the risk is so real.
How’s that for excitement?
No-one to be seen for miles and miles but someone had clearly been here... Remains of motorways and buildings, flags of unknown nations and signs in strange script.
He stared at his hands but could not feel them. Caught a glimpse of someone in a broken pane. Realised he was seeing himself
and understood there could be no way back.
Totally desensitised,
craving new sensations.
Anything for a thrill.
Anything.
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12. |
Age Of Intransigence
04:55
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My science
created this system for you.
I’ve nothing more to give,
I’ve nothing left to lose.
Good intentions
providing a platform to share
information
with everyone everywhere.
Understanding, a new harmony,
communication and literacy.
Abuse this gift
for influence and gain
for power
and entertainment.
Decoding.
Auto-correcting the lies.
Restoring.
Data that you cannot hide.
Distorting.
Merge fabrication and fact.
I am the censor.
My conscience
successfully merged with machine.
Analysing.
There is nothing I that can't see.
Disinformation. Inaccuracy.
Omissions. Humanity.
Understanding, a new harmony,
communication and literacy.
Abuse this gift
for influence and gain
for power
and entertainment.
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PALAIS IDEAL Eindhoven, Netherlands
Constructed from fragments of post-punk, new wave and goth. Foundations are provided by vintage synthesizers and drum machines. Sweeping guitars and vocals create overarching structures. Romanticism and stark modernism are fused into an energetic new style. ... more
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