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[Time]
Well he’s drinking his coffee just to get a warm up
Diner food and the road has his stomach tore up
Caffeine tolerance enormous, this diner is his fortress
Working class reflection but the mirror says your gorgeous
Credit card debt and bounced checks but he walks like he’s Forbes list
Just another poor kid, smoking weed trying to bloom into an orchid
Him and his friends made big plans on their childhood porches
Action they ignored it, stagnation is what a corpse is
Little did they know that passion is an orchard
Dreams of fancy cars never knowing their heart’s were red porsches
[Maudlin Magpie]
But the thing about the heart is that it only speaks in silence
and its purity wills one thing through a landscape of violence
the sign says exit
his heart wanders windswept
for a lonely hunter it will be
its blood a risky fuel to burn
this percolating phoenix in Molina’s ashen urn
through caffeine clarity he sees in dried coffee stained reflections
a soft valence of growth ring like old trees longing for direction
discerning patterns but no final lot was cast
the coffee grounds amassed
like tea leaves they settle to the surface
his mind leaves
hypnotic eyes soaking specters of discarded flint
left sparkless in booths abandoned though a glint of hope remains
burning forever, these dreams of infinite mass
countering the weight of coffins buried deep under his mask
desires in abeyance falling towards the undone in the ether
a chaos carving space among a growing wilderness of wonder
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B.R.E.A.M.
05:36
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[Time]
Never was there a darker night for intelligence
They marinate the truth in lies and call it relevant
You fell in love with the fiction and married the addiction
Divorced your emotions, reality is missing
A cure in a pill, remedies that kill
Intimately atomized, society's ill
The train's brakes sound like a million phantoms
Our DNA dances, braided in tandem
Intimate in our strangeness, nothing is random
Alone in front of cameras they blink so candid
We no longer dance, our dance is labor
Our smile is photoshopped, we believe in saviors
Our teeth are time cards, we floss with time sheets
It's snowing chalk, this world's a crime scene
We vomit bounced checks, we cough bills and sneeze debt
We fill up bankrupt cups and sip regret
Furnished nothingness in a foreclosed home
We set bonfires to Panzers and unpaid loans
If you admit your misery, you are not a patriot
Work until you die, even if you hate it
We're online trolls we're the new barbarians
Why don't rappers talk about being vegetarian?
Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M
Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL
[Maudlin Magpie]
Destructors broke into the place
burning bills flew in our face
the dark night of the soul
sealed our scars so old
we’re superficial in the deep
[Time]
People go to jail for having a weed stem
But banks are drug dealers they lend money to them
I'm writing S-A-M-O on a rusty wall
I'm in a decayed phone booth waiting for you to call
Foreclosed ghosts want the grave to admit them
The economic hitmen are coming to get them
Communities decompose in front of the TV
We're in Plato's cave no one wanna believe me
I caught uncle sam tagging IMF
He had a whiskey slur with blood on his breath
They say you can buy freedom with the help of a loan
But there ain't no water in the wells fargo by my home
I'm alone, on these genocide plains I roam
This isn't a song, it's a death squad poem
Welcome to the spectacle, please don't think
Just keep on paying your service charge to the bank
Are you a consumer or are you a creator?
They put the poor in prisons cause capital is sacred
Sometimes you find the truth when you start to live a lie
Sometimes you need to die in order to survive
If the limbs infected, sometimes you got to cut it off
They say follow the money but I think I got lost
Banks rule everything around me, B.R.E.A.M
Get free, burn the dolla dolla bill YALL
[Maudlin Magpie]
Destructors broke into the place
burning bills flew in our face
the dark night of the soul
sealed our scars so old
we’re superficial in the deep
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03
03:51
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[Maudlin Magpie]
Twisted limbs
broken from wind
Ian Curtis’s Eternal within
sealed in blood under parchment it waits
walking up through the skin cursive lines fill my veins
this murky fury burning inside
is there a moment or just second hand lies?
[Time]
The hands on the clock are choking me
Threw her ashes in the open sea
Hate brings us together love tears us apart
But she’s at the bus stop so I’m back at the start
Traffic moves like clouds, I move like a ghost
I’m stuck in this window with fantasies as my host
I’ve never been too good at drowning
But here comes the storm, I’m glad fate found me
[Maudlin Magpie]
I close my eyes
and wait for the rain
a clamour of sound and the silence begins
deep in clay
the warriors wait
exhumed from trenches
we’ll watch their escape
[Time]
That’s not a wave that’s a goodbye
It’s a farewell for the good guys
They were gadflies for the bad guys
So bury them all with the dandelions
In this organized disaster we call society
Emotion went extinct along with sobriety
Some saw a murder, some saw a poem
People gather round a corpse that is their own
[Maudlin Magpie]
As they become
the unsung
the milk rose up
in garden plots
I love her thoughts
they ignore social order
there is no time
just this singular mortar
and there's no fear when history’s waiting
nowhere in nature to contemplate the mind’s making
distorted truths in sane minds capsize
‘til the skies filled with fish
coral clouds scrape the eyes
[Time]
Death laid eggs in the wound
Routine’s a mass grave, no one gets a tomb
You can’t make bones for a jellyfish
No spine in the back of a sel-fish
Don’t you waste that blood on a blush
Nothingness is up and the gold leaves rust
We wrote nostalgia in wet cement
As America drowned in machines and lament
[Maudlin Magpie]
All failed attempts
collapsed in their forms
bled out in time ‘til their beating’s unknown
but what is lost and what is just sleeping
deep in pause you can hear its heart creeping
[Time]
Your body's an island, your fingers are peninsulas
We used to be pangea what has gotten into us?
We’re all in the same place, trying to be alone
Worst part about it in your mind I’m not known
She was a flower, we let her wither
We watered her with bitter words in the winter
There was truth on my tongue but I couldn’t taste
Now I’m waiting for the termites to eat my wooden face
[Maudlin Magpie]
As they walk on
past the bus stop
and death rose up
to cast our plots
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Mastodon Mandible
04:56
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[Maudlin Magpie]
I dreamt of your familiar stalking shadows of things
as mastodon mandibles rattle their teeth
from trees the teeth fall
and chew the earth's sprawl
time lapsed and lost under blankets of rot,
fertilized in mulch, gestating for naught
we'll slough this bark
and bear our mark
[Time]
Are we alive or are we dead?
I fell asleep in the garden bed
I’m not a rose and I’m not a weed
My mind is dirt, your words are seeds
Give me room and I promise I’ll bloom
And we I die just dance on my tomb
In the future I’ll feed the worms
We’ll all be dust, you’ll get your turn
My heart is quartz, my soul is stone
We’ll all decay but never alone
Sometimes silence can be a poem
I feel so fake like styrofoam
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
I’m a live forever like mastodon bones
[Maudlin Magpie]
We crawled out of a mud bath
a primordial soup
this slipstream reality revealing the fruits
of process once
fraught not lost
we watched at Chihuru began placing the eggs
at the center of the mouths open gaping decayed
we watched our death
and creations brea(d)th
[Time]
Are we alive or are we dead?
I fell asleep in the garden bed
I’m not a rose and I’m not a weed
My mind is dirt, your words are seeds
Give me room and I promise I’ll bloom
And we I die just dance on my tomb
In the future I’ll feed the worms
We’ll all be dust, you’ll get your turn
My heart is quartz, my soul is stone
We’ll all decay but never alone
Sometimes silence can be a poem
I feel so fake like styrofoam
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
Wanna live forever like mastodon bones
I’m a live forever like mastodon bones
[Maudlin Magpie]
And there i break the urn
and breath the ash
inhale remains of these carbon ghosts
these artifacts
they stain my lungs
i cough up earth amnesia
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Lake Pets
01:44
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[Time]
There’s nothing in this lake but a bunch of lonely bones
I’ve been looking for myself, I’ve been lost inside my home
Been atheist for a while now I’m losing faith in me
I’m on the highway to hell but I can’t afford the fee
I hear the crickets in the thickets and the frogs on the shore
I carry around this axe to turn logs to doors
I’ve been doubting myself more and loving myself less
My clout is on all fours struggling for its last breath
But I don't really give a fuck what you think I don't care
I write these songs for sad people so they know I’m there
You’re not alone with these poems it just feels that way sometimes
These letters are just stitches some medicine that rhymes
I told death all my problems he laughed until he wept
Not out of sadness just divine comedy i guess
I wanna fill this lake with the bones of all our pets, cause they were our friends
So we can reanimate their corpses and hold them once again
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[Time]
Sitting here under another starry night
I’m trying to get my mind right, thoughts took my sight
So much to do, so many to listen to
But I’m just trying to be in the moment and show love to you
I mean how many breaths are we guaranteed?
One second you’re heart could be pumping the next it might not beat
I’m just trying to keep seeing you blinking
I want to see you keep breathing, never stop is what I’m thinking
Are just mammals or is love real?
Or do animals know what love is and humans got a bad deal
Is it human nature to hate you or want to be your neighbor?
Would I kill for food or kill others to save you?
These are the questions I ask myself while the crickets sing
Am I eternal soul or just a carbon thing?
These are the things I ponder, I’m sorry my mind wanders
We’re taught to love messiahs but I’ve always loved the monsters
[Maudlin Magpie]
This blood orange sky
and Rorschach blossom mind
returns from unknown sonic webs
your thoughts untangle threads
[Time]
If it wasn’t for these nerves would I even really feel?
If it wasn’t for these eyes would I see myself steal?
If it wasn’t for these ears would I really hear the lies?
If it wasn’t for this tongue would I taste the salt from your cries?
If it wasn’t for this nose would I smell the leaves of the seasons?
If it wasn’t for these words would we even have a reason?
What’s a body but a symbol, what’s a word but a symbol?
What’s a symbol but an attempt to understand reality?
What’s reality but a misunderstanding?
Without instincts, chemicals, and blood were stranded
Took the hand of my ancestors to my family tree
I admired the tumors, broken branches, and golden leaves
I asked my grandmother where the fruits are?
She smiles and points at my heart and says where the roots are
I start digging for the truth, my identity and me
I find a coffin in the roots, inside’s a mirror, my face is all I see
[Maudlin Magpie]
This blood orange sky
and Rorschach blossom mind
returns from unknown sonic webs
your thoughts untangle threads
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Ice Nine Earth
03:53
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[Lakewalkers]
These photographs can’t stare back
The crows stole your eyes, as the gavel cracks
Your friends are statues made of wax
The tears sound like laughter and the sky rains black
[Time]
Tentacle face, greed in a suit
Burn all your money you’ll get closer to the truth
A picture’s worth a 1000 epiphanies
Megalo-Maestro radiation symphony
Here comes the mothership, let’s write a new bible
Let’s make a new religion load up the rifles
Peace is impossible like Escher’s triangles
They speak in spectacles and write their lies in gold
[Maudlin Magpie]
With the skeleton key, we're ascending the sea's shelf
as the magma stairs climb high to the surface
watch the ice nine earth die under each footstep
our bodies carved bone, like trees through these winter worlds...
[Lakewalkers]
These photographs can’t stare back
The crows stole your eyes, as the gavel cracks
Your friends are statues made of wax
The tears sound like laughter and the sky rains black
[Maudlin Magpie]
and it's this gold flaked pain is why Elliott walked out
knuckled clouds reaching through this nuclear drop-out
Thing is cradling the new economy's cop-out
a sea of tears, tank of fears, will it ever clear???
hypercolor / technicolor, eyes need tracking
batteries are charging, keep those veins in the caffeine
the continent will drift and send Blackwater packing
skyscraper, fear of death, the earth mother's gasping!
[Time]
These buildings look like Dali was playing with Lincoln Logs
But they’re just mausoleums if you look through the fog
Adam Smith’s hand will usher you to the plank
Cause that wasn’t gods blood that was dogma you drink
The drones killed all the butterflies in my stomach
Life is open heart surgery these words help me numb it
Big brother’s stillborn blame it on the hacking
Mother Nature’s in the hospice, the humans left her packing
[Lakewalkers]
These photographs can’t stare back
The crows stole your eyes, as the gavel cracks
Your friends are statues made of wax
The tears sound like laughter and the sky rains black
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Annie's Moth
05:12
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[Time]
And here we are right now sitting in the cafe
Your telling me life sucks and this is your last day
I guess we're all cigarettes, the coffin is the ashtray
Life is a movie don't leave early you are not a matinee
Regardless if god is real and we all have souls I'm heartless
I just want to see you smile and achieve your goals and spark this
I see my reflection in your scar, you're in the sky, the sky is starless
I'm dead in the tar pit, blame it on the market, blood on the carpet, I was the target
I’m looking at the sun I'm waiting for the moon it's just a balloon, we're gone
each star is a tear, don't make anymore I wrote this song just to prove you wrong
I'll be dead already, spaghetti through this black hole
Tell the witch of the waste, I'll be on Howls Moving castle
They preheated the oven to 451 and threw the book of life in and cooked it to crumbs
Hold the fire and feel the numb, inhale the smoke deep in your lungs
This is how they take you, this is how they bake you
They make you get the ingredients then they eat the cake and say they made you
[Maudlin Magpie]
We immolate in saffron light
our flame, a wick, through chakra’ed spine
its taper holds these dreams through dawn’s
eternal light phenomena
[Time]
We started this album 6 years ago the night before I almost died
That's a hell of a hiatus
Now most my family is dead but fuck it we made it
But is a word that was made for the tongue of the jaded
On Arapaho land speaking settlers language
They don’t teach history cause the truth is dangerous
What the fuck does this have to do with a moth let me explain it
Shame on you poets for loving death
The moth kissed the flame as it’s wings wept
Red larva in the gutters, the cycle continues
Listen to the screaming cicada within you
Break from your shell, your heart’s a cocoon
Meet me where the moths commune
Let's shoot out the street lights and fly to the moon
Tom said the stars are just glitter and doom
You can't spell mother without moth
Murder the m, it's other and lost
Isabellae you yearn for the moon
Each lamp is a lie, it's light's not true
Just like flags, wings are flammable
Just like Icarus' wings were candles
Make me hollow fill me with wax
My spines a wick, the cedar cracks
I can smell the frost greeting the dawn
I see ghosts of moths and the webs they've been on
On an endless road, there's nothing but the night
I just want to burn long enough to pass the light
The flame is not a metaphor the moth is not a simile
It’s a scapegoat for extinction, I'm a virus entropy
[Maudlin Magpie]
We immolate in saffron light
our flame, a wick, through chakra’ed spine
its taper holds these dreams through dawn’s
eternal light phenomena
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[Maudlin Magpie[
He walked passed mirrored dining rooms
through an empty sea of cascading booths
each wave a ghost
the dead reef calls it coral home
the final resting place for lost and sunken souls
the hour of the wolf’s darkness impregnable
but there's no exit from the artifacts of North Denver
glaring like cataracts in the eyes of new beholders
acid bubbles over black lakes like the glistening eyes of tarantulas
always refillable, his genius slaked by ancient gravitas
he takes the long way home
skipping stones across the loam
a waft of petrichor through ionized particles
pebble and bone constellations made a scroll of stories
across dry beds
a cemetery of narratives awakened and undead
there’s a storm rolling in
reminding the willful their rightful place
Mother Nature’s a scapegoat for hungry ghost capital unrestrained
he often found family closer to the ground
their stories in the fertile soil
relational migrations abound
[Time]
On my sixth cup the coffee's stale, I'm one cup closer to the coffin's nail
Death to decaf and other cops, when I die just pour out a pot
Bloodshot sun the dawns coming, a truck downshifts like Gene's drumming
Rhinestone glasses reflect the stop lights, now it's dusk this is not right
Tattooed fingers touch the toast, the coffee steam’s a summoned ghost
Emotional weather report, 11 o'clock blues and scattered showers
The cue ball moon scratched to a black hole, cover me in plaster it's after hours
Jaco on the jukebox, Donna Lee, i walked up federal from one seven Wazee
I followed the crooning of the Kenworths, creeping up I-70
I see the phantom 309, Big Joe smiles and flicks me a dime
It's a rendezvous of strangers in a graveyard charade
It's another narcotic night as the constellations parade
Nighthawks at McCoys, no future, no coffee, no joy
Each diner is a portal, do you create or do you destroy?
Tom pushed a piano down the stairs not to watch it break
He pushed it down the stairs to see what music it would make
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Time Denver, Colorado
Time was deemed the future of independent hip-hop by VICE and URB Mag. He has been called the Radiohead of rap and the love child of Neil Young and Andre 3000. He was named one of URB's next 100 artists in alongside Drake, Kid Cudi, and U-N-I. He has done songs with Kool Keith, Sole, and Onry Ozzborn and engineering work for Common. ... more
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