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[intro]
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Insects And Binary Bits
05:57
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this was once a war song. all guts stripped out: now gone. anthems for live animals. now drugs for the plastic fray. aim for a section: extract the message. the true trajectory. the pure propensity. lies filed down as do lepers as your parts to malice. two to the insects. but one to strangle the heart: the throat of wires and binary bits. the buzzing streets. the marketed web. the chemical elite. the cocaine logic. the new regime. the locust pedestal. it all reads one and the same to me. the screens read clear. reality breaks through bad coffee and cigarettes. we’ll bow down to no-one. we can’t wait it out. we can’t weight it down.
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The Death Birds
04:59
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the green birds land in his red hands. the atomic sun burns in his blind eye. he lay fallen in the dirt. apart from the middle. the death birds carry him away. the death birds carry him away. he’s translating ancient soundwaves. and thinking of his mother. his beautiful mother. he always loved his mother.
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Malaria
06:47
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this place is cold. all sweat for three days. light is so bright when you don’t see day. slowly go down. deteroriation. no more quinones can save our souls. marching drums ring. air raid sirens sing. open fields bring views of tragedy. they say…
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The Cut-Ups
04:58
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are you off or on? an exo-skeleton depressed into mute? i think it’s safe to say that you will remain the same until you see out and through. just raise a glass. put up a toast. cut-up communication splayed: digested the wrong way. an error in the throat. but we still stumble on knives that whet themselves and cut up the fabric of how you network your grace and then showcase yourself to death. priceless. immortal. no-one can afford it. careful plans aborted. pull us in then wash away. priceless. immortal. say i love you than distort it it. emotions recorded and then destroyed. it’s a shame that in this game we are all gone. it’s a shame that in this game we are all gone. but this isn’t a game because these legs are so lame.
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Killer In White
06:00
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under my feet stars like dead leaves falling. under my feet the bloodless faces staring.
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The Ministry Of Truth
06:34
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“they who control the past control the future.” “they who control the present control the past.” we can stick to the same principles. we can construct walls up and around ourselves. yet the bodies in the chairs still don’t believe it’s there sitting in front of them. this cross-section of bastard histories. repeat at random: “i won’t allow it.” “i can’t allow it. brother brother brother. can you take off the screen on my head? sister sister sister. we refuse to believe it’s even happening today.
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Radiation
06:55
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in through the hole to the outside. light goes slow through the ashes. this is the unknown. you be its candy. radiation. i see you breathe on cracked windows. we can’t espace what we know. is this the empty hallway where you fell through? radiation. these are the secrets of reactions. the voice of disease. you grew cold through the night. back through the hallway where we fell through. radiation.˙
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[exit]
01:43
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A Luna Red Vancouver, British Columbia
A Luna Red were a post-punk, industrial band from Vancouver BC that were active between 1999 and 2003. They released a number of records which can be found at www.discogs.com/artist/96198-A-Luna-Red . JJD from A Luna Red now plays as SOFT RIOT.
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