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Pigeon Superstition
04:32
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We float through the motions
Nibbling ambrosia
Always the same
Our antique devotions
Gave us agnosia
Now nothing remains
Beyond the nest
Prune the branches
Break to build
Divest from your nest
It pays to be uncomfortable
It's the only way to grow
Or be a node in the owlgorithm
Fluttering about
Without a shred
Of agency
Take a chance and
It might be worth it
If you trust the process
You don't deserve it
Throw me a curve ball
Fuck up my day
Turns out we had it all backwards
Our world's so small
Let's live a little
Turns out we had it all backwards
I'm not lost
I'll no longer
Cut the crust
Off my experience
I'm not lost
I'll no longer
Cut the crust
Off my experiences
There's a world in which we all believe the opposite
Of the things that we hold true
I'll no longer cut the crust off my experience
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2. |
Cold Turkey
05:06
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Try to imagine a time you were inspired
Some days I'm driven, crafting empires
Now bricks lie unlaid in perfect piles
Time, my nemesis
Why must you ruin all of this?
I was driven, now I’m mad
All works lose their shine over time
Burned out again
Sunrise in bed
Hard to believe you believed in
What you believed in
But the dream is fading slow
Know that you know you believed in this
Know that you know you believed
Oh, to imagine a time so uninspired
Some days I'm manic, soldering wires
Now bricks lie unlaid in vile piles
Now your time is running out
Better get on your horse and ride
Time, my nemesis
Why must you ruin all of this?
I was driven out of hand
All works lose their shine over time
Let’s burnout again
I’ve been up, I’ll tell you
Sunrise in bed
Know that you know you believed in this
Know that you know you believed
Burnout with me
Tell me it will all be fine
I’ll bounce back and change my mind
Surely
This is
What you
Were meant to
Do with
Your life
Never second guess
Passion
Leave it all on the line
I know you believed in your climb
Tell me it will all be fine
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3. |
Quailia
05:10
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Waves of light
Feed us information
Make the most of what we’ve got
All the world’s
A puppet show
Eyes close like curtains
Axons tug like strings
All the world's
Interpreted
From within our heads
Reality
Was already
Virtual
No telling what you perceive
No telling what you believe
No preventing what you perceive
No lamenting what you believe
Know that we know
There’s a long way to go
Until we learn what it means to be
Open your eyes to the way that we see
This piecemeal reality
Consisting of best guesses, pride, and faith
It’s all an illusion
A trick of the mind
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4. |
Jerk Chicken
05:54
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Don't roast me, I’m already baked
Let’s keep things spicy and nicely arranged
How tasteless, I’m shameless
Lay this to rest
I'm one of the best
Come on and tell me a joke
Make it deadpan and dry as a bone
Darker than a murder
Of crows in vantablack
Don’t stretch, and turn into stone
Keep this up you’ll wind up alone
Hahaha
What a joke
Don't roast me, I’m already baked
Let’s keep things spicy and nicely arranged
How tasteless, I’m shameless
Lay this to rest
I'm one of the best
Come on and tell me a joke
Make it deadpan and dry as a bone
Darker than a murder
Of crows in vantablack
The flaccid sword of Damocles
Could never ever frighten me
Feed these vultures
Their chagrin
Give an inch and
They’ll eat your skin
Every balk
And passing screech
Has let you spread your wings
Jerk Chicken
Take one last flight
As thunder crashes
Rise from the ashes
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Bird Problems Montreal, Québec
Bird Problems is a Progressive Metal band from Montréal, Canada. They are known for their esoteric sound and energetic live performances.
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