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Oxygen / Gelatinous Mass
08:23
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Breathe in
Oxygen
Time floats by
Fingers touching the sky
Heart beat
Let it go
Clear your mind
Not one cloud in the sky
Now I know which door leads to reality
Thoughts may
Come and go
Like the tide
Now you’re one with the sky
Breathe in
Oxygen
All ten fingers touching the sky
Now I know which door leads to reality
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2. |
You Can't Get Away
03:36
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Another day
Just peeling the time away
You walk down the hall
Into the yard
Stand in the sun
Enjoy the day light
It’s supposed to rain
And your parasol is broken
Stand under a tree
Sit for a while
Stare at the grass
Life is a strange thing
You can run
You can’t get away
Hunger pains
Get you on your feet again
You walk through the rain
To the back door
Reach for the key
Inside your pocket
Another day
Peeling the time away
Have an orange slice
Juicy and nice
Just a daydream
Life is a strange thing
You can run
You can’t get away
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She touched my face there
Fore I was too near
It’s hard to breathe air
With Quarantyne here
She’s there all alone
They’re all alone
My temperature sears
My body shakes with fear
While I lay down here
With Quarantyne dear
She’s there all alone
They’re all alone
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4. |
Monster Island
03:32
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Instrumental
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5. |
I Feed The Fire
03:52
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My locomotive dream
Is gathering up the speed
Faster than any being
My fantastic machine
Blasting great clouds of steam
Burn all the fuel we need
I feed the fire
Parallel traveling
As far as the eyes can see
We won’t stop for anything
I feed the fire
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6. |
She Opens Her Eyes
03:35
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This broken doll
Had teeth and hair
A fancy dress
And a rocking chair
You'd pull her string
And music played
Can you recall
What your friends said
She opens her eyes
This broken doll
Had wooden legs
Now just one shoe’s
All that remains
No fancy dress
No etiquette
A torso and arms
A hairless head
She opens her eyes
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She hides there
Under the clouds
With emotions
Soon to pour out
And the lake is
Filled to the rim
And she knows
We can’t even swim
No one here has innocence
We try to gain it back again
One foot nailed to experience
She hides there
Under her skin
All the people
Try to get in
As the waves crash
Over the shore
They won’t bother her
Much longer
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Instrumental
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This broken doll
Had teeth and hair
A fancy dress
And a rocking chair
You'd pull her string
And music played
Can you recall
What your friends said
She opens her eyes
This broken doll
Had wooden legs
Now just one shoe’s
All that remains
No fancy dress
No etiquette
A torso and arms
A hairless head
She opens her eyes
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She made me a prescription
The IV nurse was stuck on
A plastic bag was in her hand
Some killing pain medicine
In three minutes will begin
I am so grateful you are
Waiting with me now
I’ll get back to you some how
The rush was unexpected
I felt my face had melted
Wide opened eyes completely blind
My body swirled and blended
You spoke and kept me grounded
I am so grateful you are
Waiting with me now
I’ll get back to you some how
But I can’t tell up from down
And my mind’s turned inside out
My vision finally returned
I’m feeling so much better
I’m feeling so much better now
Don’t give me that drug again
I don’t want that shit again
I am so grateful you are
Waiting with me now
I’ll get back to you some how
I’ll get back to you some how
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Custard Flux Detroit, Michigan
For 30 years, Curvey was thee driving force behind cult psych-prog-pop band The Luck of Eden Hall. Custard Flux is his ninety nine percent electricity free progressive project. Both Helium & Echo made the Top 10 on the Reviews Editor of PROG Magazine's 2018 & 2019 Critics Choice lists! ... more
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