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Peace
01:16
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Bury her will along with her body
And bury her words in stacks then gate keep
Can we just stick to her plan
And leave the kids to grow up on the land
There's enough trauma at hand
Can we just stick to her plan
Suppress her sound so we felt let down
Recommend abatement for lifelong displacement
How do we honor the dead
Uproot the kids and leave it all unsaid
You sell it all for what it's worth
This endless chain of death and blood births
She got the worst of it of us all
Led us to believe there's nothing at all
And no one gave a fuck about us at all
And I realized that in time
Can we just stick to her plan
And leave the kids to grow up on the land
There's enough tragedy at hand
Can we just stick to her plan
How do we honor the dead
Uproot the kids and leave it all unsaid
You're moving on for what it's worth
This endles chain of death and blood births
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Hypocrite 2.0
05:48
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You decide you’re living life in the here and now
Just forget how
The ocean will look when the markets get it boiling
Did you net a win?
So in a steady rain I’m staggering
Pour the night into the end
Then we let it fall
That’s natural
But the ground is false inside your walls
Do we say enough to atone
The standard is a heart of stone
What I’d rather do is to befriend
A wild cause into the end
You decide you’re living just a lonely spark
Before the darkness deepens all around us
Can start anew
Or just see it through
It’s a steady pain you’re battling
For the thought
The weight of it
And you fear you’ll fail
Awaken ghosts
But they’re all on sale
So just make the most
Can we do enough to atone
And carefully mend our home
In a steady rain I’m staggering
A wild cause to the end
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4. |
Holobiont
09:10
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Through paranoiac mycorrhizal links
It sets you to learn
What you cannot give
Or take from me
Like there’s nothing here
Your chimeric self assures you will
Beg to return
What you can’t instill
Or teach to me
Like there’s something else
‘Cause we were caught in the pain of our interconnections
An elegant web of illusory defections
A paragon profound in its imperfections
So I never knew what I was to you
Through mimetic entanglements we live
And there you discern
What you always give
And take from me
Like there’s something here
‘Cause we were caught in the pain of our interconnections
An elegant web of illusory defections
A paragon profound in its imperfections
So I never knew what I was to you
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5. |
Ataxia
07:22
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You say I’m lazy and unsociable
Well I guess that’s fair to say in terms of you
These ever oppressive tasks consume
Sooner or later depressions will catch up with you
And you’re stumbling by the edge
On the ridge line between life and death you somehow find
There is something left
You say I’m awkward and I’m arrogant
Well that’s funny coming from the likes of you
These ever oppressive tasks entomb
Sooner or later depressions will catch up with you
And you’re stumbling towards the edge
On the ridge line between life and death you somehow find
There’s still something left
Yeah the current course is fucked
So yeah just stumble off
You say I’m surly and unbearable
Self-deprecating analysis in view
These ever oppressive tasks entomb
Sooner or later depressions will catch up with you
And you’re stumbling by the edge
On the ridge line between life and death you somehow find
You got something left
Yeah the current course is fucked
So yeah just stumble off
Yeah the current course is fucked
So yeah just stumble off
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6. |
Subversion
08:31
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Subversion keeps us alive enough
To run through an autumn field somewhere with you
Snow falls fast and beats your apology
The revenant then sides with us now subsumed
And you say you’re not the least bit concerned with this
The crowds will erode your sense of it
Could I care less what you think
Of our efforts at disentangling
And then you only show me this side in sun
Your rapture is lost on me though
Perception is over-run
Converging you seek to collide with us
So we can map it all there with you
And we’ll find out if rocks can confide in us
The threads that entangle us and them with you
And you say you’re not the least bit concerned with this
The crowds will erode your sense of it
But I could care less what you think
Of our efforts at disentangling
This veneer is not your only reality undone
Captured in crowded windows
Break them for someone
And then you only show me this side in sun
Your rapture is lost on me though
Perception is over-run
This veneer is not your only reality undone
Captured in crowded windows
Break them for someone
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Halcyon
09:23
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Think through complexity
Koan you give to me
Stay near the house’s edge
Or lost in inner depths
I know you don’t feel suited to this purpose
But you’ve been here before
And that said
If the fabric of memory will break down
You’ll house her ghost until then
You think we’re invisible
Like the shouldered peak
Or just a passing thought
Memories allowed to rot
I know you don’t feel suited to this purpose
But you could be reborn
And that said
The fabric of memory won’t break down
You’ll house her ghost until
They say that you are gone
Or just too lost to carry on
Take my hand and make it complicated
I see a setting sun
Every time I look at you
But in the morning light
We’ll be renewed as…
You tell me to move on
Every time I think of you
You say “shut the fuck up
And just fulfill your obligations”
But the ghost lives on
Creates a path to channel through
And in her light we’ll be renewed as…
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8. |
California Ghost
03:07
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Human voices are so fucking loud
That’s why I avert and avoid the crowd
Early morning, Coyote calls
But there’s no Grizzly Bear fattened up in the fall
Human choices fragment the land
Capitalize on destructive plans
An arrogance that harms all
‘Cause there’s no Grizzly Bear fattened up in the fall
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9. |
Anthropocene
08:15
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I desert the burning hills inland
So I head to the coast
Her birds drowned in oil wash up on the shore
And you say the worst is yet to come
Sooner or later a real absolution
They will believe in anything
Except the weight of it—its certainty
I watch the Terns over wetlands
But they’re fucked when the weight crashes down
So I head to the coast
Her birds drowned in oil wash up on the shore
And you say the worst is yet to come
Sooner or later her retribution
They will believe in anything
Except the weight of it—its certainty
Even as it, even as it
Comes bearing down on us
Even as it, even as it
Comes bearing down on us
Even as it, even as it
Comes bearing down on us
Even as it, even as it
Comes bearing down on us
And you say the worst is yet to come
Sooner or later just mass extinction
They will believe in anything
Except the weight of it—its certainty
And you say the worst is yet to come
Sooner or later a real absolution
But you don’t believe in anything
Except the weight of it
Yeah as it comes bearing down on us
Yeah as it comes bearing down on us
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Tully MacKay-Tisbert Fullerton, California
Tully MacKay-Tisbert is a guitarist, singer, and songwriter originally from the Adirondack Mountains of Northern New York and currently based in Southern California. His music transcends genre, blending heavier electric sounds with acoustic fingerstyle and folk while also exploring influences from around the world. ... more
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