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Take-Up
01:45
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been pulled apart for days
belts all broken up and bound in cellotape
and how do I create
a sense of self when all the world's moved on from what is on my plate?
recap the things I love
think about all the people for which I occupy a similar spot
I must be doing something right, a laugh, a quirk, or service I can provide
for people to take up
for people to take up
me
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Fluttering
02:19
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push my buttons down, load me up with purpose
pull up to the surface all my sounds
spin my spindles round, threading through the needle
I was once an easel for a crowd
deep within the dust, disembodied speeches
splutter through my speakers all at once
so push my buttons down, load me up with purpose
pull up to the surface all my sounds
am I past my used by date?
you showed me no, all my circuits spark to life
am I useful in this state?
you showed me yes, as long as I supply a laugh, a quirk, or service I can provide
I'm fluttering
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Scrapheap
03:23
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sunken in the scrapheap
given to the ground
whittled by the wind gusts to bones of sound
calcified remnants of the loud
locked away from listening
beaten, broken, bent
stuck in stuttered motion
cycling 'round
waste away among the waste
waiting for the clock to offer a hand my way
falling further from my form
I can feel my parts degrading
hold them close now
hold it together
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5. |
Piecemeal
02:09
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instrumental
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Supply
03:36
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supply and demand, back into your arms finally
a long time apart, now I'm looked upon kindly
you know what is the best fit
my uses serve your interests
(reimagine)
you with me in a different world
(re-establish)
functionality, now a fabled pearl
(rearrangement)
symphony heard in motor whirls
(reimagine)
you with me in a different world
stare at the spin, feel my head fall in behind me
swim through your cords, feel the current pour through me
I don't want to leave you
my uses for you aren't through
(reimagine)
you with me in a different world
(re-establish)
functionality, now a fabled pearl
(rearrangement)
symphony heard in motor whirls
(reimagine)
you with me in a different world
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7. |
Automaton
02:22
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automaton, you've spent your life down in the dump
automaton, the time's gone by, dirt into dust
if I offered a hand to preserve what you've got
automaton, automaton, would you be rebirthed?
automaton, you'll keep your life in a different form
automaton, your hands will writhe through your gunked-up core
automaton, you'll keep your life
automaton, you'll keep your life
automaton, you'll keep your life
automaton, you'll keep your life
automaton,
automaton,
automaton,
automaton,
automaton,
automaton,
automaton,
automaton
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re:ruby New Zealand
- header and artist photo by Hamish O'Malley King
re:ruby recommends:
super great compilation of bedroom pop from all over the world, curated by slovakian king of bedroom pop himself Filip of ztapes! lots of great stuff on this, check out track 20 if you want :)
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totally raw-sounding record with some really catchy riffs throughout, kind of singer-songwritery style but with a real home-recorded spin. also one of my favourite albums of all time. :)
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