| 1. Balboa - Ostracon |
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How can you kill something that was never alive? Even when its so much a part of ourselves We're the fuel for its engine We're the soil for its roots...
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| 2. Balboa - Carousel |
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The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart History sits in holding pattern As vultures circle our...
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| 3. Balboa - Primitive Accumulation |
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All resistance is rupture With what is Every rupture begins with a break with oneself Not to risk is not to resist Not to resist is not to think ...
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| 4. Balboa - Clandestine Hearts |
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Where are the words this time? they weren’t made for this earth the searching ended at dawn we’re buried in the mountains we feel without saying...
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| 5. Balboa - Our Bodies Are Braille |
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Streets are swollen bodies There are tunnels beneath this town That weep black rivers above ground Our bodies are braille For the lonely treasures...
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| 6. Balboa - La Tour D'argent (translation) |
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The Tower Of Money. Nothing is missing to the comfort of boredom To all the lies To all the families Gold would lose it's value And no one would...
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| 7. Balboa - Dues Ex Machina |
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Hacked apart Splintered into a thousand Glowing pieces of flesh You’'ve become so pale Eyes pink and fresh The local died in you When circuits...
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| 8. Balboa - End To Major Combat |
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This scene reeks of crime melting the deck with every lie that slips through your teeth wave to the gulls celebrate your victory ivy cowboy kill...
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| 9. Balboa - La Tour D'argent |
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Rien ne manque au confort de l’ennui A tous les mensonges A toutes les familles L'’or perdrait sa valeur Et personne ne chercherait Et ne...
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| 10. Balboa - Gaper Delay |
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An empty fame In a shower of lies You were always vacant Too preoccupied An opaque pose Passed for a stylish repose An ossified face Glued to the...
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| 11. Balboa - The North |
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This is for the untold thousands those the color of the color of the earth free our hearts and our silence will speak louder than the voices...
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| 12. Balboa - Colorguard |
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This tired imagery Of purity bled dry Patriotism framed Slicing through the gray A chill hangs in the air From this open window We see a cold asphalt...
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| 13. Balboa - Kyoto |
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Will you fear freedom when it slaps you in the face? we didn’t come this far to end up like this crushed by our treasures gagged by our panacea...
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