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Black Box
04:52
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I look at you and I can't see inside
I send a message from my black box
But you don't like it
You don't like what you hear
In the absence of the facts
I look at you and I can't see inside
We each believe what serves us best
It's not a question of intent
It's a question of...
And I want out
I reach for you and I cannot touch
We each recoil from the Other touch
A nervous laugh
A non-aggression pact
A hopeful sound from the black box
And I want out
In between is contested space
What I feel is a spit in your face
Eyes straight ahead on the train
We couldn't think of another way
And I want out
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Sister
05:41
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Sister
Do you remember
How we found our voice together?
Sister, where are you taking me?
Will you ever see me again?
Sister, you told me
There are places we must go that no-one can follow
But I waited by the door
You don't need me anymore
And love is the cheapest thing
Sister
I would sing you a song
About how our time will come
But there is no us
Maybe there never was
And I needed you so bad, in my famine years
I dreamed of home
I awoke to find we are at war
We have always been at war
And love is the cheapest thing
Sister, come out from behind your hand so I can sleep
I wish that I'd not sold myself so cheap
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Dead Stars
05:43
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In the heavens inside me
Every one of us is a star
And when the dull star of my mind goes out, you'll go too
As if you never were
And the world turns
Every man and woman is a star
The street you used to walk
The world is only concrete, deaf and dumb
And in the lightning of my mind
It is our kingdom
And the world turns
Every man and woman is a star
In the trash on the floor, I found her letter never sent. All that was left of your life, in the trash on the floor. It's all we ever meant.
And on the night you died I heard the train go by
The sound of all we'll never be
And for a moment I let myself pretend I knew why
You would say no to life
Every man and woman is a star
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Parsifal
06:33
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Parsifal the angel man
Keeps warm at night with his good intentions
And though he knows his heart is pure
He don't like what he sees in the mirror
Good boy!
This is a requiem for the one who starved on a diet of dreams
This is a requiem for the one who fell in love and grew up to become a whore
He sleeps in the filth of others' lives
It is his hard-earned prize
His innocence is ugly
Because it lies
This is a requiem for the one who starved on a diet of dreams
This is a requiem for the one who fell in love and grew up to become a whore
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2020: During SIP,
NO has committed to a live show per month, with at least one new song per show.
Simultaneously, NO will be publishing Quarantine, an album of non-synth works, a song at a time.
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