1. |
Slim Spin
03:21
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Radiate
My perfection
Generate
A reaction
Forgiveness
As foundation
Nothing less
In Moderation
Sinking in
patterns of
momentous
momentum
Escalate
As an action
For defense
A reaction
Ignorance
Complication
In excess
As motivation
Sinking in
patterns of
momentous momentum
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2. |
Mondo
03:21
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Who’s your passion for?
Is it me? Is it misery?
A fleeting opportunity of desire
Who’s your passion for?
It’s obscene, it’s a mystery
Prepare to walk it off single file
I’ve got a feeling deeply rooted
That this won’t last for long
It’s funny how those choices come about
It’s a function of the policy
Devoid of opportunity
It’s an empire built on self-doubt
Who’s your power for?
Where’s the context? What’s the reference?
It’s more a mental strain than anything else
Who’s your power for?
On the plus side, there’s a difference
Of the ones who have the greater sense of self
Is it focused? Is it radical?
Step back from time to time
To critique your perspective on the subject
‘I’m the operator with my pocket calculator’
It’s all a state of mind last I checked
M-O-N-D-O
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3. |
Nul
03:38
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Every move a distraction
Be stuck to some sacred vision
It’s the best of intentions
Just the motive that’s never mentioned
Is it a call; a medium unknown to us?
We’re working on a bigger concept
Community euphoria is in excess
Not preferable, it’s always strange
Embrace the line, the one that keeps you in your place
The setting for a bitter conflict
Forever is never an active concept
My mind is resistant to change
Some parts I’ve forgotten
The coma of years recounted
Kept in play through a tether
Innocence lost but love remembered
Time flex like a ribbon
Through a cycle of reinvention
I was born none too tender
A century later than intended
The direction we take,
For the moment I have chosen this place,
Understandable vague,
It’s becoming too redundant to say
To be realizing now,
Disconnected from the motion and noise
We are infinite so
Reality is a matter of choice
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4. |
Practical Action
03:17
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One win, onto the next
We’re running, running
One down, onto the next
They’re running, running
Ha, my head
My head sounds like
Ha
How can
How can I tell
When it’s physical?
Or when it’s turning psychological-
Here?
Or when it’s turning
Don’t think that it’s practical
Natural
Don’t think
Don’t think it’s an accident
Accident
Don’t think
Is this what you want?
Running, running
Between off and on?
Am I, am I
Ha, safer?
Safer, am I-
Don’t think that it’s practical
But it’s not automatic
It’s concise but ecstatic
So I’ll do what I do
And do what I do
I see that blinking light
That focus point
That revelation
My mind is blanketed
In sagas and those false impressions
To overcome that choice
Shows no remorse and no discretions
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5. |
Income/Outcome
02:31
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Income
No outcome
Outcome
No income
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6. |
Fiji
03:53
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Truth was missing
Old work body of sand
And once again that was back in the past
He was in need of some context
Process reduction
For underneath the words I said
Lay a foundation distrusted
So, I went digging deep
And slowly decoded the mode of
Communication enfolded
Upon a retread of a
Reactive
Attraction
Attack of a combination of tropes
Without a hint of any retro inspection
Now listen, man
An author is bloody
We turn our faces from the horror of theory
It’s not the same
If something persists
It’s gonna mean that an intention exists
And then it goes like
What is
Decided
Whatever
We wanted
The predilection to remain uninvited
This is our only desire
I want to be left alone
To despair
To make my way
To fall
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7. |
Trippple
03:27
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Through all the silence
You’re just like one of us
Inter-relating tensely
Only through waiting now I’ve
Got all the tools to feel well
Take them from my barrier
Can’t you identify?
I can identify
My behavior is disconnected
The severance marks me selfish
Keep my brain fall as consequence
The severances renders me unusual
Ripping the pieces as a part of distraction
You are just like one of us
Only through waiting
Can you define “I”? Can I?
Ripping the pieces of
As a part of a
As a distraction
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8. |
Rex
03:11
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End of discussion
The parts realign
As remembered
As formally defined
And no, it isn’t quite the same
It will never be the same
But your angry and stupid and morally grey
Now more than ever
Do we seem inclined
To be modest
To chase notice
In the event that I
Can’t live up to the ideals I prescribe
Know that I’m angry and nervous and emotionally drained
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9. |
The Gift
04:24
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Line them up
I will douse unbelievers
I’m not a believer
I will douse believers no more
Line them up
I will douse unbelievers
I will line them up
I will douse unbelievers no more
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10. |
Juice
05:12
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A lethargy
The feelings derived from its potency
I recognize
I cannot describe what is killing me
Imagining
That it is of no consequence at all
In misery
A chance to transcend your reality
Extraneous
While others may think they are critical
I’m lost for words
But my fingers are moving beyond my teeth
Doesn’t feel right to let the others through
While I stand by
Save our souls with no regrets
No rejects
One by one
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Operator Music Band Brooklyn, New York
Remaining versatile and endlessly creative for nearly a decade, Operator Music Band has created a unique catalogue of
releases that spans several genres: from creamy lounge and angular post punk, and ethereal minimalist soundscapes.
Now, they've evolved into a live techno trio, transforming any space into a dancefloor.
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