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Persephone / Me and My Camel

Temple of Time / Math

Love Potion / Corny 90's Power Ballad

Made Up Words / Wasteland Soda Can

Honey Gold and Gina Valentina,
stir ‘em with your coke spoon,
it makes the taste sweeter when you come
through that door, electroshock therapy,
Le Petit Mort.
The Little Death from which you were created
is now what’s got you feeling sedated
and depleted when just a moment before
it was everything you needed,
to release it.
Oh, and then it’s gone…
until it just reforms again.

You know what it’s like,
how it just kind of tires you out.
How it just kind of puts that fire out.
I don’t even really need to tell you,
when that external stimuli fades.

Call me Ishmael when I inhale, set sail,
with my harpoon trained on that white whale.
Pulled into my lungs and now I’m zonin’.
Bring the onrush of dopamine and serotonin.
The chemical reaction.
An artificial link for an inch of satisfaction.
Oh baby, you’ve unlocked your mind.
But you know it’s gonna ask a little more
from you next time.

Dionysus, even words of praise
fall from your vine and make sleep for days.
The lotus eater lost in space.
What if I just close my eyes
and never wake?

Fades (feat. Josh Slosky & Rose Daniels)

Outer space is the only place
where you can see the earth without her disguise.
The sun doesn’t set or rise out here.
It’s all just one endless day.
And I don’t ever want to lose the reason
that I put on this suit of flesh
and followed you down through lifetimes
and black holes just so we might intersect
one day, one endless day, with you, Clara.

So I live where they shoot the rockets to the sky.
You live where they play the music that gets me high.
And I know this spinning orb has got to make its revolution
but I can’t help believing it’s all happening right on time.
So I’ll wait for a light to open up the way
so I can mine the jewel that lies in the depths of you.

Even the star at the center of it all
is gonna fade, it’s gonna die and fall right through.
When it does, we’ll know it’s because
it wanted us to start again so we can feel brand new
for a day, one endless day with you, Clara.

Outer Space (feat. Josh Slosky)

Pineapple Theory

Library Ghosts

Rain Rinse

Sword Swallower

Drive My Soul

Sewing Room

Slow Ocean

Moon Child

Let Go

The Aleph Singularity

He can’t read a roadmap –
now think about that –
he needs a voice to tell him where to go. 
He’s got rambling radio podcast opinions
to remind him what he already knows. 
And he is very decided
and he gets very excited 
by the language on the bumper sticker.  
He wants a leader to lead him 
but he still wants the feeling
that he’s the one with his hand on the trigger.

Wasting away his whole life 
on the electric current.
Pumping the waves through his mind
he’s the conduit. 
So easily manipulated
so easily spent. 
The human, the human, the human
where the human went?

Admitted to the hospital
preparing for treatment,
he’s got a vial of prescription pills.
He knows he must take them in a specific order
for one creates what the other kills. 
And when he runs out of water
that’s when they call in the doctor
and strap him down to his bed.
Then they go around removing 
all the lights from their sockets
and screwing them into his head.

Wasting away his whole life 
on the electric current.
Pumping the waves through his mind
he’s the conduit. 
So easily manipulated
so easily spent. 
The human, the human, the human
where the human went?

The saddest part of it all 
was he didn’t know
he was being used. 
The rheostat reads his pulse, 
his body burns like a fuse.
Lobotomized by his hand
they show him where he signed the papers.
Targeted individual
they were gonna get him sooner or later.

Wasting away his whole life 
on the electric current.
Pumping the waves through his mind
he’s the conduit. 
So easily manipulated
so easily spent. 
The human, the human, the human
where the human went?

The Rheostat

Through the porthole window, 
steal another look at my love.
Feet in the grass,
sun on my back
Oh God, what have I done? 
Red alarm blares
and a voice on the intercom:
“Blast shields down!”
If only to return 
to die in your womb,
if only to drown.  

I’m gonna miss you
if I ever knew you at all.
What I’d give to kiss you
but I never could give you my heart.
I’m gonna miss you
if I ever knew you at all
but I let go. 

The aliens we became
spotted our shuttle by satellite.
They asked no questions,
no warning,
they weren’t looking for a fight. 
We were headed for Mars 
and from there the stars 
with schemes disguised in dreams 
and when the laser beam hit, 
and the ship’s hull split,
my last thought
in the final scene was…

I’m gonna miss you
if I ever knew you at all.
What I’d give to kiss you
but I never could give you my heart.
I’m gonna miss you
if I ever knew you at all
but I let you go.
I let you go.

Blast Shields Down!

Is someone gonna take the water?
Someone gonna turn off the faucet? 
When they do when they do 
when they do 
When they do when they do 
when they do 
Gonna find out who's thirsty. 
Gonna need a drink.

Can feel it moving through my body.
Let it go and flow.
Don't get in your own way, brother
your body already knows. 
Just need some hands to pick up the water
and pour it down.

What you do when it's taken away?
All those things you used to say.
Thought you needed money,
thought you needed world,
thought you needed next day. 
Now my lips are too dry to speak,
I can't afford to die or even to bleed. 

Standing on the bridge
toes over the ledge 
of the rushing river.
I only wanted to tell
what I saw when I fell
entering the water. 
The current was pulling me under
I didn't fight it
I could swim in the water. 
The darkness was taking me in
I closed my eyes
I could live in the water. 

Is someone gonna take the water?
When they do when they do 
when they do 
When they do when they do 
when they do…

Weathervane glinting like a sword
spinning on top of the world.
Have I been here before? 
Because I swear
ya’ll look familiar. 
We might’ve got the names 
mixed up.
We might’ve rearranged 
parts of the story
so it wouldn’t get boring
but it was us all along. 
There’s a stitch in the sky
and for those of you 
who ask why
there may be 
an answer found.

Big storm coming down
but my sun is shining out.
Pretty soon we’ll see a rainbow.
Gonna see a rainbow
real soon.

Anvil cloud billows on the plain
casting over its shadow.
From below it’s easy to forget
it’s just a tool of the blacksmith.  
And if our iron hearts are flawed
are they forged by the arm 
of a god when the fire
was necessary to make us
what we are?
Smelting, folding of the blade
and to those who see
what’s yet unmade
we’ll keep singing 
when that hammer comes
swinging around.

Big storm coming down
but my sun is shining out.
Pretty soon we’ll see a rainbow.
Gonna see a rainbow
real soon.

Ghosts occupy material spaces.
The archetypes flood up
in your dreams
and they seek to commune
through the walls of your room
to reveal what the future self sees.

Remember me? 
I saw you there,
a ceremony in the air
and I felt it,
could feel it working 
as we shared a single breath. 
Blue mountains 
to the surf.
A fissure broke 
across the earth
and something,
something was stirring,
burning from within. 
Like that old story said,
we didn’t crawl
out of that crack in the head.
No, we were laughing,
we were dancing right 
out of the ground.

Big storm coming down
but my sun is shining out.
Pretty soon we’ll see a rainbow.
Gonna see a rainbow
real soon.

Big Storm

God and Satan walked hand-in-hand 
along the promenade
taking turns and laughing 
for the fools they would save. 
God said, “Lucy, don’t ever leave.
I don’t know what I’d do.”
Satan smiled and shook His head,
and said, “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” 

They wandered through the forest 
and glimpsed a girl beneath a tree.
The Devil said, “Do you want this one
or are you leaving her for me?” 
The Good Lord stretched out His hand
and plucked an apple from a bough
and sent it toppling through the leaves 
unto the girl below.  

They strolled along the water’s edge
and spied a man building a boat. 
Satan said, “This river’s gone red.
Let’s see how well they float.” 
His arms flailed a violent storm,
His eyes, torrential rain
and when it was finished,
God turned to Him and said,
“Man, I’d have done the same.” 

They walked along an arid path
amidst the sand and stone
and saw a man upon the cliffs,
weary and alone.  
“He looks emaciated,” said God.
“I doubt he’ll last the night.”
But before the words had left His lips,
the Devil had taken flight.
He met the man upon the rocks
and offered him some bread. 
When the man refused,
Satan bid His angels come 
carry him off instead. 
The man just sighed,
and the Devil thought,
“I know what I’ll do.
Here’s one that requires reason,”
and He brought the world into view. 
The man looked on and saw beyond
mirrors and locked doors. 
Satan said, “Now don’t forget, son,
this place was already yours.” 
Then they departed 
as the man descended 
the jagged desert slope.
The Devil said, “Maybe that did something.”
God just said, “I hope.” 
 
Years had passed 
when next they saw him
speaking to some friends. 
No one seemed to notice
that things were winding to an end. 
Lucifer waved towards him
God gave him a wink
then they caught sight of a tavern
and stopped in for a drink.
The Devil ordered something tasty;
God ordered something strong
and a drunken Roman soldier
joined them in a toast, 
“To being wrong!” 
Then stumbling out
a crowd had gathered,
a holy man had died. 
The townsfolk gathered their weapons
and the two of them 
just went back inside.

God and Satan walk hand-in-hand 
down a grassy moonlit heath
taking turns and laughing 
for the souls that they will meet. 
God says, “Lucy, don’t ever leave.
I don’t know what I’d do.
Satan smiles and shakes His head
and says, “Friend, 
that goes double for you.”

The Jane Hotel (feat. Jin Mitsui)

The lighter on the nightstand.
Your jacket on the chair. 
Your earrings 'neath the window,
just another symbol
of what was never there. 
An empty phrase repeating.
A humming through the floor.
The cycle of your breathing,
your swollen eyes are reaching
somewhere through the door.

Baby, is it worth it?
Would you even know?
Baby, do you want this
or is it time I go?
I barely remember,
the way that world was
when every sin and stain
was washed out by the rain
so we prayed for the flood. 
Does it even matter
what we said back then?
What use is the past
it doesn't even last
so why even begin?

Does it even matter?
Doesn’t even matter
so why even begin.

Lighter on the Nightstand

These faces I borrow
it’s like it’s out of my hands – 
I’m drinking where the well 
has gone dry.
And I get to worrying 
that I’m someone else
so I start thinking up alibis. 
Times wear on uncertain
whether I’m dying 
or I’m keeping alive.
Just don’t put out 
my cigarette
it’s easy when 
it’s getting me high.
Woah, it’s easy
when it’s getting me high.  

Is it really easier 
or is that just what
you’re telling yourself? 

Is it easy when 
the well’s gone dry?
Looking up at the sun
as it’s burning my eyes
scraping at the earth 
as She cried 
for just a little drop
of inspiration that 
we can provide.
Suckling at Her bosom
for any drop of life
but it took me 
on a trip across the ethers
with no spaceship in sight
with no ease to my mind 
with no end to the lies 
that I’ve been telling myself. 
And now I’m fiend out 
to an earth bound to die.
Cook it up in a pot
feed it to the masses
in the hopes that it stops
awakening the masses
as the greatest debating
has taken on morbid forms
of misshapen-ing.  
What’s happening 
my route has become
trauma mapping.
Cyclic revolving 
ending right where I start 
so I light up a spark
and disappear once again.  
Feeling as good as it gets
as the darkness of thoughts 
start feeding off my soul
since they don’t see 
the light of day no more
inside of my head
as depression has been 
dressing me in these 
threads of despair. 
But I just push and suppress
which just feeds my inner stress.
But I don’t really know 
how to care. 
No I don’t really know
how to care.
Sometimes I just wanna disappear.
Sometimes I just wanna disappear. 

This caustic lie told 
to pacify the higher state,
a cycle I cannot escape. 
Who’s in control? 
This empty smile
just a fragment of a broken life,
an image I can hide behind
as I disappear.
This faith you sold out
for the vision that you had of me,
this idol of my vanity 
to worship and hate. 
This endless night 
I projected on the firmament,
seen it through the pinhole 
at the bottom of the well.

Well Gone Dry (feat. Rose Daniels)

(“We must surely go the way of the waters”)

Collective unconscious
the Shadow-head watches
the flickering torches
upon the cave walls.
Primordial theater 
the rhyme and the meter
the chanting repeater 
implanting the call.  
Your illuminati 
the sacrament body
still swaying and rotting
this idol they’ve hung.
Invoked but not spoken
the spell goes unbroken
persisting in twisting
the serpentine tongue.  

The whole fantasy conceived
only to prevent you from asking,
“What happens if I lose my soul?”
What happens if I lose my soul?
What happens if I lose my soul –
when the light behind my eyes
and the will to survive 
is consumed by it,
entombed by it?

Descending to madness
the paint of the canvas 
drips into the chalice
to drink and deform.
The cloak comes unraveled
revealing the jackal
that lifts up the gavel
to judge the unborn.
It’s astral projecting
the spirit bisecting
dimensionless melding 
of pleasure and pain
where animals slumber
in unceasing hunger
the mind cast asunder
and smothered in vain.  

The message etched 
in the hourglass sand
written by the finger
of a phantom hand saying,
“What happens if I lose my soul?”  
What happens if I lose my soul?
What happens if I lose my soul –
when the light behind my eyes
and the will to survive 
is consumed by it,
entombed by it?

The devil within
the clouded eye;
the microchip,
baptismal rite.
Gnashing of teeth,
the fading light;
held beneath,
mark of the Beast. 
Take me to the nadir of the cave.
Save me, enslave me.
Take me to the temple you made.
Save me, enslave me.

What Happens If I Lose My Soul?

Is that a lantern in the window
Shining through the date palm trees?
It's been eons without rain
And the glass-stained panels
Are glowing purple
Glowing orange
Glowing green...

No, I must be mistaken.
I've been fooled by mirages before.
In fact, it's been so many times
I don't even trust my own damn eyes
To stop and want
For the oases
Anymore.

Me and my camel
Looking for the
Girl of the Desert.
I knew her once when I was just a boy.
She gifted me the earth and clouds I could carry
But I went hunting treasure
That was never buried,
That was never there.

She could make me laugh with complete abandon
As we danced with the children in the town.
And later on when it was just each other
We'd take turns tracing lines with our fingers
In the cooled sand
After the sun went down.

A voice in the drift played on my fears
That I wasn't worthy yet of such heights.
A traveler came through with tales of gold
And when he started pulling out ancient scrolls
I set out
To find an empty,
Starless night.

Me and my camel
Looking for the
Girl of the Desert.
I knew her once when I was just a boy.
She gifted me the earth and clouds I could carry
But I went hunting treasure
That was never buried,
That was never there.

Now the map is a picture in my pocket,
And the compass is a great big magnetic sky.
And though I still can't trust what I see
What revealed itself eventually was
Illusions
Are part of the design.

Me and my camel
Looking for the
Desert Woman.
I knew her once when I was just a boy.
She gifted me the earth and clouds I could carry
But I went hunting treasure
That was never buried,
That was right in front of me.
That was already inside me.

Me and my camel
Looking for the
Girl of the Desert.
I knew her once when I was just a boy.
She gifted me the earth and clouds I could carry
But I went hunting treasure
That was never buried,
That was right in front of me.

Me and My Camel

Oh, sweet dark-haired nixie
I remember trudging home exhausted
To our little apartment
And I swear
Something in your air
Could breathe me through the portal.
Made it seem immortal
When I was looking up at you
Through iridescent light —
The movement of water
And my blurry sight.
Now I'm rubbing my eyes
Only to realize
I haven't slept in nine years
Not one single night.

Now, when it's all over
And there are no pieces left to gather
I know you're the one
That got away.
Persephone
Why didn't you make me stay,
Bound and tied my legs
To the bottom of the lake
Never to wake?

Do you think I haven't tried
Writing a letter like this,
One without a single lie
Then thinking better of it?
This whole persona
And this tape recorder —
Just a doomed attempt
To return and reorder
Every night since the one
We fell asleep in the tub.
Red wine imbibed
With promises of new love.
Every time I've tried the same
With another
Your ghost calls me back
And wants to hold me under.
I want you to hold me under.
Promise to hold me under.

Now, when it's all over
And there are no pieces left to gather
I know you're the one
That got away.
Persephone
Why didn't you make me stay,
Bound and tied my legs
To the bottom of the lake
Never to wake?

Now, when it's all over
And there are no pieces left to gather
I know you're the one
That got away.
Persephone
Why didn't you make me stay,
Bound and tied my legs
To the bottom of the lake
Never to wake?

Persephone

Mathematical assertion,
The numbers harmonizing in a proof.
So seemingly perfect,
Who could resist calling it
The truth?

Something is happening though...

Claims in opposition,
Illogical recursions now emerge.
Facts in contradiction,
Strange loops willing straight lines
Into curves.

Something is happening though...

The paradox is breeding,
Expanding,
Computing.
Integral,
Dialectical,
Transcending.
Hegelian "aufheben."
It grows to reaches unfathomable
And then the camera zooms out
And it restarts,
Again.

Incompleteness,
Mortal weakness,
Math that hides us
In cold half-truths.

Even if I can make
All the terms agree
Was it only to satisfy
The scheme
Or the schema
That wrote the program
Into me?

This place we call the present,
Fixed point on the line
Flowing through,
A universe in motion
A mote, a molecule,
A drop of dew
Within the simulation,
Oh it's all the simulation
That's what they say
So watch me kill the simulation
Because if that's all there is
Then I'll want to break the math
With you.
I don't care what's foretold,
If it's been poured into a mold.
Can't we will and still decide
To meet life and death besides
Even if we don't have an answer?

Something is happening though...
Think I found the reason
OMFG LMAO
Think I found the solution inside...
The answer's in the question.
The answer's in the question!

Math

Have you been encased in amber?
No, you've been off fighting demons too.
I can tell just by the images conjured
The heights that were climbed within you.

And even our skin has disseminated
We're beings entirely new
Than the ones that joined in the courtyard
When the world was bright and troubles were few.

Princess was imbued with wisdom
It was her eternal birthright
But Hero of Time had to undo his mind
And learn notes that turned day into night.

And only through forest and fire and water
Could he gain the gift of sight
A lens of truth through the walls of youth
And a mirror reflecting light.

Maybe you've been in the Temple
Collecting gemstones out of the earth
And maybe each time the sword is drawn
We experience some form of rebirth.

But it's all just a story I've come to believe,
Though the way has seemed so long
Back to the one that gave me this flute
And taught me my very first song.

Temple of Time

I'll use the same chords
Transposed that they've played
Since the beginning of time to
Tell this story
A signal I send electric
Flickering spark
But if I lose patience
It falls apart

Oh god it's like I'm helpless
I cant move, I can't say
Everything in my heart
Or else I'll throw it away
So I can only offer a vision
And hope the
Transmission
Gets to you

An ocean separates
Me from your form
Your scent
And yet your voice is
Traveling on airwaves
Piercing the noise
Surrounding
And guiding me through
Whatever brings me to you

Innocence is patiently waiting
What have I learned out here
If not to endure?
And though I've been a criminal before
I've paid for it
And I'll gladly pay for more
So long as it gets me to you.
So long as it brings me to you.
So long as it takes me to you.
So long as it leads me to you.

If this is only a means
Of making it to the other side
Of something I cannot yet see
And the fire has left nothing standing
Then I'll resign to the tide
And let the waves take me
But in the meantime,
I have to believe that...

Innocence is patiently waiting
What have I learned out here
If not to endure?
And though I've been a criminal before
I've paid for it
And I'll gladly pay for more
So long as it gets me to you.
So long as it brings me to you.
So long as it takes me to you.
So long as it leads me to you.

Corny 90's Power Ballad

Thunderclap inside my head
A voodoo doll you wanted dead
Stabbing me with little pins
Like nails for my every sin.
But revenge was imperfect,
Only karma could correct the flaw,
And your sincerity like poison
From a higher Law.

Slow at first and subtle
The agent slipping in,
I didn't know what concoction
I was ingesting then.
Night terrors
Dark mirrors,
Reviving what was gone,
Awaking to convulsions
And complete delirium.

It's not fair of you
To use your love potion on me.
It's not fair of you to use your love.

Fate is laying hands
Speaking spells and incantations,
Spirit wind
Moving through the fingers
Of my personal shaman.
This priestess face
Concealed behind
An animalic mask,
She's wrapped around me now
With her claws inside my back.

I'm burning up,
She's turning me
With unconscious control.
Fever dream magic
And my splintering soul.
My hands can't hold the phial,
Bring the philter to my lips,
Even if it kills me
Please draw out the sickness.

It's not fair of you
To use your love potion on me.
It's not fair of you to use your love.

Though I deserve it
Because I used the same drug
It's still not fair of you to use your love.

Love Potion

Anything you got,
everything you are,
from the photos
and canned vegetables
to the gas in your car,
better put it in the bag.  
put it in the bag (with your honey)
put it in the bag.
everything that can fit. 
you got a one-way ticket out.  
mama...

There aint no going back,
Going back for no milk.  

Anyone you find out here,
You can assume they aint been faithful.
Cause what we do to stay alive,
will only sound distasteful 
to the ones who haven’t fed...
and most of them 
at this point 
are already dead.  
So just leave ‘em. 
Gonna have to leave ‘em
Gonna have to leave ‘em behind.  
But before you do,
be sure to grab their shoes
and put 'em in the bag.  
put 'em in the bag (with your honey)
put 'em in the bag.  
Everything that will fit...
you got a one-way ticket out.
mama...

There aint no going back,
Going back for no milk.

Shot out of a cannon.

Wasteland Soda Can

Made up words all mean the same,
they depend only on a frame of mind.
I got reminded by love that words themselves
are all made up, just signs.
Expressions of a message
with a meaning that’s way too big to hold
by commas, lines, and letters.
Maybe I’ll know what I’m trying to say
if I lay it on down in an simpler way
and put some chords and colors to it.

Let’s hit the road and pack it in,
got guitar, paint, and medicine,
from Her.
She said do it when the world
is still a stranger.
Camping trips and skinny dips,
I’ll check your whole body for ticks
and look in the places
you have trouble reaching.
So what if we made a little baby too?
I mean, really, what was I supposed to do,
pull out?
Well, I guess, yeah, when you put it like that...
It’s funny to me how easy it flows,
almost like the pen already knows
how to move
when it’s carving out your picture
in smiling dreams and fantasies.
Do you want to be
in each other’s movies for life?
It’s not too late,
they’re still showing trailers.

Art galleries and museums,
I want to watch the way you see ‘em,
enthralled with a finger on your chin like.
Lighthouse ferryboats
dunes of sand,
Electric Forests
and Burning Man’s
tripping balls,
or we could not go at all, who cares?
Rather hit the renaissance fair.
Turkey legs and jousting.
I want your heart and your sketchpad,
morning breath and your bedhead,
goddamn, am I weird
because I liked you kinda scuzzy?
Let’s dip our toes in every sea
and return home with groceries
and cat food.
It’s your turn to change the litter.
No, on Tuesday I changed the litter.
Aw shit, alright I’ll change the litter.
The gatos like when I change the litter.
But you’re the one who feeds them.

Made Up Words

Nothing is over,
Nothing even dies.
It only leaves our sight for a time.
Anything worth having
Just on faith alone
Will always return, you'll see.
It's the way it was with you for me.

That's how I know this life
Was ascended from the flame
Of love and desire.
And if you can find
The pieces we left behind,
We'll fly together.

Can ten years be contained
Within a single day?
Once thought such a thing impossible.
Gravity souls pulling across infinite space,
Bending time into a circle.
Will you meet me in the crucible?

That's how I know this life
Was ascended from the flame
Of love and desire.
And if you can find
The pieces we left behind,
Then we live forever.

That's how I know this life
Was ascended from the flame
Of love and desire.
And if you can find
The pieces we left behind,
We could be together.

Call of the Kaua'i 'ō'ō

What Elephant? is an alt-music duo whose sound hops across genres and fuses textures, from hypnotic dance beats to melodic story songs.

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