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1.
Iron bridges, melodic chimes Things I made for you back then. All these clocks are only marking time Let's invent them all again. Folding chairs and building blocks magic mirrors to pretend. Seismographic data in our hearts Let's invent them all again. Rocket arrows chart the motion of the stars you see, Paper money on the go (go go) Cartographic lines will mark the place for you and me And we can change the things we know Yeah, we can change the things we know Climbing ladders to polar stars Things I did for you back then All these fires are only casting iron I'd invent them all again Folding chairs and building blocks magic mirrors to pretend. Seismographic data in our hearts Let's invent them all again. Water mills conduct the rivers to the wider sea lovers moving with the flow Watch the compass mark the broken lines from you to me See, we can change the things we know. Yeah, we can change the things we know. I'll remake my works of art I'll reward your restless heart
2.
Limelight 03:08
From the Kid to the Gold Rush You can see the Modern Times From the Rink to the Pay Day You can see the City Lights From the Count to the Circus I'm still here behind the screen One a.m. at the pawnshop I'm the champion in your dream Gotta get to England Someday I'll get even Washington's a boys' club cabaret Cinematic treason If Hollywood's a kingdom Jesters get their justice either way In the park, I get shanghaied In a prehistoric past I get caught in the limelight So bring on the laughing gas Take a shot at the keystones take the squareheads to the queen Water cures for McCarthy Talking pictures, silent scenes
3.
My patents are pending For me to say what I wanted to say, Your message confusing mine. Technologies talking, Hear them say what I wanted to say. My parrot is mocking all of my mechanical lines. These instruments obsolete Words are false industries You know what I mean. My printers are knocking moving type into blocks into lines and sidewalks are chalking signs. But my poetry's failing, Can you see what you cannot define? Are you deconstructing all of my Derridean lines?
4.
Rewind 04:31
I'm on my way back to the time, before we were wired. I'm on my way back from the light of switchboards and dials back from chaos, rewind I'm on my way back from the time, of mainframes and lines I'm on my way back from the bright, and neon designs back from cell phones back before we were moving so....so Summers, open the curtains Mornings, I can recall One string linking our houses Tin cans taking the call Sunlight, snapping the picture clotheslines carry the sound Augusts making the fiction Your voice always around Analog dreams, recording the scene: we're wiring the trees, stringing the sky, to play off the light, these wild frequencies And dreams of defiance the follies of science can make you feel so . . . so
5.
Small Talk 03:50
Mapping out the Interstate My finger prints a figure eight We come around, we've seen this place before. And climbing up the empire state you hold my hand and hesitate A camera shot, we've seen this place before. We're welded in gridlock We're watching the wall clock All the literate small talk keeps us sane. We work by the windows Feels soft where the wind blows. All the literate small talk keeps us sane. In cubicles we simulate A broken wall, a city state We're lost in files, we've seen this place before. A counterculture elevates We cross it out, we can't erase a sous rature, we've seen this place before.
6.
I wake up, I see the cracks in the walls I think this building is gonna come down soon. I step out, I breathe. I'm back on the street I think this body has got to come down soon. And in my machine, as cold as routine I think this city is coming down soon. Watching the light on the dash Warning that we're gonna crash One last time let's drive round again. Now I see your face in the mirror Fading like ruined careers One last time, so drive round again Postmodern and bored, exhaling with cool like some hackers we're gonna break through soon. Exhausting and burning these gallons of fuel I think these systems are gonna break down soon And in my machine, if you're my routine You'll keep this body from coming down so soon. Watching the light on the dash Warning that we're gonna crash One last time let's drive round again. Now I see your face in the mirror Fading like ruined careers One last time, so drive round again
7.
See the wrecking crews go by Leave a broken piece of you outside. See the smokers out to breathe, Coughing secrets as you start to leave. See your words hang in the cold Clouds of chatter from inside your soul. Every story stained in glass Starts to shatter on your way to class. The cold is nice, when love is ice Our solitude will warm the room. We'll melt here like icicles, electric and lyrical Our solitude will warm the room So let's never leave the room. See the Blakeans on fire campus poetry or real desire? Elbows covered for the freeze, I feel it coming with your Western breeze. The cold is nice, when love is ice Our solitude will warm the room. We'll melt here like icicles, electric and lyrical Our solitude will warm the room So let's never leave the room. My lips still unused to you chaps all come on to you Tongue on the frozen steel stuck like we used to feel.
8.
These days the letter's like a freeze frame All the old ways get cluttered in the bric brac bones of the day Now the book lights They flicker like the fireflies In the long night The xerox of our sheets bound back for the day Will we sit like old friends when the day of the book ends? Will we sit like old friends when the day of the book ends? Feel the spine bend the scanners light the loose ends. When the letter sends, Our voices become flash, like matches to flame At your bedside You're reaching for the outside In the long night Our copyrights expire like fires in the rain. MCLUHAN: Instead of going out and buying a packaged book of which there have been five thousand copies printed, you will go to the telephone, describe your interests, your needs, your problems, . . . and they at once xerox, with the help of computers from the libraries of the world, all the latest material just for you personally, not as something to be put out on a bookshelf. They send you the package as a direct personal service. This is where weÕre heading under electronic information conditions.
9.
It fell into place the whole earth database Kodachrome shots our astronauts were hiding Nomadic tribes, networks and beatniks on the rise We wore the pins We thought the whole world would begin to finally see that it's round round round a tiny blue gem in the darkness gliding round round round borders and refugees barely surviving round round round civilizations and temperatures rising round round round Are we like gods or confused by the lightning? If our Tesla coils die out in the soil batteries shot And our dreams are caught declining Mnemonic tribes, iConic complex on the rise We shed our skins We thought the whole world would begin to finally see that it's round round round a tiny blue gem in the darkness gliding round round round borders and refugees barely surviving round round round civilizations and temperatures rising round round round Are we like gods or consumed by the lightning? Our memories are now on view The ocean skies return to blue
10.
Changed 04:33
Changed I feel changed all unwound changed Now. Strange voices strange Hear the sound strange Now. Feel the ground shake Feel the ground shake Feel the ground shake Now. If every cell stayed the same and seven years wasn't strange then we'd be just like our names, but even those tend to change.
11.
New Medium 04:19
There's a light on the floor Shows your just out the door In a Russian film we belong like a gentle jolt of montage where the mis-en-scene flies back and forth into your eyes. I can hear you writing I read between the lines I can hear you writing in pictographic signs There are shadows on the wall in the caves where trains crawl We can cut our indirect hearts when the edits keep us apart When the acetate lies in the darkness of our eyes. All of these memories collide this is the medium tonight you and me editing time. I can hear you writing I read between the lines I can hear you writing in pictographic signs

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released May 25, 2010

R. John Williams - Vocals, Guitar
Kael Alden - Synths, Guitar, Bass, Drums, Machines, Addtnl Vocals
Heather Alden - Additional Vocals and Synths
Produced and engineered by Kael Alden
Mastered by Gene Grimaldi at Oasis Mastering

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