Shot, Directed and Edited by E Daley instagram @liquid_bath
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Head Axe
03:16
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Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine
et lux perpetua luceat eis
One in the mountain, colonial creep
One in the jungle vine, they never release
Exaudi orationem meam
Beautiful creatures, I’ll take all of them
Chickens and river oxen corner me then
Neon stalactite tell me, where are my friends?
Ancestral tampering, a motherly bed
Do it with dignity it’s only a head
Twentieth taken spectrum shift to the red
Nod if it’s good or bad it’s only a head
Bisect the body and I’ll unmake my bed
Will you forgive me now, it’s only a head
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I can see it from here
Vapor from the veneer
Sweetly smoke
You know my shape is always shifting, right?
Which of these mouths will bite?
What’s the joke?
Look up to see the floating hand in the clouds
What is and isn’t allowed
Wait for it
(Slice it down the middle)
It picks you up, puts you on top of the pile
I’m not the rank and file
Pray for it
And you wonder what the left hand does
(Let me interrupt you, it’s the cobra in the chamber, it’s the most popular flavor, it’s the…)
We meet and greet til the eclipse has arrived
Multiple memory hive
Poison tip
(Hidden in the clover)
One eye is swimming like a shark in my head / (Feed me fingers and feed me invisible threads)
One eye wishes you were dead / (Fermenting in the bed)
And you wonder what the left hand does
(In concentric circles, swirl your tongue, wait til we find out where you’re from, the evidence, the queen of crumbs, the caution tape)
Uh huh...
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I was born with the sun in my eyes
January of ‘35
I was born in my lover’s arms
I was born way too warm
I was born ready to die
I was born with a rock in my shoe
I was born way too soon
I was found in the woods in the dirt
Face down in a paisley shirt
I was born ready to die
I was born in a violet light
Sniffin’ sand off a paper knife
I was born with a gun in my face
I was born in outer space
I was born with a rotten tooth
I was born in a navy suit
I was born with a gun in my hand
Shootin’ fires in a distant land
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Waiting
03:33
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When the morning comes
I will wait for you
In the morning sun
I will wait
When the morning comes
I will wait for you
In the morning sun
I will wait
Wait
When the evening comes
I will crawl for you
When the sun is gone
I will fall in fall in
When the evening comes
I will crawl for you
When the sun is gone
I will fall in fall in
Follow
Follow
Follow
Oh
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Prisonous Mind
02:31
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Sing, sing a song
Yes, all day long
Steeple in brine
Prisonous mind
Love and let lay
King for a day
Arms in a line
Unequals sign
Subject to change
Subject is strange
Yours, yours and mine
Twist in the twine
Letting it breath
Plum to the teeth
Sphere is divine
Prisonous mind
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In the tv
Muscle body
Lay it on me
Son and daughter
Bread and butter
See you suckers
Bitch on wheels going
Loyal subject
Distant object
Trust the process
I am obsessed
Bitch on wheels going far
My own lover in the car
Triple vision
Flowing ribbon
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Embrace The Bomb
02:23
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Embrace the bomb
For what it’s worth
Embrace the bomb
Get a clue
We say “deep like an ocean”
We say “tall like a tree”
Listen to me babe
Learn to love
Learn to love what isn’t you
Embrace the bomb
Suffer the sound
Getting a taste
Saddle the faun
Moment to waste
We say “powerful women”
We say “talented too”
Listen to me babe
Nothing is free babe
Learn to love what isn’t you
They throw the sword into the lake
They bake you in a birthday cake
And build the house you just escaped
Come and get it
They want it light and you are dark
They want it dumb and you are smart
Embrace me babe your death is ours
Deep like an ocean, tall like a tree
Listen
Throwing the sword, babe, house on the lake, babe
Listen
Eating a bomb, babe, saddle the faun, babe
Listen, listen, listen
Listen to me
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Bad Vibrations
03:50
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Left to my own
Devices I’ve shown
I can’t say no
I won’t say no
We’re under oceans
Under the sink
Secret devotion
Waiting for me
We’re under oceans
Sunk in the ink
Bad vibrations
Looking for me
It’s the kernel below
And your missing hand
Where the blood won’t flow
And the shifting sand
It’s the width of a ghost
In your little mind
Don’t dance that close
I won’t say
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Critter
02:48
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Gentle reminder
It’s happening today
Bay of feathers
Tail of long delay
Tether entwined
Don’t bother with asking what you already know
It’s gonna be fine after I chew down to the center
Invest in bone
Ha ha ha
Flesh of apple
Foreign particle
Feed a fever
Starve a molecule
Cover the bell
Critter can smell rivers of milk in the snow
A woman can tell
After a century of compression
You let it go
Ha ha ha
He paints the grass so green
A feast, a flower, a word
Swallow it down
A wheel, a wire, a bird
Swallow it down
An arm, a leg, admired
Swallow it down
Fully awake, so tired
Swallow it down
Tell me I’m your favorite demon, yes
Reverse, recoil, at rest
If there isn’t a hole then we’ll…
Tell me I’m your favorite demon, yes
Reverse, recoil, at rest
If there isn’t a hole then we’ll make one
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The Party Is Over
04:07
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Your stiff competition
Blessed victim
Paint all of our names in green
She, she was a prism
Full on friction
He, he was a movie queen
Scramble to divide us
Hand inside us
We recite the words you provide
Angels of a feather
Seethe together
Sound collapse the cave in its prime
The party is over
How’d you know her?
Ebb into the flow, amen
We accept your surrender
Vicious bender
Migrate to the south, the end
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