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Blame the Lemon [Remastered]

by Arm

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1.
We Wish We Had a Welcome to Wear Out 01:40
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2.
Broken Slinky 03:15
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A breaking point for colors that won't blend Beholding so it's shown that it might end Always so tired of never knowing when The words will stop repulsing the tongue again Always amiss, always aware Inside a head that never shared The gaps between the thoughts always becomes a year A year A hand with the intent of growing blight So pale and made forever to divide With understandings of never getting through But what's the point if nothing's acting true? Always amiss, always aware Inside a head that never shares The gaps between the thoughts always becomes a year A year A breaking point for colors that won't blend Beholding so it's shown that it might end Always so tired of never knowing when The words will stop repulsing the tongue again
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Fast Forward Flashback 03:05
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The brain as a film show Cameras for eyes Turning when they’re closed Like spools, counter-clockwise Editing footage, Deleting most of it, Fixing what you dredge, You drool film tape from your head A questioning specter, Past imperative: “Who’s the director, Of mood, and of narrative?" This is what happens when stills from the past that your History is stashed as Glitch and then overload to the point of Digital collapse Films in a freeze frame erase in this instance Visions of how to get past that and amend Fast forward flashback Fast forward flashback again We are all extras In each other’s plots We’re all expectors Who bruise easily with cuts You choose really nothing much This is what happens when stills from the past that your History is stashed as Glitch and then snap, crack to the point of Digital collapse Films in a freeze frame erase in this instance Visions of how to get past that and amend Fast forward flashback Fast forward flashback No one can watch this outside of itself, No one can watch it in anyone else, Asking to touch it is bound to fail This is a story that can not end well And no one can watch it No one can rewind The brain as a film show Cameras for eyes Turning when they’re closed Like spools, counter-clockwise
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Mechanicals of Time 04:19
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Creature in the makings Destabilizations Fictive bits of trace, This form so fixed and scathingly stern Anvil clouds in stasis Stand-still crowds and faces And in spite of changes This bodiless creature’s return Automatic traumatic lonely dreams on the rise No more imagined ghosts in the machines, only sighs Automatic traumatic lonely dreams deep inside The imagined ghost in the machine, just a sigh A sigh A cry Always just in time Cogwheels bands and lines What a senseless finding Creature in the makings Antenatal basis And, despite these changes, One multiform creature’s return Failure of words Failure of failure of words Post-post-post-post-post- Modernism’s ghost Turn of the century, Turn of the screws 21 rotations, Finally loose Metamorphoses, metaphors, Change inside chains Word after word, The verbless creature breaks
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Beta Vulgaris 04:26
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Atmospheric frostbite Wither the laurel leaf crown And the lack of sunlight's Reaping all that I have sown Photosynthesizing Every concept I have thought Through a holy mouth which Uttered all of my old words For you I can see the dandruff Falling when you flick your eyes In a moment's notice, Use my tongue for your disguise Dandelions' intent flies through Every head you choose to taunt Breathe it in and tell me, Is this what you really want For you, For me? Born to take what is left Gratulate theft Oh, they're impressed And such it stands through twists and turns I hope it burns I hope they learn Complimenting a visceral time And all of the walls are acting like mimes Vines disrupt my visions and corrupts the river's old flow I fertilized my hopes For you The drought was always meant For me You never really cared at all I lost connection to the ground And I don't mind
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Dostoyevsky Does the Disco 04:48
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There's nothing promised Liquid depths Desillusionment All of our visions One by one Will evaporate Now truth is flotsam Adrift at sea Decked with barnacles Tell me of something I’ll believe Without metaphors Oh to live Without dreams Words are a longing And a grasp That it won’t be met There is a million Thoughts to think And not one to live Oh to live Without dreams The more dreams you harbor The less horizon you’ll see To greet life with ardor Is to invite destroyed beauty There’s no way to evade, To assuage, barely to cope, Yet somehow we always find ourselves In the grasp of another hope Life’s not a uni- Vocal song It’s just cadences Is all there is To always sink And not ever land? The more dreams you harbor The less horizon you’ll see To greet life with ardor Is to invite destroyed beauty There’s no way to evade, To assuage, barely to cope, Yet somehow we always find ourselves In the grasp of another hope
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The Candidate 06:40
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I tried To catch a stream and keep it in my palm Lost my calm I tied A knot and wondered if I was born anew Soaked in blue Run it through And see if the collision's all in vain Needless pain All skewed A merry time for your own misery All for me Sweep it under and share with none It's been so long since you've been thrown Sleeping summer, fall, drop dead Waking in a glass-like wintry bubble Seasons’ circles cover it Seeing that it also is corruptible Trying to catch a stream again, The history will be double Being in accord with what this song says For all this I wouldn’t hesitate To say you are a candidate I wouldn’t hesitate to say you're a candidate Gathered dice, a million eyes Threw them thrice and let fate be the culprit Randomized the sum, it fit Character encoded it and culled it Blended it with melody and ended with this song, yes These are the exact words that resulted To all this how can you really say You’re not made in the exact same way? I wouldn’t hesitate to say you're a candidate
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With Rusty Wheels 03:37
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A moment of belief Vultures and worms getting me lost A moment of relief Letting them die out in the frost And in the time of grief Like a clockwork, waits to be crushed All the writings containing some sense of anomaly It might hit way too close to home Repeating the same words for the sake of validity Everything reeks of death to come Next to none No-one’s there Inspired breath Poison air All things are text Or symbolism And the meanings are dead Or always shifting Isolated from the outside's wellknown purity You've been drowned in your own bliss Incarcerated in a den of all your thoughts' debris I've waited far too long for this Digging teeth in hopes of finding gold I think I just lost my appetite Look at you, your hands are filled with mold To be frank, you don't seem very bright And then spite is spilled with poison pens Words sown on frozen fields of paper Shading bright spaces and the person that gave voice to them Everything reeks of a deathlike vapor All you’re made for All the writings containing some sense of anomaly It might hit way too close to home Repeating the same words for the sake of validity Everything reeks of death to come
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Indentity 04:32
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Tried to build my entire life a home Ended with a scaffold Crooked structures and all the levels hold Insulation and mold Fastened onto endless process, forged with force Indentity Molded in between forms filled with ands and ors Indentity Building complex structures Keep uniform and separate Building complex structures: How reality is made in our heads And if we succeed to build constructions on a swampy mind Or at least instigate a process where we sort of try We try to build our entire lives a home End up with a scaffold Shifting structures and all the stories hold Isolation and mold Fastened onto endless process, forged with force Indentity Molded in between forms filled with ands and ors Indentity Houses of indented paper so deformed With dents adorned Slowly folded open, thus our bodies born Identity is our shape We stand before a storm There’s no room There is just yesterday’s fuming ruins As we crumble one by one in two Into topographic maps so smooth And a flatland hope that what we sow will bloom
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Turbo-Christ 04:11
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Bite the bullet High metallic diets Tied to tubes like marionettes Under empty skies Desperate times Death technology Broken bodies All shaped up to get in line Tradegy And atrocity In hands with desires to burn Flashing too bright All is tried and true The woods will continue to hide Machine meadows Tinfoil wafer bites Our savior’s temptings grow His communion is turpentine Dead bird’s third eye Holy protocol Turbo-Christ, we note your call Cross my heart and hope to die Eyes wide open Wandering through the words In the flicker of a mellow blaze Turbo-Christ is here to save the day Too bad no one cares, never did anyways Veins at standstill The sanguine dream’s over The sky is a hand that will Keep creeping closer Land folds over Digits and despair Cities in disrepair You just won’t learn Silver raining Movement restraining Inhaling the lead fumes again You're a shadow Of your former self And you only got the lightbulb to blame
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A Colorful Triumph 02:08
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12.
The Colorless 03:28
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Honed arts of many empty days And breathing with a heavy sigh Learned to look at the other way Believing everyone's a lie Disciple of nothing really great Putting hopes and dreams into his head Where has he Lost his touch? Spending all our time Wishing for his star to truly shine And as such Born through grudge You drew all our fates with pencils, Everything, everything is just a stable Colorless Unused coloring books Plain truths The purest light, the purest dark just paints you Colorless

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released July 28, 2021

Arm is:
Axel on vocals and bass
Otto on drums
Peter on vocals and guitar

Mixing and mastering:
Marc Jesse

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