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Split & Fold
03:12
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Split & Fold
Lyrics by Michael Kearney
Cindy has to push so hard just to make it through the day
Image splits and folds, perhaps it’s make-believe
Cindy’s coming apart, her amalgamation frays
Image splits and folds, perhaps it’s make-believe
Cindy can’t go on, she horribly melts away
Image splits and folds, perhaps it’s make-believe
A doomed actress in a rigged play, the script was never going to go your way
Cindy really ain’t gone, she was never really here
Image splits and folds, perhaps it’s make-believe
A doomed actress in a rigged play, the script was never going to go your way
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Full Bar Cacophony
04:23
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Full Bar Cacophony
Lyrics by Michael Kearney
A full bar cacophony, a cocoon of solitude
I’m a spectating specter, never seen, never heard
I watch your dance, the waltz of the doomed
spinning and twirling, into the void
Your story has no arc, ya do as your told
the virus is embedded deep, has total control
and so you dance, into oblivion
The Architect must be mad
for this design to unfold
created a beautiful world
but equipped us with
a flawed code
Please see me
take my hand
spin me around
get me confused
keep me confused
I don’t wanna know
anymore/any more
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Remnants of Illusions
04:40
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Remnants of Illusions
Lyrics by Michael Kearney
Her mind plows through her past
unearthing forgotten sorrows
and mining murky joys
her soul begs her brain to slowdown
to linger longer
on each interior vision
and while she knows
they’re all already past
only remnants of illusions
she wants to close her eyes
and float into these images
to relive them
plod through them
suck out every ounce
of every feeling
she ever had
Float away, float away I (she) want(s) to float away
Float away, float away I (she) want(s) to float away
Float away, float away I (she) want(s) to float away
A loud noise across the bar
mindless, mortality-ignoring, inane laughter
shatters the illusions of the past
into which she was trying to seep
She lights a cigarette
inhales as deeply as her lungs will allow
she slowly exhales a gun blue billow of smoke
then watches
as it gently fades and dissipates
to an opaque ghost gray
much like her own life
Float away, float away I (she) want(s) to float away
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The Symbolic Order New York
The Symbolic Order is an ongoing Michael Kearney, Durnin Martin, and Patrick Maher project that examines the intersections of Image, Sound, and Text: each trilogy has an over all image, while each piece within a trilogy has a specific image attached to it. The Symbolic Order also works in collaboration with other musicians and artists across the globe. ... more
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