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( Listening lies only partially under the control of the listener and provides a greater opportunity for objects of perception to exercise agency)
( The principle feature of city soundscape is random motion...it is pedesis, brownian motion, gausian noise)
(The geographic contours of urban life are thus networks between material environments and the intensities of perception, imagination, and fantasy, creating a feverish intensity)
Remember when the buffer was on? Any street, any face, every fight was won?
I recall when the margins were out, before friends turned into cranes Remember when the pressure would start? Little bugs, little glitches, easy cathartic?
It's something rather paramount to see the skyline in wonder haze
Why the running?
Why the pain?
Destiny Failure
A cruel urban game
Walking or running
Still or mobile
A foil, a mountain
A foot or a mile
Remember when the buffer was on? Any street, any face, every fight was won?
Recall when the margins were out, before friends turned into cranes
Remember when the pressure would build? Big bugs, big pitches, no time to yield?
It's something tantamount to these sounds of urban decay
Let's break from this language base
Take Schafer at his word
I see it in the orange glow of street lights
Reflecting off the dark urban sphere
Metallic shadows in a hue of calm caution
Where I learned appropriate fear
Different riffs sprung from the sound of chaos
During the hum and drive of giant turbines
Constrained no more by their metal lodging
Overwhelming is good sometimes
How do you fix the restlessness?
While selling time?
I look for my tabula rasa
As I ride the #5
Break what you tell yourself, wait must you turn it all down
Wait can't you check yourself, too late to forget and tune out
Break what you tell yourself, wait must you follow it down
Break with the train arrival, fight in the battle of the idles
Profile outdated
Contacts antiquated
Oh the embedded art
Returning to the start
We try and find a little piece of our imagined life, our own choices
Sometimes that measure lasts four years time, chasing glory
Going down the slippery slope
To the sounds of industry
The pressure it bears down
Learning the importance of curtains
Learning the necessity of masks
Do it for you, do it for me
A steel and carbon symphony
To the sounds of industry
The golden hearts start slipping down
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Banister Canister
04:41
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Tow the line! Tow the line
Our anchor barely holds
Against the unknown mold, against the fray
I've got to go, I've got to go
Simple declarations
I can't stand that York Creek exit anymore
Think it's time for me to leave
I travel light
Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine
Will you leave my side?
Spin dimension, always waiting for a sign
With nothing more than a try
Driving down on 35
Another crossroad, a different view
The horizon that belonged to Mabel
This old chore is now something new
Let's slow this hill country drive down
Put the time in a freeze
Slow down to eternal seconds
Cheat the rarity of this space and breathe
You know how I like my harbingers Holly
Like that first scent of Spring
Captive space, looking at Las Meninas
I'm keeping the callouses, I'm keeping them for me
Re-ignition, I'm taking back what's mine
Will you leave my side?
Print editions, with never an easy line
No more space to hide
So we ride, we ride
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Ultra
05:12
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And all we had was ending
Melting away on AA67
Hands clutched, wishing
That every little sound found a permanent home
That last day in Barca danced with the weight of the world
Singing that it's all right, it's OK, it's just unknown
Crisp and Grace react with a spin and a
Running uphill with Phil
Trying to channel the grey
Of my science and charity
(The holly returns)
As two fear the title, " And then there was one"
Vale! A Quotidiano band aid was set at the edge of the world
A feeling of being all right, being OK, set and the plan evolved
You want me to affirm, but I won't
I won't stop the remaining feelings of ebbing
Wary of repeating, wary of defeating
The fire of Bouldin
I see it in the Picasso postcards
I hear it in the Southern Ghost march
I wanted an easy simile of a puzzle
But the sublime just doesn't fit in a frame
It's sheer
The rune is getting the last laugh
The need to be seen returns to form
As the soon starts to change to the forefront
The rune returns to
The rune is getting the last laugh
The need to be seen returns to form
As the soon starts to change to the forefront
The rune returns to
I can see it
In the cities of the sycamores
Another drink alone
Noise and beauty, frame dismantled
It's ultra
It's ultra
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Chasing
05:18
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Writing with my left hand
Holding on to you with my right
Determined to make something of these young days
Closing in on that dance with the devil
Cearl Street Purch!
Over this cheap elation
The doubt begins to creep in
I'm sorry about our communication
Those walls seemed important at the time
OK all right let's reflect while moving
Find a reward for our late night restlessness
Our requiem in a valley, among towering overdrafts
Leads me to the manual fade play chasing grey weightless yeses
Help distract me, lift my mind from the mundane
Usually, thrown at the twenty something
Crazy, for these orbits spinning around my head
It seems that the moon hangs high these days
Expecting noise, met with silence
Your frame and I at
the center of this, weightlessness
The horror the horror
The wheels go round
Sirens scream, dilated pupils
The mirth is snapped, the bend tends downward
The night grows darker, the horror the horror
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Submarine
02:17
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Kelmon
05:11
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It sits in the creases
A prudent tide from an ardent moon
Looking down at all our pieces
The ancient old and random new, join the deja vu
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
(There is no stop, there is only push)
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
(The only one I see, the only one I breathe)
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
(There is no stop, there is only push)You're a Monday in a storm
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
(There is no stop, there is only push)
Reaching for that strike of lightning
Ride with me, tilt with me
Reaching for the experimental with trust
Looking at that dark horizon
Ride with me, tilt with me
Singing our original vespers with lust
Back to wall
Heavy mists
Halfway tuned pianos and regrettable science
Dark slacks
Shadows
Tracer hips
Caprock
There is no subtle line to offer you in time
It's just...pressure and sustain
Take my hand while you gather how
A lack of choices could be a gain
It's so easy to see the tatters
It's why we must embrace the pain
It's stepping up stairs, not a ladder
Got to fight in these isolated days
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
Mise en abyme, Mise en abyme
Reaching for that strike of lightning
Ride with me, tilt with me
Reaching for the experimental with trust
Looking at that dark horizon
Ride with me, tilt with me
Singing our original vespers with lust
Heavy Price
Harness Burn
Watching explosions reflect off the water
As structures change
As light fades
What new reason will beg to alter
You
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ADD
02:24
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Written and Performed by Travis Pope
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Roll
04:03
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A great impression of a mirror
Reflecting commons just to hide in plain sight
Reveals an edge of fear
Devote your sharpened teeth
Grind me back to the middle line
I want to know your faults
I want to see your Y
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
Light my blood on fire
A wanted dream on the periphery
That still rolling lone tire
To take a pulse of the mystery
I vie against the subtle
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
I want your trouble
I can feel you, checking out my proceeds proceed!
Power trip, I'd like to add to your confidence poem
Dance with respective, watch your perspective
A quick good riddance like to 2016
You look like you just met your muse, elevated!
Undulation cresting
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
Light my blood on fire
A wanted dream on the periphery
That still rolling lone tire
To take a pulse of the mystery
I vie against the subtle
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
Rethink your trouble
I'm not saying that it's all lost
I'm not buying all this hail to the chief
I'm not hinting that there's no cost
To hear all these words and stay glued to your seat
I'm not saying that it's all lost
(Never intended to hurt)
I'm not buying all this hail to the chief
(Just wanted to be free)
I'm not hinting that there's no cost
(A theme hallowed in these walls)
To hear all these words and stay glued to your seat
( An echo in your steps towards me)
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
Light my blood on fire
A wanted dream on the periphery
That still rolling lone tire
To take a pulse of the mystery
I vie against the subtle
Stridor Serrae, Stridor Serrae
I want your trouble
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Reasons
03:45
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It's in between the ears during hot takes
It's the burden of a namesake
It's an old habit dying hard
It's a release that doesn't go as far
Reasons of the head
Reasons of the head, why I fall
Reasons of the head
Reasons of the head, why I keep falling down
It's a cold, bold move in the sand
It's a lesson from another land
It's the pale brunette in the wings
It's the pull of the mystery
Reasons of the head
Reasons of the head, why I fall
Reasons of the head
Reasons of the head, why I keep falling down
I don't recognize the face staring back at me
Overwhelmed by the current, I can't breathe
So many empty words, it's disgusting
Isolated, left to my own burning
Reasons
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FITW
05:58
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What is this common ground, underground?
Quite a detached set of terms
I sift the features
I start to wander
Walking along the fringes
Start to see the water
Another fade to black, format
Another compact disc without a home
I sift through the features
I begin to filter
Walking along the fringes
I start to wonder, are you just another
Fish in the water
Fish in the water
Fish in the water
Fish in the water
Shadows drinking cocktails in crystal
King Leopold caring for his shiny new pistol
The spark always arrives when you are selling time
Soft ears will hear that it's all been done before
It's all mimetic
It's self doubt and woe is me
Learn from my efforts
The tatters of my memory card
Will you wonder?
Be aware of your filter?
Walk with me along the fringes?
Or through the water? Through the water!
Will you wonder?
Will you wonder?
Bet the future
Tell me will you wonder? Will you wonder?
Lungs turned embers
Out of the ashes of my dreams
Ideas put to rosewood
Colored in reverie
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Psych Europa!
05:04
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I was walking in the middle with my eyes to the left
As we rattled off the llobregat
As we toured closer to Gaudi your hands clasped mine
As the tinges of those stones belied
Revolta
Revolta
Revolta
Revolta
Red table wine, with brandy
All those Razzmatazz lines, oh my
Unveil a like-minded soul with the same limitations
Do you have WiFi?
We light a spliff feigning nimble as the pots and pans rallied
And the Catalans cried
Revolta
(Let's take time off from the unknown and mold the known)
Revolta
(Let's be here, now)
Revolta
(Basking in the overcast warmth)
Revolta
(We are not afraid of that storm, with all it's hues of eerie)
Along the streets of Born
We are the bicyclist lost in time
Like prior masters of design
We're joining their classics
My beautiful Indian Paintbrush
Against these old Towers of Power
I only see
Revolta
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Holly
04:07
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Saw you first preaching Pixel Revolt
in a dusty West Texas bar
Young and restless, so hard to avoid
especially with those eyes of yours
Effervescent light, your glimmer held me
as time checked out our rubber band
As I stared back I still remember hopeing
you'd give breath to the truth on your lips
Old tries collide with Blue Jay brainstorm
Old lines collide with Holly
Old signs collide with Blue Jay brainstorm
Old lives collide with Holly
Sarah's farm turned to Santa Fe
as you thought you were a dormant bloom
My cursive, my Texas Lantana
I've been flying with the Blue Jays for you
In fifty years, as youth jeers
will time force us to let it go
A future fear, a present clear
love, calm, and ebbing
Resonate me away
And only when it's at it's darkest
The clearing comes when alone
I see you in searing red, white bright borders
A striking flame against the snow
All this effort, these foundations of time
If it makes you ease your pain then go ahead
Collide with those pillars they are yours to destroy
My anxious pain, my gift to you Holly
I'll let the waves scoop us up, tear us down
Like we're just dancing on the town and breaking a few laws along the way
As the vultures circle in there's so much warmth where to begin
But dream of when we're older all over again
Watching your face in my hands as they weather
I'm not a hero but I will try
To turn your burden into feathers
And if you need to go ahead and collide
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Dorothy
05:42
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Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awaken to morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
I see you
I see you and
In the tinges of
In the governance of my
I see you and
In the tinges of my
In the governance of my days
I see you and Leon
In the tinges of my works
And in the governance of my days
I see you and Leon
In the tinges of my works
And in the governance of my days
I don't want my memory saturated
My chains to Austin exaggerated
I'm sorry I didn't come up on time
I don't want my memory saturated
My chains to Austin exaggerated
I'm sorry I didn't come up on time
To say goodbye
Redbird
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die
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Southern Ghost
03:03
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Bust de femme avec chapeau
Hung with low clouds in 2-1-O
A sudden revival signals the end
To an ink-stained weight, my argent friend
Bare skin burned, a blazing sun
While reaching back for that old fun
An ardent awe pulls back the tint
Poetics lost, an ephemeral sin
In my time I was taking you with me
Your line was a looked to respite
Heavy with your ghosts that I carry
Weary pulling past to the bright light
Windmills spun and the Bright House burned
As I walked to the end not having learned
I took it all then I stabbed your back
For the elbows and hip bones, fist pump act
In my time I was taking you with me
Your line was a looked to respite
Heavy with your ghosts that I carry
Weary pulling past to the bright light
Here we are and here I am
I thought this project foretold the end
Yet a bolstered hurt in brainstorm
Proves something torn is now formed
Pax
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Music Of 25 Austin, Texas
Music Of 25 is a collection of music written by Travis Pope and performed by a rotating group of superb musicians in Central and West Texas.
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