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Consequence
02:46
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Down with language used to silence
Down with scripture twisted to violence
Down with anything that alienates humans
Down with rules that only benefit the super-rich
Down with distractions that increase gossip
Down with legislation based on inhumane logic
At ease with the products
At ease with the shopping
At ease with possession
We know we’re the problem
At ease with the burning
At ease with the buying
At ease with consumption
Our way of life is dying
When I lose myself
I can come back to my body
Come back
Down with language used to silence
Down with scripture twisted to violence
Down with anything that alienates humans
Down with rules that only benefit the super-rich
Down with distractions that increase gossip
Down with legislation based on inhumane logic
We know we're the problem
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2. |
Culture
03:11
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Planet Region
Culture
Culture
Country City
Culture
Culture
See it Own it
Culture
Culture
No time Left
Get your Name on it
The heavy heart
Weighs down the mind
Tangles limbs
Twists the spine
The heavy heart
Has lost control
Blocking joy
From the soul
Planet Region
Culture
Culture
Country City
Culture
Culture
See it Own it
Culture
Culture
No time Left
Get your Name on it
White noise reigns
Where serenity sang
Now we shift our ways
So machines can play
The pressure to
Relieve the pain
Will turn a body
Into stone
The pressure to
Relieve the pain
Can make an angel
Go insane
The intimacy of the city
Is a delicate thing
Such a delicate thing
Planet Region
Culture
Culture
Country City
Culture
Culture
See it Own it
Culture
Culture
No time Left
Get your Name on it
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3. |
Crave
02:05
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How I slept for for so long
It felt so wrong…
To be dreaming of passion,
And wake to none...
To be pulling apart memory
Just for fun…
Until I began to believe
I was meant to be alone
When I walk all I saw
Was stars I wanted to touch
And the looming, shaking, reaching, chasing
Came on with such a rush
I must, I must, I must
I must fly
I must, I must, I must
I must fly
Now I know I was never alone
I have my wings
To take me to my passions
Right on time
I am living simply
In my bones
I must, I must, I must
I must, I must, I must
I must fly
I must, I must, I must
I must fly
High
High
High
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4. |
Crawl
03:22
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We used to be an animals
Now we talk talk talk talk talk talk
I’ve got all these wretched nightmares
Crawling out of my mind
They talk to me all the time
Nightmares. Asking:
Where’s all your money?
Why don’t you smile?
What happened to your hair?
What do you do with your time?
We used to be a animals
Now I talk talk talk talk talk talk
I don’t remember being young
During this lifetime
As a child I had expectations
But I kept falling out of line
If freedom is power,
Then power is free
So
What
Is freedom
To me?
We used to be animals
Now we talk talk talk talk talk talk
Maybe someday I will be
Animal again
I won’t have to use my words
I’ll just speak with my skin
Maybe someday I will be
Animal again
We used to be...
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5. |
Curious
04:05
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Calling all humans from the shadows
Calling all humans
Once I lived in a mirror
Everything I saw was flat
I stayed in that mirror
Filled with frozen distraction
My only prize for perfection
Was endless anticipation
Then the shadow came
I was so afraid
But it showed me the way
To be curious
it said:
you have all the tools
to break the rules
i said:
I have all the tools
To break the rules
So I broke out from the glass
With my new perspective
So curious
Of my imperfections
When the shadow came
(when the shadow came)
I was so afraid
(so afraid)
Til it showed me the way
(showed me the way)
To be curious
You have all the tools
(you have all the tools)
I have all the tools
(i have all the tools)
To break the rules
(to break the rules)
to break the rules
It's impossible to see
(impossible to see)
Beyond what we want to see
(beyond what we want)
So curious
(so curious)
Am I curious?
Are you curious?
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6. |
Clear
02:58
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No tricks, No mind, No rules, No time.
No more, No less, No gold, No quest.
No faith. No truth. No hate. No route.
I’m sensing sensation without reason
I want to wake up (4x)
wake up, wake up, wake up
in the dream
wake up, wake up, wake up
The body is it, It is us
Us is a statement, A statement is a job
A job is a joke, A joke is work
Work is a need, A need is a game
A game is a circle, A circle is smart
Smart is recycled, Recycled is practical
Practical is full, Full is enough
Enough is delicate, Delicate is a conversation.
No tricks, No mind, No rules, No time.
No more, No less, No gold, No quest.
No faith. No truth. No hate. No route.
I’m sensing sensation without reason
I want to wake up (4x)
wake up, wake up, wake up
in the dream
wake up, wake up, wake up
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7. |
Compassion
04:17
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It's too much to begin,
We’ll start in the middle.
Making love out of sadness,
Summer, Out of ice.
We are just Jaded babies
I don’t have to prove myself to you
You don’t have to prove yourself to me
I don’t have to prove myself to you
You don’t have to prove yourself to me
You don't have to prove yourself to me
Let’s hold each other now
Hold each other now
It starts with the skin
Laying on the bones
Of the Faces
Wallpaper to the skulls
Searching for intention
Sung between the eyes
Lining the bedrooms
Of our minds
We just have to hold
Hold each other now
Hold each other now
I don’t have to prove myself to you
You don’t have to prove yourself to me
You
Don’t
Have
To
Prove
Yourself
We just have to hold
We just have to
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8. |
Call
04:13
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I was changing shape to fit the box
I was changing shape to fit the frame
I was changing shape to fit the gown
I was changing shape to fit the town
Over time there was nothing left
For my shape to connect to
It’s shadow blazed past mystery faces
So I called to my soul to take control
So I called to my soul to take control
I won’t change my shape to fit the box
I won’t change my shape to fit the fram
Calling far beyond words
Where truth is absurd
Where nature is the primary concern
When the call is made it can’t be ignored
When the call is made it can’t be ignored
I won’t change my shape to fit the gown
I won’t change my shape to fit the town
I was burrowing tunnels
Through skeletal walls
Through the muscles of rock
Through the soil of thought
Through times of transition
When there’s no clear position
Through times of restraint
When there’s nothing but pain
When the past returns
Again and again and again
I won’t change my shape to fit the box
I won’t change my shape to fit the frame
I won’t change my shape to fit the gown
I won’t change my shape to fit the town
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9. |
Cure
02:32
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Have you ever had a party
Just you and your body?
Have you ever had a party
In your mind?
I’m having a party
Just me and my body.
I’m having a party in my mind
We don't need a dance floor
We don't need a reason to move
We don't need a dance floor
We are always in a PARTY MOOD
Dancing to release my emotions
Dancing to fight my oppressors
Dancing to face my greatest fears
Dancing to clean my lonely tears
We don't need a dance floor
We don't need a reason to move
We don't need a dance floor
We are always in a PARTY MOOD
We don't need a dance floor
We don't need a reason to move
We don't need a dance floor
We are always in a PARTY MOOD
I see myself if you (4.5 x)
We don't need a dance floor
We don't need a reason to move
We don't need a dance floor
We are always in a PARTY MOOD
We don't need a dance floor
We don't need a reason to move
We don't need a dance floor
We are always in a PARTY MOOD
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10. |
Quiet
04:11
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One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
Give myself
Give myself
To the wind
I'll push down through my roots
In the middle
In the middle
In the middle
Of everything
One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
Give myself
Give myself
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this to you
There's nothing I can do
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can do
To forget
The story from which I've grown
I was born from the belly
Of my personal beast
Now only now only now
I'm connecting to eternity
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this to you
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this
One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
Give myself
Give myself
To the wind
I'll push down through my roots
In the middle
In the middle
In the middle
Of everything
One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
Give myself
Give myself
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this
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Pleeay San Francisco, California
Pleeay is a non-binary fronted gutter-pop band from San Francisco that invites everybody to live loudly with compassion. Castle is the ballet dancing front person. Pete is the bassist and master of vibes. Huli is the drummer and synth siren. Pleeay’s live performances share the process of moving through tough feelings to express that while life can be messy, no one is alone. ... more
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