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Time is essential to the conversation
Space is provided for a phrase or pause
Matter is inevitable creation
Energy screaming at the speed of cause
Life: what a symphony of sights
I’m caught in the middle
Love: what a reckoning or rights
I’m lost in the riddle
Math is created, or is it discovered?
Language, a training tool or tool of trade?
Counting each one of us a prime example
Marching for undivided numbered days
Life: what a symphony of sights
I’m caught in the middle
Love: what a reckoning or rights
I’m lost in the riddle
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2. |
Sorry for Nothing
02:18
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To delight the mind
And excite the heart
We will throw our pan
Right into the art
We're sorry for nothing
We can't finish if we don't begin
We’re sorry for nothing
We can't help it if we favor kin
If we savor sin
To express the self
And impress on you
We will bring our past
Into present view
We’re sorry for nothing
We can't stand for what has been again
We’re sorry for nothing
We thrive when our enemies are friends
Survive when our enemies are friends
We will use our voices
And make no sound
To communicate
Nothing too profound
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Magic and Math
03:43
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What is the difference between magic and math?
Both take me on an adventurous abstract path
What is the sum when you add magic to math?
Both make possible only what we can imagine.
If the mystery is in my head, I will manage
If the history is in the past, our advantage
Every feeling in its proper proportion
What is the difference between magic and math?
Both take me on an adventurous abstract path
What is the sum when you add magic to math?
Both make possible only what we can imagine.
If the proof exists forever, is there no canvas?
If the truth persists inevitably, we’re blessed.
Every feeling in it’s proper proportion...
What is the difference?
What is the sum?
What is the product?
What is the quotient?
Time is subtracted and relative
Spaces equal in each place
Matter multiplies before our eyes
Energies divide with grace
What is the difference between magic and math?
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What If I Die
04:41
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What if I die?
What if I die?
Would I feel, would I know
Would I fly, would I fall?
How will I tell the time when I don't turn on?
Could I turn this consciousness back to purest possibility?
With no measure of success
Worse or better, no conditioning
We come from nothing
Return to nothing
We inherit the presupposition that we've received Nature's preferential treatment
We seem to be the pinnacle of what can know, as far as we can know
We come from nothing
We turn to something
What if I live?
What if I live?
Would I hurt, would I heal?
Would I smile, would I keel over?
How would I count on time when it's not quite real?
Could I turn this consciousness back to purest possibility?
With no memory or stress
Curse or blessing, vital mystery
We come from nothing
How come we're something?
If we come from nothing
How come we’re something?
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Clockwork
03:39
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Just like clockwork, bound to a sun
Though we don’t agree on the rhythm of our revolutions
It is fitting or so profound that direction be paramount
To collision-free way round?
Once a cyclone of dust and gas
Spun from star-guts expelling trash
Like a phoenix, rise from ash.
If the stars could surely remain
Bright and distant, fixed in a frame
God will deal in gravity’s game
Smooth our reeling worries away
Just make clocks work, everyday job
But the heart’s work is learning laws
Deeper than we’ve grown to see
Fitting four dimensions of space
Into three we everyday face
Truth shrugs absolutes with grace
Once a carriage of human mind
Would assume the constant of light
To derive a new spacetime
In a marriage of space and time
Mass and energies intertwined
Vows are sound in longer lines
Leading to grander designs
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Sound
04:42
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Open up to your sound
Listen up to your sound
Break the glass with you sound
Cause then’s just memory
Is this all here, happening now?
Now cannot be if there ever was then
How can every intricacy listen?
Now cannot be if we see what’s coming, hear what’s drumming
Everything’s been moving with no mission
Bring it down with your sound
Let it out with your sound
Luxury of your sound
Open yourself to now, cause future is to come
You’re anxious for the winter after
Nostalgic for the summer before
Still cozy in the changing autumn
We only know to take for granted spring
Is this all here, happening now?
Turn it round with your sound
Lost and found with your sound
Three to count with your sound
Turn a smile to me now, cause future is to come
Do we pursue the everlasting?
Imprisoned in the place we dream and wake
Record each thought, mundane or grandiose
We only know to occupy our space
Open up to your sound
Listen up to your sound
Break the glass with you sound
Cause then’s just memory
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7. |
I Can (Interlude)
02:05
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I cannot help but derive more meaning
I cannot help but desire more feeling
I can I can I can
Just because I can,
I would I should I stand
I crawl I scrawl my plan
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Think About Thinking
04:31
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Far be it for me to comment on your disposition
Starving to escape this gazing male, an ape condition
So you spell a pungent poem
Charm me with your mind’s aroma
Just to throw your thoughts over your shoulder
Crumpled, ink-scored paper
I know you know what I’m drinking
You think you think about thinking
We see no negative to excess information
Still seek some salience through modal iteration
We speak as aliens of model conversation
Far be it for me to analyze your telling fiction
Marveling, if none the wiser, prime pitfalls of diction
So you speak in awkward prose
Unleash your words from formal woes
Just to season reasoning
With tone, inflection, cadence, subject
I know you know what I’m drinking
You think you think about thinking
We see no negative to excess information
Still seek some salience through modal iteration
We speak as aliens of model conversation
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Seeking sublime
Beyond the finite
Fearful delight
Testing insight with complementary sound symmetry compelling me
Also known as harmony
We would thank Pythagoras for thee
If it weren’t so obvious
To see that the ratios correlate
Gut string hung from beams with measured weight
We would thank Pythagoras
If it weren’t so obvious
If the ratios correlate
Never more to contemplate
Reaching respite
Before the infinite
Faithful resist
Blessings persist with complementary chord chemistry compelling me
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10. |
Time Is Movement
05:06
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We think a fire will suffice us for tonight
We drink, inspired by the memory of light
We know the water is fuel for us all
But wine will warm us from faces to our toes.
Time is movement
What compels this
Forward progress
Manifest us
Time is movement
Chance collapses
Probability to action
We think a choir will support us for today
We sing, inspired with no echoes in our wake
We know the harmony's fuel for the soul
But with no rhythm we have nowhere to go
Time is movement
What compels this
Forward progress
Manifest us
Time is movement
Choice collapses
Possibility to action
Just like clockwork
Sprung from a sun
Shifting gears with each one's own heart rhythm
We dare to triumph inside our little minds
We swear in silence and can't believe our eyes
We hold these pains to be self-evidently sacred
And undeniable pathways to our peace
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11. |
All We Are (Interlude)
01:13
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All we are is a memory of a ratio
All we are is a fading of four to three
All we are is an asymmetry in nature
All we are is a complementarity
Sound in harmony
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Incredible Odds
04:43
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By ourselves we split the world in parts
By our nature, argument or art
By ourselves we privatize our pain
By our lonesome, stigmatize our shame
We're incredible odds
We contrive all our gods
What compels us to cope?
What reminds us to hope?
By our cells we harvested the light
Learn to swim, breathe, speak and seek insight
By our song, time, love and memory
Find the fountain, stave off entropy
By ourselves we argue over toys
By ourselves distinguish girls from boys
By ourselves we postulate for primes
By ourselves, subservient to the rhymes
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Everything in one place
Time beget all things most probable
Fly swim or crawl
Once we intuit time, love and memory
Face the infinite, headstrong and free
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Life and Love
03:22
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Life, what a symphony of sights
I'm caught in the middle
Love, what a reckoning of rights
I'm lost in the riddle
Guided by our nature
To create and be creative
To assume and apply
To pursue and provide
To examine and excite
Guided by our agents
To parade and be pervasive
To confuse and comply
To refuse and reply
To entangle and entice
Life, Love:
Just two words and just two parts apart from one
(One) life for love, greeting faces, meeting spaces heating up
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Can I
03:43
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I cannot help but derive more meaning
I cannot help but desire more feeling
I can, I can, I can
Just because I can
I would, I should, I stand
I crawl I scrawl my plan
I cannot read you from left to right
I cannot speak of your breathless sight
Can I share a dance with you?
Don't know the steps but I got moves
I got moves
Would you stay ‘til you become old news?
Don't know a thing 'bout souls
But yours somehow heals,
When you're there I repair
I cannot help but delight your being
I cannot help but design my dreaming
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Take my hand
You are strong enough
Grip my finger in your palm
You are safe enough
Walk into wonder
Wail into wonder
Wake into wonder
Hear my voice
You are brave enough
Drifting in and out of sleep
You belong here with us
Hear my voice
You are wise enough
Use my chest as your bed for now
Fade into wonder
Dive into wonder
Wade into wonder
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Nathan Eliot Minneapolis, Minnesota
After collaborating on the Minneapolis music scene for more than 15 years, Nathan Eliot is proud to release his second solo
album, By Ourselves, a piano meditation on time, on July 28, 2019.
His debut album, Universe in Me (2014), transformed "familiar folk instruments into celestial sound machines, as mandola mingles with synth and bells." (The Current blog)
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