Powerlines EP

by Kameron / FTA

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released February 23, 2010



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Track Name: Not
I once heard that what we need it reality U V W X Y but all we really want is fantasy worlds
Where the polite gesture is to open already opened doors
That lead to long hallways walking on surface less that travels to the forever land of out perfect paradise
Until then

This is
Everything that’s not, nothing that is, and all that won’t be
Ever witnessed by the average creature until we try to manipulate reality
Manipulate, Everything that’s not

Molding a clean slate and have a chance to make amends with past enemies in confrontations where both win and lose
The shared confessions cleanse the mind free of suppresses emotions one day prior to when they’re deemed D.O.A.
Everything that’s not
The aroma from the artificial flowers mimics the scent of false grass
Collecting the light from a halogen light bulb
Sitting next to opaque windows on a seal in class teaching to question the answers to pass
Everything that’s not
Like paralyzed wheel chair dancers
That participates in marathons by placing all weight on one foot
Alternate the paragon of stationary transportation
To outdoor art galleries with no lighting promoting exhibits of craft that’s drawn on stationary creations that close before the creeping light of dawn
Everything that’s not

This is
Everything that’s not, nothing that is, and all that won’t be
Ever witnessed by the average creature until we try to manipulate reality
Manipulate, Everything that’s not

So get infected with the nine-month disease
The expert’s expertise says to condomise all baby boys not she’s to protect them from the influence of the world
Those hidden philosophies disguised by screams swirled with cries of newly born babies speak of wisdom, time, life, and love
Everything that’s not
Having the ability to hear the sound waves reflecting off of hidden stop signs at past forbidden crosswalks so that no one kills the invisible children
Motionless cars stand still as diverse honked horns fill the atmosphere with happiness
Because drivers love patiently waiting
Everything that’s not
Drying the face from tears half empty with jealousy using a wet napkin pre-soaked in a solution of addiction and adultery
While standing face to face viewing yourself in a steamed up mirrors and being offended by the bird when you have only but four fingers
Everything that’s not

Everything that’s not, nothing that is, and all that won’t be
Ever witnessed by the average creature until we try to manipulate reality
Manipulate, Everything that’s not
Track Name: Powerlines
I try to maintain the power in my lines
Like the lyrical dancer recites their message but maintains the integrity and power in their lines
Those powerful thighs dressed and hugged by an elegant pink tutu
As they perform their stance on anti apartheid and the definition of beauty balanced a top those charged power lines
An electric performance rarely seen as it brings grown men down to their knees but not to propose a question
It evokes personal flaws of aggression
The powerful flight only hides the temporary lows of depression and the dancers jeep moving on
The rhythm keeps drumming as the flip flop wearing cool shades energizer bunny serenades the lovely legs of ladies in all shades
As the lines vibrate proceeding long leaps that never fail at imitating the frequency of guitar sound waves
Strings played across various distances from there to somewhere via the great bridge
Don’t drowned in the amniotic fluid
Life found by sonar, ultra sound, sonography or parallel lines equate such latitude problems in the spoiled teens of today’s day
Lights seen on the warm side of the window are black lines
Handmade and serve as a picture frame for the sky behind and everything between it flies to hit the border shocked and static charged surprise
An expected gift from the power lines
Everywhere, look for them
Track Name: Elephants
Elephants closed my window to view the world
So instead I threw my wheels into drive, I drove
Parallel to wet oceans shore like I showed
That I was drowning though I was sunk
And over saturated with a lack of exposure
For this beast of a creature is almost always assumed male
So I’ll speak that he treated me like him
Once was complete and free
Currently partially missing in full captivity
Between the poverty lines
Bound and beaten down by we
Apparently if I am he forever blinded by parenthesis
Times 3 minus 1
2 eyes I see music as vision caress the ivory keys
Ironically I’m lying
In truth I really see nothing
With broom heads where eyelids be
An image cleaned
The head-mids tree takes your mind further than your physical ability
Then looked up towards the closed sun roof at the rain coming down from angry clouds
Because the elephants were suffocating, walking, and driving on their padded surface
So don’t be surprised when the beast falls out the sky
And enters the lonely depths of your mind
I hope you don’t mind
Track Name: Claudia
Ideas and hidden eye tears manufactured in the disappointment of a life that was not
No more than a little focus on the unimportant materialistic status
Instead she puts one sense to capture all scents high in the clouds
A head of Benjamin’s perfume in addition to Franklin’s security
How do we decide whose entitled to hide behind the bodyguard?
Apparently she
With Tupperware plastic her marinated leftover body guards
Body parts infected with rust due to approaching old age
As erotic fantasies continuously press play in the youth’s portable cinemas
Not really made for walking
Luxurious boots stuff the hollow gaps between spreading gossips of other women’s husband’s doings
She was a winner until she failed
Happily married actually losing

Her life is a lie
Is a lie

She was reassured by those sacred vows recited back in her direction
Because prior she had little
And little did nothing to manipulate her ordinary reflection into the extra
Ordinary deception became routine, highly practiced, popularized and accepted
To an optimistic outsider the story reads that her bed sheets remain half full
With a 60 percent chance of her leaky heart containing half love
No butterflies, instead her stomach holds half dove
Who flew, so no sink by tear filled or burned by candle wax lined half bathtub
Her accusations proved not guilty due to Cochran’s half glove
Because the other fingers were busy
Was it half the abuser that abused her?
Forced not a hit, no push, and half shove

Her life is a lie
Is a lie

Trapped in a mansion of silence
Except for the distant cries
Never mistaken for laughter, true frowns
Slurred words are the product of a mouth stuffed full with contaminated dollars
No questions asked concerning the integrity of what ruled her world
For in the adulterer she trusts but little she knew
That the success of her extravagant lifestyle was ruled by the illegal theft of skin and bones that kept may family’s members whole
Paid to dissect the diseased so denied their rest in peace
Their missing pieces swapped with random garbage in preparation for what should be the celebration of their life
And other ruined because the transplants tested positive
So the happiness she purchased, paid in full relation by or to the future death of another
Her innocence but felt wife guilt
Wonderful life not so finally hit her

Her life is a lie
Is a lie