Lyrics, Disc 1: HOME
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The Outline of the Hypothesis:
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Let me take a moment to fill you in
These cyclical ideas about reality that we proposed
Several years ago now, though it was,
We have corrected
So optimistic
So young at heart
So dialectical
So youthful
So problematic
So idealist
So, this is what we’re left with
This is it
And what happens dear Mr. Hegel
When thesis and antithesis collide?
When there is no hope of synthesis?
From whence all this optimism arises
And what happens it it’s all just one big mess?
A snowball rolling down a mountainside?
What on earth do we do with this?
Cause and effect but with no governing absolute
No idea of progress
No guiding hand
For here are far too many things for one hand to keep track of
Or two hands for that matter
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Very little to go on I know
But who said this was supposed to be easy?
Who said that there were supposed to be answers?
Who made that one up anyhow?
And who said that the absolute, final answer, couldn’t be that this is all just one gigantic, chaotic
mess?
Hmm?
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The Expansion of the Particulars (Part 1):
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You say you’re sorry
But what do you mean by that?
You say you’re seeking for answers
But what the fuck does that mean?
What does it all mean?
You say you’re looking for the reasons
But what makes you think the reasons are there?
You say there’s an overriding narrative
But what makes you so sure?
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The Expansion of the Particulars (Part 2):
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Time and space
Conspiring
But they’re up to nothing
Misunderstood
Misunderstand
Theoretical data is out of hand
Make believe
Mock-up models
Make deceive
Angels and devils
The reader is active in the act of reading
All we can say is that this is beyond us
But maybe that is the point
“What is the point?” you say
That striving is an activity
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Unlimited Limitations:
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I think we’ve taken this about as far as we can
To where it’s all meaningless
But isn’t that the point:
That it’s all meaningless?
That’s right
Go
Go think you are important
It doesn’t matter
No
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???
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Infinity as a unity:
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All is unreal
Yet entirely believable
All is reaction
Yet we are unable to see what the action is
For it is infinite in its constituent parts
So all our reaction appears as action
A shove becomes a leap
Freewill exists, but its essence is confusion
Is not knowing what the outcome is
Thought he course is set
The outcome is decided
We can act in no other way than that in which we will
There is no choice,
Though our inability to factor in all of the infinite causes accounts for something
It is an aspect of our existence
We call it freewill
And mistakenly believe that this is choice
Or, rather, the ability to choose
To choose something other than that which we will
Because we will it
We think
It is not though
It is merely a human limitation
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The Human Wager:
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You sacrifice
For security
For certainty
For ease of explanation
But most importantly for comfort
Even it it’s a little bit untrue
We’re not going to look at that
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Homeland:
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Oh mother I feel terrible
I don’t know what to do
Oh mother I feel awful
I feel as though I’ve made a grave mistake
And the world is so big
And time is a disease
And just when I think I’ve got a hold on it
I see that it’s holding me
Oh mother what can I say?
What can I do now?
Oh my homeland
The brick is so soothing to my eyes
Oh mother don’t you understand?
Don’t you see?
Oh mother how could you?
The abbey
The cool grass
Just walking the streets at last
The seaside
The train ride
The air
The fields
The bricks and the blacktop
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The Unitary Cause is Infinite in its Constituent Parts:
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It is a reason
It is a reason with a thousand fold
A millionfold
Brothers and sisters
But more still
It is reason itself
It is reason itself
Infinite causes
So specific and individual
So fundamentally different from each other that,
They are one in their difference
Because we cannot grasp infinity
We see it as one
As a unity
And so it is
Pressing against our backs
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The Tunnel:
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Standing upon the threshold
Gazing into the tunnel
Staring into the tunnel of history
Hoping to find some glimpse of me
With my modern eyes
Delving for future answers
Discovering the cover judges the book
Delving in deeper places
In every little cranny and nook
With my modern eyes
I can dissect it
I can examine
I can digest this
It’s all just information
It has no bearing on the present
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History:
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The domination of history
Over common sense
Appeals to me
And every little reason
I can bring to mind
Is every little thing that I leave behind
Now
Now you see
Now you don’t
Now
Now
I’m me
Sucking on a bitter pill HAH!
It’s so liberating
It’s so satisfying
The understanding of the understood
Is a relation that’s misunderstood
It is constriction
Now
Now you see
Now you don’t
Now I see
History
Mindless drivel
Maddening words
Defenceless cripples
And the flight of birds
Each and every little thing
Is coming together
Each and every little thing
Is meaningless
History is murder
History is murder
History is murder
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Hermeneutics:
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You believe that your belief is wise
Your untimely demise
Is so timely
In the mire of the mirror’s reflection I see
A little note that’s just for me
In the myriad, multifaceted testament of tomorrow
I will cause my own effect
I can see
A little
Message
That’s just
For me
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Semiotics:
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When will it end?
When will we understand?
Can we comprehend?
The divine
And time
And space
And messages
And misery
And potency
And all the things that trigger us
Is it possible?
Can we?
Will we ever?
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Method:
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I never dreamed
It could end this way
I never expected
This response
I understood
I had things to say
I was directed
It was all for naught
One way
One mistake
One direction
On my way
I never cared
For things of this soil
I never hesitated
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I was never there
I was in turmoil
I never understood
I never understood
I never dreamed
It could end this way
I never expected
This response
I understood
I had things to say
I was directed
It was all for naught
One way
One mistake
One Direction
On my way
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Causality leads to Determinism (Cause and Effect):
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There is the slippery slope
The ever-present precipice
There is the absent hope
The promise of some sort of teleological governance
A missing
A blank
The precarious perching is achieved through employing the use of blinders
Eyes
Are they of use?
Take me back
To where it all began
Help me to
Understand
Just how it all
Will end
Make it easy
It’s not very hard
Make it very sturdy
So it will not fall apart
Let it come together
Let it fall into place
Let history be your answer
Explain it all with time and space
But context is inappropriate
The answering of certain questions is best to be avoided
Tell me something
Tell me anything
Make up my mind
And I will not ask again
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Seeking:
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In the twilight of existence
It’s hard to gain perspective
In the fading hours of the day
It’s hard to express what you mean to say
In the overload of feeling
It’s tough to gain a foot hold
In the overwhelming absolute
It’s hard to be so astute and resolute
Seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, seeking
No patterns are evident
I’m sp, sp, sp, sp, sp, sp, speaking
But without supporting evidence
In the minute and myriad dimensions…
By that of course I mean details
For, parallel dimension has been disproved as an astrophysicist’s wet dream
Destroyed
No,
In the details
It’s so easy to get lost
It’s so easy just to give up
And embrace a construct
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Dialectics:
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All my little angels
All my reasons to go on
All my dialectical stepping stones
All my reasons to belong
It’s all seeming off
It’s all making no sense
It’s all spinning
It’s all making me tense
All my little answers
All my little ones
All my complicated questions
All in all I think I’m done
It’s all seeming off
It’s all making no sense
It’s all spinning
It’s all making me tense
All I care to tell you
Is all I know myself
I’m not keeping any secrets
I’m not keeping anything I’ve felt
Miserable?
No, I don’t think so
Hopeful?
No, no, I don’t think so
I don’t know
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The Test of Time:
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The test of time
The tunnel
The tunnel of history
Doing time
Making time
Time is making me
Cause and effect
The atoms are falling
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Certainty:
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Certainty
A point set in time
Pulled into the future
Movement towards the sublime
A timeline as redemption
The redemptive view of time
A wholly constructed direction
A certainty that is not mine
What if?
What if the march of time is not a march at all?
But a mad avalanche?
And a directionless fall?
Wildly we are thrust along
Time and space and circumstance
A narrative gone entirely wrong
A timeline drawn,
Not left to right
Towards what is right
But top to bottom
Towards what?
Towards uncertainty
Certainly
Towards the confused
We have never been here before
We are careening wildly
Uncertain of everything
Motion towards the one direction that is directionless
We are being pushed
Towards something
Inevitable
But the pusher is not conscious
This is not movement towards anything
Just movement
All is flux
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