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Synthetic Freezing I
06:11
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Isolation
16:41
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Isolation from this
Ignorance is bliss
I sit alone
I disregard all thoughts
I forget the pain
Felt by everyone
I don’t care
If the world burns away
Let others fight
For whatever might be right
They say that world is burning away
But I really couldn’t less about what they say
As long as I can drown myself in pointless sound
I really don’t care about what goes on around
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Powerless Blindness
10:01
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We all sat in dim rooms
Illuminated by falsehoods
Rooms made for sleep and living
Washed our thoughts away
The excessive glowing
Made us ignorant of what’s inside
How could we not see?
The mind-numbing lights moved with us
They made us think that we were
Close to those we’d never meet
And for those who discovered
The illusions of the gleam
They wished the dark wouldn’t fade in more
The iron is getting cold
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Threnody (Lamentation 1)
02:40
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It was such a beautiful thing
The memories are so blissful indeed
The sounds created sweet melodies
It was such a beautiful thing
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Synthetic Freezing II
07:52
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Everyone is Gone
03:00
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I’ve forgotten much
Everyone is gone
No one will remember me
I wish I were gone
Am I even here?
Who was I supposed to know?
It doesn’t matter now
Everyone is gone
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Gray sky floating
Tinged with orange, yellow, and white
Blue peeks through timidly
Hinting at a brighter day
Green foliage towering
Elevating dark horizons
The darker its shadows
The brighter the sky gleams
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Tired Spiders
04:55
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Cobwebs drape gently over branches
Leaves inside wither slowly
Just like a brittle oven roasting
Willows weeping, widows sleeping
Widow eating, hollows deepen
A father with long limbs brakes
Giants assume him lifeless
But he's just pausing for rest
Willows weeping, widows sleeping
Widow eating, hollows deepen
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Synthetic Freezing III
09:20
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Deathbed Drift
07:49
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You fly (x3)
I die
Crying
Dying
Fading
Heaven rise
God lies
Heaven rise
God lies
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Threnody (Lamentation 2)
02:25
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It was such a beautiful thing
The memories are so blissful indeed
The sounds created sweet melodies
It was such a beautiful thing
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Synthetic Freezing IV
03:02
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Fogged Passenger Windows
03:41
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Imitations of ice with coal colored frames
Cold, damped blurs with raindrop stains
Parallel tears float towards the ground
Even in clusters, they hardly make a sound
White rabbits sporting dark green ears
Plump and fluffed, just like angora hairs
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Faint electronic glows
A lightly chilled wind blows
Water drops onto the windows
Blue light tinges beige paint
Big feet patter downstairs
White book counting sixteen
While soft thinking persists
Youthful minds are drifting
While nature sounds are gifting
No one knows how to give blessings
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21. |
Synthetic Freezing V
06:00
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22. |
Bathed in Youth
04:17
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Fountain
Smooth skin
Fade in
Breathing
Maintain
Posture
Rushing
Water
Sun heat
Warm light
Soft meat
Eyes bright
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Huffing rotted gases in an alleyway
Smoking novocaine in a trashcan
How can I breath today
Needless pretty sounds from a nice house
Just need some more industrial moans
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24. |
Where Are Your Friends?
05:50
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Hello mister, where are you going?
Why aren’t you paying attention?
Surely you see the burning fires
And smell the smoky ashes
You’ve probably heard the screaming
Coming from darkened houses
Or maybe you noticed more gray
As the sun gets duller
May ask where are your friends?
It’s strange that you walk alone here
With nothing but black robes
And a rusted scythe
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The primarily solo music project of multi-instrumentalist and bedroom producer Jack Thompson. The sounds and styles presented here are highly eclectic and varied, as it is mostly meant to be a personal exploration of what this artist does best before moving on to a more conceptually unified persona. So, in a sense, this page is a garbage bin of ideas, some more disposable than others. Still fun. ... more
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