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PHYSICAL MATH II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO - TAMPOPO TEMPO
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Physical Math is back with an electric neon edition of Tampopo Tempo!
One of Twenty-Five unique, one-of-a-kind compact discs, Second Edition.
Hand burnt, printed, and assembled with love, from Mathie.
No two discs are the same! Let me know if there is a specific version you want from the photograph!
Includes unlimited streaming of Tampopo Tempo
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Physical Math for your Physical Pleasure: Tampopo Tempo
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Physical Math for your Physical Pleasure presents: Tampopo Tempo
One of Fifty individually enumerated compact discs, first edition.
Hand burnt, printed, and assembled with love, from Mathie.
Please let me know if you have already purchased the album and I'll send you a CD forthwith.
Includes unlimited streaming of Tampopo Tempo
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
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naught was all realized he, mirrors through reflections described form of ego, himself as himself found he.
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this is your place now (up high)
this is what you’ve become (now fly)
you’re eyes burnin’ in the light
like you forgot the sun (you’re alright)
they told me be myself so am i jekyll & hyde?
science minds left me behind, insanity bona fide
costumed with pedigree, which face to face the mirror me
i can’t even tell a hoof out from a hand to fuck up my own body
deflect hits with wits, that’s how we delist a heart donor
and fight the new owner, with mangled ribs on my shoulder
fading marks on my wrists, the fleshy pack of each fist
at my chest when i imagine a single doubtless kiss
in my heart i’ve passed rather be vast but this mask
keeps telling off my friends and hey you are the last
but hun, i’m not a man at best call me a manifold
sick to death of each weighted breath lost at a bar to hold
homie for homely i feel the kiss of your teeth
poster child for silent boys shipped with a sword for a sheath
you might catch me blushin’ more when you call me a whore
‘cause i been keeping a tight grip on an innate bloody core
shake out your molten wings
they won’t burn you anymore
leave all of this behind (if you want to)
i’m right here, i’ve been here, i’ll be here
this is your place now (up high)
this is what you’ve become (now fly)
you’re eyes burnin’ in the light
like you forgot the sun (you’re alright)
i’m pressin a bullet for my head etched “without prejudice”
forcing the king and queen to play chess while i bitch about unrest
luring my loves into allure, whatever it takes to keep them reeling
patented patterns i been stealing off some semblance of feeling (...now)
why the fuck you really looking at me?
my demons’ll eat you alive man you better let me be
cause whatever you seein’ is just too heavy to let me fly
but i can’t come alive without it and that’s why i’m fluttershy
yea, whos that haunting the reflection of me?
why’s it eyes like the sea darker than everfree
fetal me, please rip me free for this birth i’m renouncing
dirt and feathers and shame as these limbs do the trouncing
trading a curtsy for a bow, this ain’t no homophone show
guesses i left you a message but the number was a throw
so i searched and recursed to the hearse now i’m worse
division, revision, this fission could never fixed this curse
sew up your severed wings
they won’t fail you anymore
smile big and wave goodbye (we love you)
i’m right here, i’ve been here, i’ll-
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