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(At Least) Three Cheers for Cause and Effect

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1.
Year of Glad 02:39
it ends now: limbs inactive, pretending to be passive phasing through walls to you don't believe what you hear, never trust an open ear just waiting for another head to turn clouded eyes in misty spaces where girls with guns and boys with braces crawl to share a dime or two the film room is a wreck now the colors became warping hues, the wind that blows radiates fumes we dropped this once, I’m going alone surrounded by the officials discussing tertiary symbols they're circumspect, there's tension in a room that's wild and ripe for speaking meanwhile, blissfully sadistic we’re all up in your business where cartridges are stacked to the moon weapon or entertainment: it’s not your call it isn't up to you the doors they were revolving, our eyes met, I broke down sobbing it might sound like something awful, I know... the only thing I feel is home
2.
when it’s over, don’t say ‘at least I tried’ or ‘wounds will heal with time’ from the outset eyes were glowing in the darkness c’mon sneak up, I’ll forgive it once when the details link effect to the cause and the act’s done, gotta clean it up this story needs at least three cheers for cause and effect the waste, shoot it into space now give the land away a limb to amputate, or disinvest like the man who tears his life apart for some grasping in the dark and try as he may, he can’t fuck away the shame and when this crashes down again something familiar will begin but tell me who’ll be there to think of what was wasted
3.
The Samizdat 03:52
it feels so familiar, I could swear maybe I once knew you, but from where? are you Quebecois? all I can say is c’est la vie… you might be talking, but I won’t be listening forbidden features of a face is it the one that stowed me to this place? we are all reborn, albeit with apology you might be talking, but I won’t be listening I wanna see you again no, I don’t mind being entertained something thoughtful, something reassuring compete for syntax — what a waste these failing synapses fire away there are no worries now no writing letters full of synopses you might be talking, but I won’t be listening
4.
the truth is we all want the same there is but one end on the way even after all this time your life’s as fragile now as mine now in the fog, I breathe the fumes I take one step toward home and I leap to you after all, it’s my fantasy some want it all, I want you with me even if you’re as real as I a place in the heart’s not a place in the mind just want you with me
5.
found the stacks of paper, mountains of disorder viewing all the video, films you haven’t finished yet there’s a world that you made here it’s more true than anything else that’s real took a mess of letters; made em something beautiful like painting by the pixel, it’s so undeniably pure who cares for your questions when you have all the answers? where do you go for syntax when you’re the keeper of the words? what’s the higher power when you’re the highest power? where do you go for comfort when you have become the cure? your waves ran parallel to earth found the stacks of paper, mountains of disorder viewing all the video, films you haven’t finished yet ...you won’t
6.
Found Drama 03:42
listen, I’m not sure if you’re at home, or if your sister’s there or if you have one at all... victimless crime this neo-realist, anti-confluential mind or just an artist who has become numb after the holidays the loneliness sets in, another restless hour and you know that you should go lie down but the bedroom’s so far...
7.
am I paranoid? is this commonplace? am I far too young to always feel this way? someone dropped the ball deep in outer-space extending arms while we drift away, but... there was a time when I had some peace of mind these dreams are dark I’m nightly inflicted by smiles and arms so wide they’re welcoming inside embrace this little ruse the one unspoken truth we share is: all good heroes die before the end if I’m lost in thought, please forgive my daze it’s a sprawling plot, and the world’s at stake every morning now, when I wash my face I see the skin as it melts away, well... after a while you forget the veil is on there’s just this thin layer of darkness covering everyone around in clouds of static lines
8.
clearly, there were classic signs patterns just as old as time, and we swore: not to be bound by geographic locations growing out roots only leave for vacations well... we were captive here laying on your childhood bed we never would have wanted it but we make the best maybe we were here to rest but we’ll do whatever our bodies ask here in this room like we never envisioned buts someone else did with a sick intuition and how could you have known he was... looking at your childhood bed we never would have wanted it but we make the best we will wake up to find we’ve never been born it’s all been a dream we will glow with the radiation, love’s manifestation just listen to me we will stake out in our blindness, some creature will find us inevitably so hold on to your kindness, remainder of likeness is all that I need
9.
time will lay this body to waste (I have made this lifetime a waste) in terror or with grace (in terrible disgrace) I’ll reach out for your hand (I'll reach out for a friend) it’s okay, it’s the end
10.
lazy nights like days in school I’ll close my eyes and dream of you I’m not the only one look at all these boys you knew they’d die and try to marry you and in a way they did when we meet we’ll lay in rows talk about the world we know the one we thought we did feel like I could never die live and learn while none survive I’ve come to terms with it if by some chance my luck ends do you think that we could be friends after what I did to you so my ghost will always stay behind when I dream the future bends twist and turn till time relents like a bloodborne pathogen always now I see your face from before it was erased and unreplaceable searching for some proper blame was it instinct or your mother’s aim? well the guilt, it took her too in the graveyard, skulls are bare reclaimed images stored where the waves disfigured him by and by I’ll realign what is real is in the mind I’ve convinced myself it’s true the end is close, I’m feeling full of life we will coalesce into a common swarm

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(At Least) Three Cheers for Cause and Effect is an album born of a haunting obsession with David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest.

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released July 29, 2014

Written and Recorded by Fiction
Produced by Fiction and Jonathan James
Mixed and Mastered by Jonathan James

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We are a band named Fiction. We write novel-centric concept albums and make them available for free. Our first album was inspired by Lev Grossman’s The Magicians. Our sophomore effort focuses on Infinite Jest, by David Foster Wallace. The new record is called (At Least) Three Cheers for Cause and Effect and will be released 7/29/14. ... more

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