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| 1. |
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The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead And did it all in gold and blue and grey The efforts to allay your dread In spite of all you knew and said Were hard to see and harder still to say A comfort plush all laced in lead Was sent to quell your sentiment And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay And when a sudden silhouette Escaped the top-side of your bed I knew you'd never ever be the same Oh, is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke I know too much It's over now And not enough Oh, is it not me? The damage you hold inside your blush? The load you towed You showed it up It's over now And I'm insane Wild spirits winds from out your chest Collides with world and wilderness It needs a gentle hand to call it home Now surfs the sun and scales the moon And winds the waistband of her womb All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold Oh, is it not me? Am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke I know too much We're closer now And said enough Oh, is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw this stone Into this halfway home |
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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Laugh in the face of death under masthead
Hold your breath through late breaking disasters Next to news of the trite The codes and the feelings that meant to be global Like coke in the nose of the nobles Keeps it alight And the wrath and the riots And the races on fire And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight Got you cryin' Cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Gold is another word for culture Leads to fattening Of the vultures Till this bird can barely fly And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned The writing's on your wall Blood on the cradle And the ashes you wade through Got you callin' God's name in vain Leaved the damned to damn it all Got you cryin' Cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Broken nose, coloured glasses Can't see for the thorns And you just can't stand no more What a clumsy kind of low Time to take the wheel and the road From the masters Take this car, drive it straight into the wall Build it back up from the floor And stop our cryin' Oh, cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Our cryin' Our cryin' Our cryin' Still you try, try, try |
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| 3. |
| 2:56 |
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He's a what? He's a what?
He's a newspaper man And he gets his best ideas From a newspaper stand From his boots to his pants To his comments and his rants He knows that any little article will do Though he expresses some confusion 'Bout his part in the plan And he can't understand That he's not in command The decisions underwritten By the cash in his hand Bought a sweater for his weimariner, too Now I'm no mad man But that's insanity Feast before famine And more before family Goes and shows up with More bowls and more cups And the riot for the last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive Through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash For the sickest stunts On aftershave, on gasoline He flips the page and turns the scene In my mind I'm drowning butterflies Broken dreams and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollowtone It's time Eye on authority Thumb prints a forgery Boy, ain't it crazy what the lights can do For counterfeit community Every opportunity Wasted as the space Between the flash tattoo And the half-hearted hologram Posed for the party Now he gloss full bleed On a deaf dumb tree Cod liver dollar signs Credit card autograph Down for the record, but not for freedom Angry young mannequin American, apparently Still to the rhythm Better get to the back of me Can't stand the vision Better tongue the anatomy Gold plated overhead Blank transparency In the days of old you were a nut Now you need three bumps before you cut Not that I should care about Nothing I ain't scared of, but I guess you had to be there In my mind I'm breeding butterflies Broken dreams and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollowtone In time I see you figured in your action pose Foam-injected Axl Rose Life size Should something shake you and you drop the news Lord, just keep your dancing shoes Off mine |
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| 4. |
| 4:02 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:12 |
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Heartbeats soundin'
Ricocheting in their cage Thought I'd lose my balance With the ground's bounce and sway And all this violence And all this goes away And the vibes that rise like Fireflies illuminate our play Some light being Pulled you up from night's party Said, "Clap your hands If you think your soul is free" And the silence was astounding 'Cept some, "Oh lord mercy m-e"'s And oh you can't stop what's comin' up You're never gonna stop gonna live it up And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round Give it up 'Stead of grabbin' for decay What we viewed as gold I believe pollutes this space And its grace ascending Like a snake up your tree Up your happy ending understanding All you're s'posed to be Let it move right in Let it kiss your face Let it sow your skin In perpetual embrace Like I said, love's light as laughter Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter Oh here it comes like a natural disaster Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster Oh here it comes, bring it faster Oh here it comes, bring it faster The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter Burnin' hearts dragged behind The horses dancing on the altar Hooves breakin' gods To diamond dust and stars And there you are Now we're all allowed to breathe Walls dissolve With the hunger and the greed Move your body You've got all you need And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars And oh here it comes and it's not so far All light beings Come on now make haste Clap your hands If you think you're in the right place Thunder all surroundin' Oh feel it quake with the joy resounding Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin' Never give it up you can feel it mountin' Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup and Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round |
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| 6. |
| 5:34 |
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Anda my love
Wake up to your window The day calls in billows It's echoing moonlight onto the blue nightmare of your heart In cosy red rainbow It's shaking off halos And the memory of our sacred so and so's Oh, take my hand sweet Complete your release Unbury your feet And married we'll be Alone in receiving ours is a feeling Not that they would see They don't know that we could be Down where your cradle escaped the sea And your raven-haired mama caught told you so's We're laying in the shadow of your family tree Your haunted heart and me Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young Ah me all mine Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently Call me on time And recall the tune that has placed us gracefully All into line There's a garden grave and a place there saved for you I fall by your side Though your silver-haired mama throws told-you so's We're laying in the shadow of your family tree Your haunted heart and me Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young Now we're gathered in the shadow of your family tree In halted harmony Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of Eden to keep us young |
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| 7. |
| 4:25 |
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Hey Jackboot, fuck your war!
Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin' on me for sure But I'm scared to death That I'm livin' a life not worth dying for And your ploughshare, it's a sword And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things Mono crops, laughter roars Oh high hilarity! Oh multifarity! Oh standards bearer carry me burnin' home from another tour Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon "Hey slave," they called and we caved, we answered To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it You're such a good dancer. Oh you're a star. You're carnival, Jacaranda petals fall Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes when you're dragged into the back of this car! Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon It's a trap, that much is plain Still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain. Playin' torturous games It goes: Lens. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane But it's a stone cold shame. And they got you tame, and they got me tame Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon |
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| 8. |
| 5:37 |
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Lonely little love dog that
No one knows the name of I know why you cry out Desperate and in devout Timid little teether Your eyes set on the ether Your moon in a bella luna and Howling hallelujah Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooooooh Nameless you above me Come lay me low and love me This lonely little love dog That no one knows the name of Curse me out in free verse and Wrap me up and reverse this Patience is a virtue Until its silence burns you And something slow Has started in me as Shameless as an ocean and Mirrored in devotion Something slow Has sparked up in me As dog cries for a master and Sparks are swirling faster Lonely little love dog That no one knows the ways of Where the land is low is Where the bones'll show through Lonely little love dog That no one knows the days of Where the land is low is Where the water flows to And holds you |
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| 9. |
| 4:16 |
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Storm, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way I won't talk about Warm passenger's high If I can feed it for another day It might run me dry I know the seasons evolved to a freeze Putting hearts in the balance here It's up to your knees and it's shifting Degrees and it's choking your atmosphere Storm, wind me out So I can feel it in another way They won't talk about Worn, masochist's sigh A distant figure in a photograph Another eye I know your reason is stalled And your freedom's dissolved in your passion dear It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind And it's broken your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord, if you got lungs C'mon shout me out I know the freeze has unthawed And it's putting your love into action dear It's off in the breeze and it's shifting degrees And it's opened your atmosphere So should you decide it's obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord, if you got lungs C'mon shout me out |
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| 10. |
| 3:49 |
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Congratulations on the mess you made of things
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds As fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalised, objectified. You set your sights so high. But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Nevermind death professor Your structure's fine My dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind death professor Love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds Confused with who's next Never you mind death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high, Y'all could use a doctor, who's sick, who's next? Never you mind death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so'm I All could be the diamond fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever |
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| 11. |
| 5:54 |
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Oh, but the longing is terrible
A wanton heart under attack I wanna love you all the way off I wanna break your back Colour of all that's hysterical Travels along your bones Just to be near you, sucking your skin Not gonna leave you alone Yes here, of course, there are miracles A lover that loves that's one Groomed with the laughter, ecstatic disaster Come let's arouse the fun We could build an engine Out of all your rising stars Tear apart the apart We seem to think we are Call off work, let's lay Call it Lover's Day Call it Lover's Day Give me the keys to your hiding place I'm not gonna tear it apart I'm gonna keep you weak in the knees Try to unlock your heart You're gonna turn me animal You're gonna turn me dumb Your kiss in the night bringing the light You're like the rising sun I hunger for you like a cannibal Not gonna let you run I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna shake you I'm gonna make you cum Swear to god it'll get so hot It'll melt our faces off Then we can see the you, the me Beyond mirrors outside clock Held naked in the light Held gently, held tight So soft Get off, get off Ball so hard we'll smash the walls Break the bed and crash the floors Don't stop, laugh and scream And have the neighbours call the cops Till all the eyes that've seen our fire play Can't forget Mark it down Call it Lover's Day Yes here, of course, there are miracles Under your sighs and moans I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna take you I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home |
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