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Cruel, cruel grounds
Leak truths never found Torturous ways Whisper from the grave A slow spun song of distortion Bitter, bitter mouth Spitin' out seeds of doubt Rituals seek root Razed before they're told Stories break like branches in the cold Seasons trial finds man's mistakes fair game Careless hand Lay and law of the land Falls by the side Silenced sentient cries All within the lines of divine right Better bury the tracks in an unclosed case Weeds of discontent choke a broken ghost landscape Cruel, heartless reign Chasing short term gains Right down to the warning signs Birds refuse to fly No longer trust the sky Drifting out beyond the signals Even the horizon is gone Weather flees underground Future's left to wallow in fortune's waste |
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Getting late for decision
What's that waiting about Horses are chomping at the bit The gate is nearly busted down Moment before the calm of the storm And everyone's blood goes wild Except yours and mine How many years has it taken Your restless heart growing old Horses running off on their own And the stable's burnt to the ground The longer you wait Your decision will fade And wind up wasting this time Yours and mine |
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When you can't find the hours
Days keep on slipping thru Avenues under construction Blocking out your sky blues Burried beneath the letters Bills and the junk in the mail Finding the strain to your heart From the troubles down the trail No sign of your old haunts here Gone with the copper crews Veins mined in vein remind you Choices we choose to lose New cities keep on sprawling Old towns falling too Raining a river of color And it's flowing bisbee blue Straight to you bisbee blue Some say this way's the only one that's true Bring me back bisbee blue Bring me back Oh these days, seem dark Darkest i've seen Darling you send me thru the hours Days keep on sifting thru Chipping away to remember Days with you bisbee blue Shining like bisbee blue Bring me back bisbee blue |
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Panic open string, power grids blackout
Birds all fly in numbers down to the ground Reassure the blades of green, green grass Season's still asleep more or less Wind is gearing up for a reckless ride Leaning accidental on nature's side Propeller power fields, solar panel sides Lightning bolts connect, it's with you i will go I close my eyes and the seasons pass Above the cityscape, the city out of reach Way beyond our lives, up into the sky, far below the green My dreams are all blue, so is my heart Light up screens of you, if you could only see Time's dreams escape, late into the night When the stars align reminds me of you Words will lose their fear And i will find their truth Church bells in the hills they will ring and ring Ocean's to the coast will cling to their host The sun will split in two , sink thru an empty sky It's where we'll go when we Leave this place and die |
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Everyday on my way home
The clouds would break and the angels Would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste So with my shining blade of steel I would cut a path wide Dipped in the ink of the fight Written clean through the night Mark my words upon the front page To set my world straight It's too late, it's too late It's too late, it's too late Just like i found it, my world is split Right down the spine Years bled dry now ripe for a reckoning My blade's back slash beckoning Slice my wounds and i make the sign one more time Come on. Come on. Come home. Come home Yeah it's too late, it's too late It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain... Did those angels ever sing? Sliced my world in two |
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Found a dime in the metro line
Funny to see a familiar face Since you left us long ago There's never been a trace of luck to guide me Hoping to see a sign Or a lucky dime Searching as i go Hoping to see a sign Or a lucky' Someone told you long ago All you ever needed to know No matter how far you drift alone I'll always be here around' Hoping to see a sign Or a lucky dime |
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Is there anyway i can fix it
Take out my tools maybe smash with it Let me destroy the parts that annoy Swallow the words i'm saving Fumble the chords i'm playing Better just break it apart Then where should they go But you know i'm just following suit It's something i aim not to do Can't mock up a model me and you Is someone out there I can trust With the words that never seem to fit We'll let them hang suspended in the air No sense looking backwards Shattered every mirror in my eye Scattering the scrapbook Blueprints on the floor Always thought things would snap into place With a little more ease and grace Still a ship sealed in a bottle Never reaches the sea And i stash all of the reasons Dash them against the wall And i smash your heart into tiny little pieces And every time this happens It gets harder and harder to build back again |
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When numbers matter more than the heart
Your eyes are hollow and stiffness starts to take control Capsize the soul, deep down you know it's evil You've always known Be a good example show your new tricks And while you're out there they'll make the pitch To rally the troops and make a huge contribution To help push this through Deep down you know it's evil You've always known it's evil The days here are numbered but your record is clean Outstretched and waiting on banks that seem To flow and flow, a rich reward to show Duty carried out in the field Deep down you know it's evil You've always known it's evil You've always known |
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Le corbeau s'approche
Atterit sur l'epaule de celui qui ecrit Reviens lui picorer le cou Les veines sortent des chairs Le sang se repand sur la page Il crie ses dernieres lignes Et s'endort Novembre et son manteau d'hiver Revers sombres Chemise blanche comme la neige Manchettes noires Plane sur la ville S'agrippe aux murs, detruit les rues Les lances de cornes acerees Plongent dans les yeux et les coeurs des courtiers Les enfants s'enfuient dans les rues des quartiers Les voitures quittent la route, avalees par la mer Les perils de l'hiver Les photographes, les barillets ouverts La poudre a canon et les eclairs aveuglants Etouffes par les fumees Les cendres des usines Livres de comptes dechires Semes comme des miettes pour les sortir Des tunnels, loin des murs de la vieille ville Avant d'etre enfouis sous l'ordure nouvelle. Le corbeau se fatigue Les corbeaux se multiplient Le ciel noircit a chaque nouveau cadavre Les champs s'enflamment L'hysterie les chasse des villes vers les cavernes Et les collines assombries Vers les hauts plateaux Vers les hauts plateaux Vers les hauts refuges Vers les hauts refuges Vers les hautes plaines Vers les hautes plaines Vers les collines Vers les collines Vers les hautes terres Vers les hautes terres |
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Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath
That forecasts storms on the gallup poll Woke up from the nightmare news And hoping to read a sign in the morning air Nothing changes here and nothing improves All say my friends who just want out And leave these troubles behind Scatter like paper in the eye of the storm Documented with a silent snow That's only heard from far away More cards in play, follow in suit Everywhere you look, you only see red And wonder when to call off the race Watching a horse running down its last legs Just when you think it couldn't get much worse Watch the numbers rise on the death toll And the chimes of freedom flash and fade Only heard from far, far away I hear you can't trust in your own Now the gray is broken in the early morn And the words forming barely have a voice It's just your heart that's breaking without choice Everything you've learned is distorted in your head Bouncing off the walls, unraveling the thread Staying up with the blue screen glow Forgetting everything you ever dreamed years ago When the dread is flowing down my veins I want to tear it all down and build it up again Tear it all down, build it up again Hear your heart that's breaking without choice I want to hear those chimes ring again Ring again |
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