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| 4:21 | 
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In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
all the calcified arithmatists were doing the math And it would take a calculated blow to the head to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths oh arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths oh, arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths calcium mines are buried deep in your chest oh the calcium mines you buried deep in your chest. Ooh, you're deep in a mine Ooh, a calcium mine o-o-oh let's get out of here past the atmosphere squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail past the silver bridge oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil. Ooh, you're deep in a mine, o-o-oh Ooh, a calcium mine oh-no-no arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths oh arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths in the calcium mines buried deep in your chest oh the calcium mines buried deep in your chest. Ooh, deep in a mine, oh-no Ooh, a calcium mine oh-no so let's get out of here past the atmosphere squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail past the silver bridge oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil. oh-no oh-no oh-no oh-no |
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| 2. |
| 6:36 |
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Come what may
Lay your eggs where it's warm We come here to swarm Come by sea Swarm like smoke in the dawn We were the young We were the swarm Radiolarians Midges and moths Cut from a cloth We were the young We were the swarm Flailing fetal fleas Feeding from the arms of the master Burrow into me And this is sure to misspell disaster Oh and the young in the larval stage Orchestrating plays In vestments of translucent alabaster So they took me to the hospital They put my body through a scan What they saw there would impress them all For inside me grows a man Who speaks with perfect diction As he orders my eviction As he acts with more conviction Than I Oh, burrow into me This is sure to misspell disaster Oh, burrow into me You're feeding from the arms of the master We were the young We were the swarm We were the young Radiolarians (3x) Come what may Come what may Come |
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| 3. |
| 3:37 |
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Comes and goes
Like in fits and dizzy spells, like the weather And it blows Like it knows what's going wrong, like it's clever Has a name but the name goes unspoken Weather wanes were all twisted and broken So soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Flailing to the whir of a snack machine Muted screams of an old regime And then, oh something gets in it The nightshade gets in it And we were all fast asleep, we were all so fast asleep But you woke us, you woke us from the strangest dream That an aubergine could ever know Would ever know, would ever know Lava flows over crooks and craggy cliffs to the ocean And explodes in a steam heat fevered cyclical motion Has a name but the name goes unspoken It's in vain 'cause the language is broken So cast your own, cast your own Cast your own, cast your own Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on Soldier on, soldier on, soldier on, soldier on |
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| 4. |
| 5:06 |
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If you come to find me affable
And build a replica for me Would the idea to you be laughable Of a pale facsimile So when you come to burn an effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn this effigy It should be For the hours that slip away It could be you, it could be me Working the door, drinking for free Carrying on with your conspiracies Filling the room with a sense of unease Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone When one has spent too much time alone... So if you come to burn my effigy It should keep the flies away When you learn to burn an effigy it should be Of a man whose lost his way, slips away |
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| 5. |
| 3:51 |
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Tenuous at best was all he had to say
When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards And to their minds a sharpened axe Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes So procreate and pay your taxes Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven Thank the heavens for their elasticity And as for those who live and die for astronomy When coprophagia was writ Know when to stand or when to sit Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit And who would want to know this? Click, click, click Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray tell, pray tell? Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity And as for those who live and die from numerology |
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| 2:54 |
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Just think of the lives you could swap with your own
While you're selling you're coats, you're sewing your own And though it's not the easy way, sometimes we've got to pay to play with finger paints and macromay It's time we asked a see and say Could you bring a different nomenclature? Now the colors have bled to gray. To ones that don't take distant nature. Our nomenclature's washin away. Washin Away. Our nomenclature's washin away. Washin away. But did it carry you away? Carry you all away? Did it carry you away? Carie you all away Nomenclature's washin away It's washing us all away Nomenclature's washin away It's washing us all away |
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| 0:20 | 
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| 8. |
| 5:37 |
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I run the numbers through the floor
here's how it goes: I crack the codes I crack the codes that end the war I crack the codes that end the war I pushed a note under your door here's how it goes: things come to blows but we don't want this anymore No we don't want this anymore We don't want this anymore I crack the codes, you end the war I hear the clockwork in your core time strips the gears till you forget what they were for I push the numbers through your pores I crack the codes I crack the codes that end the war How's my view and you can call encrypted numbers on bathroom stalls there's something burning it casts a pall it's melting numbers right off the wall I run the numbers through the floor here's how it goes: I crack the codes I crack the codes, you end the war |
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| 0:58 |
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| 10. |
| 4:47 |
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I see a sea anemone
The enemy See a sea anemone And that'll be the end of me. While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils Underneath her tender gills I will become this animal Perfectly adapted to the music halls I will become this animal Anomalous appendages A non-animal Hold on just a second Don't tell me this one you know I know this one I know this song I know this one I love this song Hold on just a second Don't tell me this one you know i know this one I know this song I know this one I love this song I know this one Underneath the stalactites The troglobites lost their sight Uh oh The seemingly innocuous plecostomus though posthumus They talk to us They talk too much See a sea anemone The enemy See a sea anemone That'll be the end of me Vicious fish was caught unawares In the tend'rest tendrils Underneath her tender gills and I will become this animal Perfectly adapted to a music hall I will become this animal Anomalous appendages A non-animal |
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| 4:19 |
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Look upon the field of snow
To find the desert sea Under the ice the springs will flow to release Fecundities like a natural disaster From the first drop of water To the rage of Niagara Collapse upon the forest floor and down upon your knees Anthurium Lacrimae decays underneath the canopies like a natural disaster It's the one that's been happening over and over and over again No peace in the valleys Malarial alleys where the kittens have pleurisy Donning our goggles Valerian ogles To see microscopically A colony of dermestids Undressed and digested A grey spotted owl And a wolf with a lung disease Collapse upon the forest floor and down upon your knees Anthurium Lacrimae decays underneath the canopies like a natural disaster It's the one that keeps happening over and over and over again |
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| 3:24 |
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Don't sell me anything
Your one time offer, so uncalled-for You call it peace of mind Cause I can see your house from here Now all the leaves have fallen, dear I can see you're just a little privateer As your confession draws more near Time and again, I find I'm listless Or rather, fistless In time, oh, that's what I find So carry me to Mecca With what you may divine Take me with you, take me with you Don't leave me behind Oh cause I, I don't want your life insurance Home, auto, health, flood, and fire insurance Oh, just make, please make this basic inference And speak of me in the present tense Oh cause I, I can see your ships from here Now all the weather's so bright and clear I can see you're just a little profiteer As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near As your confession draws more near |
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| 7:18 |
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Though bells will ring
Church steeples were catchin fire If you promise spring Then I'll know you are a liar Cause in the spring Tender grasses won't burn easily Tough thrushes sing Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs While thistles will burn my feet And if you join our chorus You will never fear anymore So here it comes the chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Souverian Souverian the elder Souverian Souverian was free Souverian Souverian we feld her So very young so very young were we Birds will sing Still my lover won't return to me You promise spring Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips scald my lungs And thistles are burning my feet So here it comes the chorus You'll never fear anymore If you join a chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over their elders Under the elders Pretend that you're older now Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over the elders Under the elders Bending your branches down We who are so very young Still my lover won't return to me Thrushes sing Still my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips they still scald my lungs While thistles still burn my feet |
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| 1:08 |
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